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planceNSFWevent Wednesday, September 8th — “experimenting”

This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written and finished to date. So a word of warning; all characters depicted are not only over 18 but married (take THAT conservatives!). There is assplay involved it this so watch out.

On an unrelated matter, I now declare next week to be planceNSFWevent redux, so I’ll be posting the rest at my leisure.

I hope you enjoy @chanceplanceromance 

New night came once every three months. To keep their marriage good and spicy, like that book Keeping it Up had read, experimentation should be a consideration. Among the examples provided on page 320, chapter 7, ‘discussion of relevant events during sex could provide a welcome respite from the hot and heavy recreation of married partners’ was listed.

So far, it didn’t seem to hurt or help the (very good blowjob) Pidge was giving him.

“All I’m saying is—hnnngh!—Leon’s a good boy. We should give him the benefit of the doubt… hold on Pidge, stop, I don’t want to cum yet.”

Pidge withdrew, wiping her lips with the back of her hand and looked up at her husband.

“I do give him the benefit of the doubt, Lance,” she said, sitting up on her knees, “but he’s being disruptive in school.”

“Well, we were disruptive in school… could you hand me the lube. You said you wanted to try anal tonight.”

“We?” Pidge asked, handing him the bottle from the night stand.

“Alright, I was disruptive in school,” Lance said, squeezing the contents of the bottle into his hand, “But summer school? Come on, Pidge, that’s a little harsh don’t you think?”

“He has to learn.” Pidge said with a roll of her eyes.

“But summer should be a time of freedom!” Lance said as he got himself ready for their experiment, “A time to run in the surf, sleep beneath the stars, and check out how sexy girls are when they wear that one swimsuit with the shorties.”

“Lance, that’s what you like to do in summer.”

“And you still look amazing in that one swimsuit,” Lance said, rising to his knees, a tender look in his eyes that made Pidge want to melt.

“C’mon, Candela,” he said, pumping himself, “show me that sweet papaya.”

Pidge smiled, turning around so he could see the playful expression she wore.

“You have to let me get ready first, remember?” she said, wiggling her hips in a way that he felt in every part of his body.

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

For two whole minutes, Lance watched as his wife took breaths deep enough to make her shoulders rise and fall, his eyes languidly tracing the freckles of her back, from her perfect plump little ass to the dip of her spine to her rising and falling shoulders to her hair and back down again.

He continued to stroke himself, occasionally applying lube while letting his mind wander to images of previous experimentation.

Semi-public sex when the two had been crammed together in a London tube on Pidge’s last lecture tour and only her overcoat had protected them from the gaze of passengers as he’d fingered her, kissing and whispering to her how brilliant and desirable she was.

Pidge plugging him with a dildo while she’d pressed hot open mouthed kisses from his lips to his stomach had brought him to climax surprisingly fast, before she’d even reached her intended destination. That had actually been the inspiration for trying this, actually.

And now that he thought about it...

“What’re you planning, Alvarez?”

A devious smile turned up one side of Lance’s mouth.

“Me? Nothing at all my beautiful wife.”

With a generous squeeze, Lance doused his index finger with the lube.

“I only live to please you.”

Lance’s hand snaked across Pidge’s bottom, caressing it before moving onto his intended destination.

Tenderly, adding more lube as he went in to ease his entrance, Lance inserted his finger into his wife’s rectum.

The sound that followed was one he hadn’t really heard from her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked unsure.

“No, it’s fine Lance.” Pidge turned back to look at him and the look in her eyes bordered on cross-eyed pleasure, an expression that had Lance swelling with pride at being able to inspire it.

“Just let me… let me get used to it.”

Lance leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Anything for you, my little Pidge.”

Lance continued to kiss and caress his wife with his lips and one hand while moving the single digit inside her with small gestures, all while Pidge continued to ready herself for what was to come.

“Mind if I take a taste?” Lance breathed against her lips, “and you can say no. I won’t mind. Mr. Green Paladin lives to please his lady.”

“So nasty,” Pidge said, licking his lips, “Let’s wait til next time. I think Mrs. Blue Paladin is ready for that thick Cubano dick.”

Lance caressed her lips with his free hand as he removed his finger from his wife, and Pidge suckled the thumb as he rose back up to former position, adding more lube before placing his member at the ready.

Then came the slow entrance.

What followed was almost a blur to him.

Words like “wow”, feelings of pressure from inner walls, holding his wife’s hand, her swearing, saying “slower”, him going slower, and finally Pidge uttering “stop”.

Lance pulled free from her, collapsing on the bed, not quite spent, but breathing hard. Pidge crawled up beside him, laying her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her in response.

“Did you cum?” Lance asked.

“Yeah. That was… holy crap.”

“Holy crap good or holy crap bad?” Lance asked.

“Good, but really tough,” Pidge said, “I think we should save that for special occasions. But the fingering was nice.”

“Would you like some more?” Lance said. He was still hard, after all.

“I think I’m spent for the night,” Pidge said, a yawn punctuating her point, “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Lance said rising, “I can finish in the bathroom.”

Pidge smiled.

“I hate that you’re leaving, but I love to see you go.”

With a smirk, Lance cocked his hip to the side and walked with as much runway swagger to the bathroom as he could muster.

“I’ll be back in the time it takes to orgasm,” he said, “sleep tight, Mrs. Blue Paladin.”

Pidge yawned and pulled the covers up over herself.

“Good night, Mr. Green Paladin.”

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PlanceNSFWevent Monday, September 6th — “bondage”

Here it is, @chanceplanceromance my second super late entry to your PlanceNSFWevent. This one’s much shorter and features some BDSM. All characters in this are over 18 years of age. Hope you like it.

“Such a good little boy.”

Lance almost cried out, were it not for the ball gag in his mouth stifling the sounds he would have made while Pidge pulled his arms hard enough to make his eyes water.

“I thought you were so naughty, when you tried to touch me the way you did, you little turd.”

Yes, he was naughty. Pidge had commanded him to not use his hands, but she had been so sexy in that… whatever you called it where it was just straps all over her body. He had to reach out. Now, he was being punished; unable to make anything but the most strangled of sounds, his hands bound behind his back, turned away from his petite lover so he couldn’t even see her.

“But you’ve been soooooooo good.”

Pidge leaned down and set a lingering kiss on Lance’s shoulder, beginning a trail of them up to his ear.

“I think *kiss* you deserve *kiss* a little reward.”

Oh, yes, please, Lance wanted a reward. Needed a reward. And from Pidge, he knew it would be so sweet! Even if he had to be bound and gagged during.

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