String of Pearls (L/A) ~ Ignite Story

This story contains strong language (L).
This story involves anal play (A).
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She stood at the bathroom door wearing nothing but white lace panties and a long necklace with multiple strands of pearls. I knew this would be an evening to remember.

Joy is a natural beauty, a forty-three-year-old who easily looks ten years younger. Her blonde hair, long legs, perky tits, and tight ass were enough to drive any man crazy. A mother of three, she’s been married to me for almost 22 years. Not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for her. Our sex life is phenomenal; each year together has only gotten better. Just when I think she can’t do anything else to surprise me, she does.

This evening was one of those surprises!

As I lay on the bed waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom, my cock stiffened in anticipation. My jaw dropped as she stood in the doorway in the sexiest pair of white lace panties and pearls that strung from her neck to her delicious pussy.

I love how confident she is with her sexuality. At that moment, as at so many others, she was oozing charm and eroticism at the same time. Desire instantly overcame me.

She lay down on the bed in our subtle low light and reached over to her nightstand to take a sip of wine. Her graceful form transfixed me.

Her long legs stretched out, seductively hiding her pussy. I could see the erotic curves of her hips, shoulders, breasts, and her nipples that had hardened to pebbles. My eyes followed the lengths of pearls as they draped from her neck, between her luscious tits, and eventually disappeared between her legs. She looked so beautiful that I almost felt bad, knowing by the time we are finished she’ll be a total mess—ruined.

I put my wine glass down on my nightstand and leaned over to kiss her. Our tongues explored eagerly, and I could smell the sweet scent of coconut from her lotion. I whispered in her ear, “Joy, you smell so good. I want you,” then sucked on her ear lobe, causing her to moan.

She whispered back, “Then take me. I’m all yours. “With that, she slowly slid her panties down, allowing the pearls to find their home between the lips of her hairy pussy. Joy’s hand moved lower and rubbed the pearls over her swelling clit, the beads popping against her bud, making her gasp once again.

She tenderly used the pearls sensuously and erotically as I stroked the shaft of my thick, hard cock, which already glistened with precum.

Joy slid to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, pearls adorning her and trailing over her hard nipples. One strand of the necklace hung down toward her pussy and disappeared between her legs.

With her eyes fixed on my cock, she reeled me in closer without saying a word. She then took a strand of the pearls and gently, without skin contact, twisted it around my shaft, wrapped her palm around it, and began to stroke me slowly. The beads rolled up and down my length under her hand. Mischievously, she pulled an end with her free hand to tighten the necklace around my cock’s girth.

As she played with my cock using the pearls, she kept her eyes locked on mine and gave me the most seductive look. She had me totally aroused. Concerned that I might cum too quickly, I pull away to take a breather.

I then laid her back down on the bed with her head against the pillow, and I could see just how our connection has intoxicated her. Her legs splayed open, and the string of pearls disappeared around past her gaping pussy, edging her pink, swollen, and noticeably wet lips. The sight of her—so aroused and succumbing to me—heightened my excitement and sent another bolt of heat to my cock. I kissed her on the lips tenderly, savoring the moment before our tongue tips touched and we embraced fully. Her hard nipples pressed my chest as we explored each other’s mouths, tasting the wine on our lips and tongues. Her lovely aroma filled my nostrils. I ran my hand through her hair and felt her relax into me.

My other hand now took her breast, and my palm manipulated the pearls to tease them over her hard nipple, eliciting another gasp. She loves it when I play with her tits, specifically her nipples. It makes her crazy when they are pinched, pulled, twisted—even clamped.

Her breathing became labored, and I watched her chest and hard nipples as they rose and fell before I kissed down and took her nipple and another string of pearls in my lips, sucking. She began to squirm as I slid the beads around in my mouth and over her nipple. I felt her push her thigh and groin into me.

I sat up, and she followed me as we kissed again, our tongues exploring endlessly. Joy’s hand started stroking my shaft, and her thumb teased my cock’s head, sliding over it with my slippery precum. I couldn’t help but moan, which made her emphasize the action all the more.

As she continued to stroke my cock, I gently tugged on various lines of pearls. As I did, I realized that one, in particular, made her gasp—the strand that looped through her legs. She broke off from our kiss and looked at me knowingly. I tugged the pearls gently but with enough pressure to rub her hot pussy lips and swollen clit, making her writhe and gasp as I watched her face. The beads bobbled, one by one, over her clit, massaging her pussy lips and sensitizing her tight ass. Joy shifted herself slightly so the pearls could pass over her pussy with maximum effect. As I pulled on the long string between her legs, I felt her juices, sticky on the pearls, and smiled.

