Tit for Tat, Part 2

You may enjoy this story on its own, but it is a follow-up to “Tit for Tat,” previously posted.


Well, I went to bed that evening proud of myself and, quite frankly, thanking God for helping me overcome some really nasty anxieties and truly low self-confidence.

I was still horny… of course. But I was satisfied that I had pleasured my wife, and she would definitely return the favor. Well, I didn’t know it would be in spades!

We sleep apart. Yeah, I know, it’s not romantic. Do you know what else isn’t romantic? No sleep because of snoring. We both snore and finally agreed sadly to sleep apart. Our relationship is rock-solid, so it’s just a thing we do to stay sane. The doors are unlocked… 🙂

So I lay there. Naked. Hard as a rock, thinking about earlier in the day.

I heard the door latch creak open. My heart fluttered a bit. Wow! She’s going to hit me back the same night? Yes! So I pretended not to hear. The room was dark, but not pitch black. Not light enough to read, but definitely enough to see and recognize another person. But I wanted to be surprised.

I heard something silky fall to the floor. I wonder what that was, and why did she take it off already. I felt the sheets at the end of the bed being untucked; my heart began to quicken. When her warm hands rested on the tops of my feet, my dick jumped with excitement. Down, boy.

Slowly, her hands slid their way up my legs, up my thighs. I sensed her tucking her head under the sheets and felt the weight of her knee on the bed. Her hands found my crotch, and she began forcefully squeezing and pulling my inner thigh meat, digging her thumbs into the fold of my legs, and letting them slip just along the sides of my balls. If I hadn’t been so horny, this would have tickled me, but it was so hot that I began rocking my pelvis involuntarily.

Then her mouth slipped over my dick. No warning. No teasing. No waiting. All the way in, her head bobbing up and down. Sucking hard. I think I heard moaning, but the floor fan was just loud enough to mask it. Her hands ravaged my sides and belly. Now, I was sure I heard it—a desperate, reckless moaning, passionate and unreserved.

My dick popped out of her mouth, and I felt it slide along her jaw then neck. What was that?! She was wearing a collar! Leather, with steel nubs. She kept creeping slowly up me, dragging her hot, sensuous body, literally heaving with desire up mine. Her soft breast grabbed at my balls, and then the nipple scratched its way up my cock without stopping. All the while, her mouth explored every inch of me. I love titties on my dick!!!

She reached the top, and down came the sheet to reveal her. Her hair had been brushed out and was wavy like she was on her way out for a big night. Her eye makeup was dark enough to see in the dimly lit room, and goth black lipstick coated her lips. Her tits hung in all their glory just out of reach of my mouth. Then I noticed her nose ring from her Goth Girl Halloween costume. The studded collar. The studded bracelet. Was that black makeup on her nipples? Dayum!

She kept her pussy lips on my head; I could feel the silky juices welcoming me. A dribble of my own lust escaped and dripped down on me.

“Beg me for a taste,” she said in a condescending voice. When I did, she suddenly rose further and placed her knees on my wrists, pinning me to the bed. Then she sat on my face and began furiously rubbing her muff all over my mouth, laughing a sensual, mocking laugh. She was into it, hard. Her lips were swollen and soaked. I opened my mouth and let her juices fall into my lips and on my tongue, and I swallowed them greedily. I sucked her lips and licked her clit, feeling it swell hard against my tongue.

She shimmied back down to my thighs and pressed her wet lips onto my dick as she looked into my eyes.

“Please!” I begged as I pushed up, only to have her keep just out of reach. Then she opened her mouth, moaned seductively, slowly slid her tongue into my mouth, and engulfed my cock in her juicy heaven.

She kept kissing me and moaning in my mouth, forcefully sliding her pussy up and down my cock. It was all for me.

She sat up. “I want your cum!” she demanded as she slowly rode me, pushing herself down on me hard with each thrust.

My tummy was doing flips. My balls squeezed up inside me. My cock became hard as glass.

And I came. HARD. Every squirt felt like a gallon of release, of lust rushing out of my body into this goddess of the night.

“Take it all,” I moaned. “Take me.” She rammed down on me over and over until she groaned a lustful growl and creamed all over my crotch. She seated me inside her several more times as I began to go limp.

She laughed and threw off the covers and stood up at the edge of the bed so I could enjoy the spectacle of her gorgeous naked body. Then she quickly knelt down out of sight. I heard some rustling and she reappeared with a silky hooded cape from the costume clasped around her neck. Oh, my g-d, she’s HOT!

She pulled the hood up over her head, winked, and disappeared into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

Now THAT’s a payback.

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3 replies
  1. LovingMan says:

    MH I love the photo! SeXcaliber I love the story too! We’ve actually used costumes a few times to spice things up!

    I was impressed with your unique phrases like “her juicy heaven.”

    This paragraph was really good: “ And I came. HARD. Every squirt felt like a gallon of release, of lust rushing out of my body into this goddess of the night!”

    You have a very sexy writing style that brings to memory the many times my wife was sexually very riled up! Thanks for the story!

    By the way it was nice to read the sequel after part one was so good!

    • seXcaliber says:

      Thanks, LovingMan. You are always encouraging.

      I read this to my wife today and she said she didn’t like the use of the word “Tummy.”

      She said it had a childish feel to it. Who knew? 🤷🏻‍♂️

      Otherwise she liked it of course.

      With language you have to be so precise. Using exactly the right words to excite, inflame, inspire, etc.

      I enjoyed writing it.

      P.S. the original of this, she was dressed as a vampire and would only let me live if I gave her my cum but that was a little to dark for the moderators, which I understand.

      I know that’s gotta be a hard job to pick through hot stories that may just be out of bounds as to what they want to promote.

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