CONTENT: Vaginal sex, oral sex, Modern fantasy, hand job, squirting.
CHAPTER 1
I met my witch friend in her driveway. She was wearing a floral maxi skirt with a frail white shawl wrapped around her. She looked like the perfect image of a witch as she carried a small basket with tiny glass bottles out of her house.
She grabbed three bottles from the basket. “Here’s the three servings you asked for. Each serving lasts about an hour, but don’t give your man more than one a day. And yes, you can drink with it.”
“Thank you so much,” I said. I took the bottles and tucked them into my purse. In exchange, I handed her a fifty dollar bill.
“I can make more if you like it, and I know you’ll love it.” She winked at me. “It’s one of my personal favorites. I just recommend using it outside because things can get really messy.”
“We have a nice deck in the back where no one can see us. Maybe I’ll see if he’ll join me there.”
“Perfect! Have fun, you two!”
I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and drove home.
At home, I examined the three little bottles in the kitchen. My friend
was a real modern-day witch, and her potions were amazing. I’d mostly bought health tonics or luck tonics from her before, which were real magic and actually worked. A lot of people thought she was just a superstitious poser, but the kind of luck I got after drinking her potions was not a
coincidence. Since I’d been a loyal customer for some time, my friend finally told me about the kinkier magic she played with, and I was intrigued. I’d been wanting to spice up my sex life with my husband with something special, with something better than just typical sex toys. So I bought the potion that she said was her favorite to start off. I hid two in my purse again and snuck one into my pocket.
The sun was already lowering in the sky this Saturday evening. I prepped two pink palomas and walked past where my husband was watching TV in the living room.
“I’ve got a couple drinks and I’m not planning on drinking both by myself,” I teased him. I swirled one of the drinks as I walked by and my husband raised a brow.
“Oh, I like it!” he shouted.
He turned the TV off, leaped up from the couch, and opened the door for me since my hands were full.
In the back, we had some nice cushioned chairs set up on our deck. The deck was covered, and we had a view of the tranquil woods past our lawn, where trees divided us from our neighbors. It was secluded as I had told my friend.
We sat down in the chairs and I handed my husband his drink. We both took a sip and sighed in delight. The breeze was cool, the alcohol was warm in my stomach, and my husband was looking delicious as always. His hair was just a little messy, his black t-shirt fit just right around his chest, and his bare feet on the wooden deck looked so so manly. Everything was pleasant for now, but it was about to get freaky.
I put a hand on my husband’s shoulder as we drank.
“I was thinking about having some fun with you when we finish our drinks,” I said.
“I’m gonna have to finish my drink faster then,” my husband said as he took a big gulp of his drink, but he didn’t down the whole thing. He took his time with the rest and put a hand on my thigh, feeling the skin just under my short shorts. “I can’t control myself around you whenever I’m drinking. It feels like I have a beast inside of me that just wants to eat you up.”
“You sound crazy when you start drinking.”
“It makes me want to do nasty things to you too.” He leaned in and bit my ear. I gasped and the warmth from the alcohol spread to my genitals.
I could smell the juice and tequila in my husband’s breath as he kissed my ear, then my cheek, then my lips.
He put one hand in my hair, stroking my head, and he pulled away to drink the last of his paloma. “I want to see you without those clothes already.”
“Let me finish mine first,” I said.
I sipped on my drink and reached into my pocket. My husband was still stroking the back of my head when I showed him the little bottle from my friend.
“I got a little something special for us to spice things up.” “Is that one of your weird ‘potions’ from that weird girl?” “Yes, it is. Do you trust me, though?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then try it.”
I unscrewed the top and gave it to him.
He eyed it for a moment, then laughed. “I don’t know who’s crazier,
you or me.”
He took it and downed it like a shot.
“Ok. Now what?”
“Now you’re about to have the longest sex session of your life.”
I set my drink down and went to straddle him over his chair. I pulled
his pants down just enough to let his penis jump out like a spring. He was girthy, uncircumcised, and bent a little to the right. He kept his hair down there extra short for me because he knew I loved him trimmed. Even the beard on his face was trimmed perfectly because he loved to impress me.
I positioned my mouth right above his penis and I spitted. The saliva dripped from my mouth and landed right on the head of his penis. I used my hands to spread it around and my saliva was only a little sticky from the juice of the paloma. I rubbed his skin up and down along his shaft with my wet hand. I always loved the way his skin moved with my hands.
My husband leaned back in his chair and stroked my hips.
“So when you say the longest session of my life… is this potion supposed to make me last longer? I swear I’ve gone for thirty minutes lately… you can’t be complaining about that!”
“It’s not exactly making you last longer, but close,” I teased him. “So how does it feel?”
“It feels as good as it always does.”
I twisted my hand as I stroked him. I made rhythmic movements, staring at him in the eyes as I bit my lower lip. His chest was already moving more dramatically from his heavy breathing. I stroked faster and gripped him harder. He closed his eyes for a moment and then stared back at me. I held onto the chair arm with one hand so I could really put my back into it. The muscles on my arm flexed as I stroked harder and faster until my husband couldn’t take it anymore.