“Joy,” I said, pausing for effect. “I NEED to lick your pussy.”

She knelt directly in front of me, not losing eye contact, nor saying a word. Biting her lip, she teasingly slid two fingers deep into her dripping pussy and withdrew them—soaked, glistening—and held them out to me.

Again not speaking, I took some pearls, wrapped them around a glistening finger, and then sucked them deep into my mouth, one by one. Savoring Joy’s love juice, I teased the tip of my tongue up the sides of her fingers to the fleshy joint between them and watched her squirm and writhe as I wiggled it there.

Finally, she spoke. “Will, I need you to touch me. Please, TOUCH me.” A strong sense of desire and hunger permeated her voice.

I lay her back down, but as I did, I kissed her passionately, and she returned the emotion. Discreetly, I removed a strand of pearls from her neck. She spread her legs, her physical actions re-enforcing her spoken need. Her pussy—swollen, pink, and glistening—showcased the wet, gleaming pearls passing over it and disappearing between her wet thighs. I once again trailed my tongue over her nipples. But this time, I continued farther down, following the pearls and teasingly leaving a moist path behind until I circle her navel.

Joy’s hands rub my shaven head, pushing my bearded face against her hairy pussy. She loves the feel of my beard between her thighs. To get better access, she hooked one leg over my shoulder and said, “Fucking lick me. Lick my wet pussy!”

I looked up at Joy; her eyes had closed, and she panted. I flicked the pearls over her oversensitized clit, brushing it with my tongue, and she shivered. I circled the beads and her clit with my tongue and felt her spasm, her legs involuntarily squeezing me like a vice. My fingers pushed the pearls over Joy’s swollen lips—she tasted so good and hot. Her breathing became erratic, and she moaned as I took the loose strand in my hand, wrapping it around my finger, and pushed it deep into her cunt.

Suddenly, she jolted, arching her back as I firmly circled her G-spot with my finger while pulling one end of the string of pearls. As I tugged, they popped between my fingers and the spongy organ. Gasping, she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking. Her pussy tightened, and I massaged her G-spot more firmly, pulling the pearls a bit quicker. My tongue rasped the beads against her clit as she yelled out, “Fuck me! Fuck my pussy with your tongue!”

I felt her start to tense, and finally, Joy exploded, soaking my face as she squirted and clamped my fingers inside her. She got so tight as her orgasm overcame her, writhing almost violently and locking her feet around my neck. I pulled the pearls faster and firmly as I tongued her clit, and her orgasm flooded her body. Joy screamed my name and finally succumbed, breathless, panting, soaked, hot, and sticky. With her eyes squeezed shut, she clasped my head between her thighs as she shook and spasmed. Slowly, she released me and lay back—legs spread, hair messed up, her pussy gaping and glistening with a trail of pearls still adorning it erotically.

One of Joy’s fingers wandered down to her soaked pussy, and then she looked at me provocatively as she sucked it. Her eyes twinkled with total mischief.

“Will, I never in my life thought pearls could be this sexy.”

“Joy,” I responded, “neither did I.”

Joy sat up, and we kissed tenderly before our tongues began exploring more energetically. Our arousal climbed as our hands again caressed, stroked, and fondled.

I broke off from the kiss and picked up both wine glasses, handing her one. Without a word, we clinked glasses and sipped, looking deep into each other’s eyes.

Then Joy put her glass down and lay back, keeping her gaze locked with mine. She still breathed raggedly, looking sexily ruined as she stroked her tits teasingly with one hand and brushed the string of pearls over her nipple. Her other arm wrapped up and over her head.

I moved my glass to her lips, pouring wine gently into her mouth but purposely spilled some down her chin and onto her neck to trickle down between her breasts. Joy mopped it with her fingers and then sucked on them seductively—again, without breaking eye contact. I dribbled some onto her breast, and let it drip down her stomach and side, wetting her pearls necklaces. I put my glass down and went back to kissing her breast, tasting the wine and feeling her hard swollen red nipple between my lips and the globes of pearls that I again teased against it.

Joy again gasps and spreads her legs subconsciously. I stand up next to the bed, stroking my glistening cock as she began to massage my balls, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time and smiling. My cock throbbed, and I wanted to cum inside her so badly.

I stepped away and pushed her back on the bed, and she seductively slid her legs up, resting her feet on the bed. Her legs spread, displaying her hairy pussy still adorned with wet sticky pearls disappearing around to her ass.

