I was a good wife. I would do anything to please my husband. I would often surprise him as well. I had planned this all week, every detail, including denying him any sexual pleasure for the past five days. Denying my husband was denying myself as well. So, when he walked through that door, I was hot, wet, and ready for him.
“Hi, Darling,” I called out from the top of the stairs as he shut the front door.
“Hi, Honey. How was…” he replied but stopped talking in mid-sentence, distracted by what he saw when he looked up at me.
I stood at the top of the stairs, wearing my new purple lingerie top, matching panties, and strappy high-heel sandals. The top did little to disguise my firm tits and perky nipples. The straps of my purple panties rode high on my hips and looked super-sexy. I had brushed my long red hair loosely down my back. There was no need for anything else. I was a perfect ten.
Jack stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me as if I were a mirage. His cock immediately sprung to life and bulged obscenely in his trousers. His mouth gaped as I stared him in the eyes and elegantly descended the stairs, one foot in front of the other, like a model walking the runway. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, he started to speak, but I hushed him with my finger on his lips and turned him toward the living room.
“Strip naked and sit in the chair I’ve brought in from the kitchen,” I said, smiling at him.
“What’s going on?” he turned and asked.
“Hush, baby. Just do as I ask, and you will find out soon enough,” I countered.
After Jack entered the living room, he removed his work clothes, shoes, socks, and underwear. He sat naked and quietly on the chair with his cock standing erect and proud. I grabbed the silk ties I had sitting on the coffee table and swiftly bound his wrists tightly behind the chair.
“Relax and enjoy what I am about to do,” I softly whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.
I bent down at the side of the chair and tied his right ankle to the right leg of the chair. Then I bent down on the left side of the chair and repeated the same process with his left ankle. I did all of this with as much teasing as possible. I knew his eyes would follow every move I made.
“I thought about blindfolding you, but I don’t want you to miss a thing,” I said with a smile as I stood before him.
My husband is a sexy-looking man and twice as sexy naked. I had a hard time containing my posture while I was teasing him. I clasped my hands on either side of his face, bent down, and passionately kissed him. With his hands and feet secured, he did his best to kiss me back until I pulled my lips from his.
I gave my husband a wicked smile as I traced my fingers slowly down his chest and belly until I reached his groin, purposefully avoiding his raging erection and barely brushing his balls when I ran my hand over his thigh. I heard my husband groan.
“Not yet, honey,” I said with a fake pout on my lips.
He was about to say something when I put my finger over his lips to silence him. Taking a step back, I delicately slipped my purple panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I bent down, picked them up, and held them against his nose.
“Mmm, can you smell that, honey? That’s me from thinking about you all day.”
Then I dropped my wet panties over his stiff cock and left them to cover his erection. I was horny enough, and I did not need that kind of diversion as I stood before him, smiling down at him, and put on a show of removing my top, caressing my tits, and running my hands up and down my naked torso.
The effect of touching myself turned my nipples hard, and the lips of my pussy glistened with moisture.
I had another chair placed opposite him.
“Enjoy the show, Honey. I know I will,” I said with a smile and gently settled my ass on the chair to face him.
I opened my legs and gave my husband an obscene view of my hot juicy cunt, freshly shaven and glistening pink. I slowly ran my fingers over my pussy lips and spread them wider to reveal the reddish-pink flesh of my vagina. I looked straight at Jack as I did this. I knew exactly how to tease him and put on a show.
My show was intensely real to me. I love showing myself in the sluttiest ways to my husband. I was just as turned on as him. The pre-cum that oozed from his cock and the juice that leaked from my pussy was proof of that.
I reached toward the coffee table, grabbed my vibrator, and held it up to my mouth, to begin with. I stared at Jack directly as I slowly ran my tongue over the tip of the vibrator before briefly slipping my lips over the end. Then I grinned as I turned the vibrator on and put it between my legs.
My vibrator only had one speed. HIGH. The high buzzing sound filled the room when I ran it over my wet pussy lips. Holding it against my clit, I moaned aloud, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the buzzing vibrations that delightfully tortured my sensitive clit.
It was highly arousing for me to have my husband bound helplessly on a chair watching me. I moved the vibrator down from my clit and slipped it inside my pussy. I moaned loudly with my eyes closed as the vibrator buzzed inside me. Oh, it felt so good! The vibrations seemed to run from my pussy to the ends of my toes. I slowly fucked myself and picked up the pace as my passion heated.
My body was on fire soon enough. I was in my pleasure zone, my ass squirming on the chair. My nipples were rock hard, and my open mouth was sucking air. The vibrator glistened with my juices every time I pulled it partway out of my horny pussy, and I would moan every time I pushed it back in as far as I could without losing it.
I fucked myself hard and fast with my legs wide open when I felt my orgasm building. I was totally in the zone with my husband watching me. Juice leaked from my pussy and trickled between my ass cheeks and puddled on the chair. My thighs trembled as my climax grew. My pussy dripped more juice as I felt the pleasurable pressure growing.
