“You must be thirsty, would you like a drink as well?” I nod gratefully and watch you reach inside your drink and take an ice cube out. You place ...t on the bar in front of me.“Drink up, slut.” I feel my face turn bright red again and tears starting to form from being made to suck on the ice cube on the counter for any water. Slowly, I bend my head and start licking it.“Good slut.”You have us sit in silence for about a minute like that, you enjoying your drink and me licking the ice cube from. The thought of it gets me hard. The main thing is after it's over we return home together and go on with our lives.Love had nothing to do with it other than the feelings we had about each other. I read it in stories all the time. Hollywood is loaded with husband and wives like this. These men watch their wives play these parts and get felt up and everything but they go home together at night.I just want my own section of the sexual revolution. Helen was happy with our sex life the way it was.. Great shock waves again ripped through my body and Ilet a long low moan escape into my muffled throat. Hestarted to ream me with the ice rod, thrusting it inand out of me and a furious pace. The melting icelubricating its way inside me, freezing my vaginalwalls but causing me ever increasing excitement andtensions. He continued this until I thought I would notbe able to stand it any longer. I was gasping andmoaning with each thrust. Finally, he removed the shaft of ice from me. It wasnow melted. How fun can it be for you if I don't cum?”“I love playing with your dick.”“All right then what about your own desire? You've also had two orgasms tonight and we got to be realistic here. We're not teenagers.”“I am starved for orgasms.” she said quite passionately and kissed my neck.“It won't be a problem.” she smiled, her head on my shoulder.“You're multi-orgasmic? Really?” My turn to be surprised and I looked down at her.“Kinda.” But then she laughed. “Well. Kinda is a dumb word. Let's just.