I continued stroking my big thick cock while she bit her lip, imagining how it would soon feel inside her. Then I stroked her inner thighs with each hand and raised one leg onto my shoulder, pushing the other down at the knee to spread her wide open. Her pussy lips popped apart as I looked down from her gaze to see her wet hairy mound. It glistened as her breathing again quickened, and her fingers began rubbing the pearls over both of her nipples.

I edged the tip of my swollen cock teasingly against her pussy lips, and she raised her ass to try and swallow it between her lips. But I controlled this and, instead, slid my knob up and down against her lips. Then I moved forward, taking the string of pearls running between her ass cheeks and quickly looped it around my knob before easing into her. She gasped instantaneously; the tension now increased on the pearl loop between her legs, and it slid deeper between her ass cheeks and bobbled against her clit.

I paused momentarily, enjoying her reaction, and then continued to slide my cock inside her. Joy pushed her hips up as her lips swallowed my knob, and the pearls stretched her further as they disappeared inside her. Watching this and the reactions on her face heightened my arousal further; my knob twitched as I thrust it into her.

Joy moaned deeply, both hands now holding my forearms tightly as if to guide me. Her face flushed and frowned, but in excited trepidation, feeling the pearls rolling against her pussy walls and stretching her more than she’d ever known. She pushed against me as I thrust, my rhythm building, and her gasps became louder. Her breasts heaved, their nipples hard as I drove into her. The line of pearls wrapped around my cock rolled back and forth tightly over her clit, each of my thrusts tugged it.

I felt her come close as she arched her back, but I eased off and withdrew.

She looked at me with mixed emotions; why has Will stopped?  She must have wondered what I might be thinking and would do next?

I stared at her, my arousal growing even more at the sight of her tight wet pussy and hard nipples; my cock pulsed and throbbed. Our eyes connected lustfully.

I pulled her knee up and rolled her onto her front, yanking her up at the waist onto all-fours. Then I roughly tugged her hair with one hand while I slapped her ass cheek with the other, making her moan with ecstasy. I rewrapped my cock in pearls and shoved it back into her pussy—fast—making her arch her back. My hand still held onto her golden mane as I rode her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Joy saw me pick up the string of pearls I had earlier pulled slowly and erotically from her pussy. As I rode her firmly, the beads around my shaft sensitized her pussy walls, making Joy feel delirious.  Next, I used my fingers to rub the handful of pearls around her asshole, causing her pussy to buzz further as she realized what I might do.

Joy’s heart raced. Her back arched, meeting the thrusts of my pearled cock with its beads rolling inside her tight hot pussy. She was so wet, so hot, and I could feel her orgasm once again building.

As I fucked her, I pushed the pearls in my hand, one by one, against her tight asshole, and they popped in. She gasped as each one disappeared inside, and they began to fill her up. I felt them starting to roll together with those in her pussy with every thrust. Her moaning grew louder, and I knew she was incredibly close.

I pushed her down on the bed so that her cheek lay on the mattress and her ass stuck up high in the air. I angled my cock to stretch her fully and more roughly. She started to shake and spasm, so I slowed my rhythm; I didn’t want her to cum quite yet.

She moaned as I rode her, begging me to fuck her faster, gasping for air. Suddenly, she heard the buzz of her Esca vibrator, now in my hand. I gently forced it against the tail of pearls protruding from her ass as I placed the tip of it on her tight little hole.

She started to scream. “Oh, fuck!”

I slid the Esca in against the pearls; then, I started to pull on the tail, slowly popping the beads out of her asshole. Each one made her yelp with pleasure. All the time, my cock rode Joy, and I let my rhythm build faster. As I fucked her pussy, I maintained the vibe in Joy’s ass while pulling on the pearls, popping them out one by one.

Joy started to tense and stretch up on her elbows, arching her back further. I fucked her harder, feeling my cock begin to twitch and her pulse race inside her tightening pussy. She began to shudder as my precum filled her pussy. Deeply, she moaned, “I’m going to cum!”

As she said this, I felt her spasm.  Her pussy flooded and dribbled down her thighs and my balls. I thrust harder and finally exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum that hit the back of her pussy. Joy fell forward off my cock, and as she did, the pearls flowed like coins from a slot machine out of her. Shaking and spasming, Joy collapsed on the bed, a ruined mess of beauty, her eyes struggling to keep contact with mine. I collapsed next to her, both of us catching our breath together.

As we lay there, becoming entwined, Joy whispered slowly and erotically in my ear, “Forget what they say about diamonds; pearls are my new best friend.”

The End