My story; don’t know which one... English version (1)

He VIRGIN falls/
A few weeks later, a dinner cancelled at the last minute created this much wanted/expected opportunity but not yet dared 100%. A semi-daring opportunity because there was no, male, partner, for me.
Shy, she asked me, “I've bought accessories, you want to try them now?” ; cloudy head thanks to the aperitif, I consent, but always with: 'ouch! Will it hurt or please me?'.
She comes back with lace underwear to my size; a tights, a bra, a panty and a babydoll. All red red. To complete these, she comes out the necessary for my precious ring... She gives me a glass of wine, takes off my male clothes and dresses me gently with these feminities making me hard immediately. Was it to watch Helle in panties like I always loved her or this new feeling of submission, I don’t know. Alerted by the risk of straight-forward she kneeled down and in few seconds emptied me with her mouth that she has always used wonderfully.

I was still on my paws... needed to focus on this NEW ADVENTURE. So she resumed and began to caress me without touching my semi-extinct bulge. Blows of tongue landed where I never thought I would take pleasure; the neck, armpits, my spine, elbows... but also on my nipples and my belly as I always got delirious. There she stopped... pushed me towards the high table and bent me over her at 90 degrees... This time, I was the one with the aired bottom and Helle as maestro.

SHE maestro perfectly imitated my gestures of the days of our NORMAL couple!!! (LOL). When she reached my crack, she didn’t hesitate a second to go down to my hole and put her wet tongue in. My binarity was first conquered by its fleshy organ that came in and out as in a mouth. She was sucking my ring, stroked the contour with her fingers and squeezed my buttocks... and all through the red panties stucked between my buttocks. It was obvious, she took as much pleasure as me. I had never noticed before this dominant lioness that she became.
Always curved on the table, the tights already spun, the wet panties, the crooked bra I started to sweat and especially to wake up. My little boy wanted to rebel, he didn't understand what was going on; usually we took care of him meticulously but today he was almost ignored.