Suddenly, there it was. I clenched my eyes and threw my head back as my orgasm ripped through my body. I raised my legs so my husband could watch my asshole pucker every time my pussy convulsed.
My husband sat there with his mouth open, unable to do anything as he watched me panting and gasping through my pulsating climax. I pulled the vibrator from my sopping pussy, now a gaping hole that slowly tightened. I turned my juice-drenched vibrator off and set it next to my chair.
“Enjoying the show, Honey? I know I am,” I purred after I recovered.
I stood and walked over to him. I took hold of my panties, still draped on my husband’s cock, and rubbed them over my pussy, soaking them with my dripping juices. I scrunched them into a ball and shoved them into his mouth.
“Do I taste good?” I asked.
He muffled a reply I couldn’t understand, but he was shaking his head, yes. I pulled my panties from his mouth and dropped them on the floor.
“Now I am going to taste you,” I said as I knelt before him, my eyes level with his throbbing erection. I loved and adored my husband’s cock. It was seven inches long when fully erected, the perfect size for my tight pussy. I told him teasingly if he died before me, I would have his cock and balls bronzed and permanently placed on our mantel.
I knew his balls were full of semen that would soon burst from his cock being inside me.
Jack was desperate for me to touch his cock as it stood tall and proud, throbbing and ready. I blew lightly on the head of his cock. He groaned out of pleasure and frustration while looking down at me, his hot, sexy wife, teasing him. I looked up at him wide-eyed and with a wicked smile on my face. I slowly wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He groaned and shuttered as my hand moved up his shaft to the head of his cock. I slowly stroked his cock with my stroking hand and lightly massaged his balls with my spider-like fingers.
Jack was desperate for me to make him cum. His balls were swollen and beginning to ache, but I wasn’t ready to make him cum yet. I prepared physically and mentally for this moment all day, and I wanted to take my time to keep him edging as long as I could.
I stopped stroking his cock and massaging his balls but kept my fingers curled around his shaft while I swirled my tongue around his cockhead. He moaned and moaned, enjoying every lick. After my tongue made several orbits around his cockhead, I took it into my mouth. Jack, bound hand and foot, cried out when he felt and watched the end of his cock disappear between my lips and slide between my tongue and palate. He strained against his bonds, his belly undulated when I took his cock in my mouth, and his body quivered when he felt the vibrations of my deep, delicious moan as I took him to the back of my throat.
I sucked him slowly, stopping when he got too close, and his pre-cum oozed in my mouth. I gave him a primo blowjob. I sucked his cock, licked his balls, and took him down my throat. My pussy began to ache for his cock, but my mouth was greedy and didn’t want to let go. My husband cried out with frustration and excitement.
Suddenly, I stopped sucking my husband’s cock and let it slip from my mouth. He groaned in surprise and more frustration. He begged me not to stop. He begged me to make him cum. Oh, I had so much power over that man! And that is such a good feeling. I wanted to hold onto that power for as long as I could.
I sat back on the heels of my feet and smiled at Jack as every pore in my body oozed with lust and desire. Without saying a word, I stood and straddled his lap. I took hold of his throbbing cock beneath me and aimed it at my hot, juicy hole as I slowly squatted, taking it one inch at a time, all the way down to his balls. We both moaned in pleasure as we became one.
Jack moaned, feeling my wet pussy engulfing his cock. He tried to thrust the best he could against his bonds to force his cock further inside me if possible. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I ground my pussy around his cock deep inside me. We both moaned. Then I gripped his shoulders tightly and rose on his cock, and slammed back down, causing my tits to jiggle and my ass to smack down on his thighs. I repeated it over and over again, faster and harder.
I loved the thrilling sensations racing through my pussy as I fucked him like a crazed woman. My tits bounced tauntingly above his face, and I watched him try to bite my nipples when I brushed them across his lips.
I rode my husband’s cock faster and faster. Somehow, he was able to hold his cum back. Now I had to work for it. My body began to sweat from the physical strain. “Cum for me, husband!” I cried as I bounced on his lap. I grunted and groaned as I ground on his cock and dug my nails into his flesh. Jack’s balls tightened, and his thighs twitched as he got closer to gifting me his semen. He was breathing hard, and I rode him faster, slamming myself down on his rock-hard cock.
Suddenly, he roared out in release, and his body jerked up as high as it could against his bonds. I slammed my hot pussy down on his cock and ground down hard as he filled my pussy with his hot cum.
“Yes, Baby! Cum for me! Ooo, I love how that feels,” I squealed as I kept riding his cock. My pussy squelched with the mix of my juices and his cum, and I continued riding him until my pussy exploded with another orgasm. I screamed out in sweet relief as I climaxed on his cock. My hands gripped his shoulders until I finished pouncing on him.
Slowly, I eased off his cock. His cock slid out of my soaked pussy, and his frothy cream leaked out behind it. I looked at Jack, and he looked at me. We smiled at each other, both thoroughly satisfied.
After I untied him from the chair, we showered together. By the end of our shower, Jack was hard again, and we took care of it in the bedroom. Before we fell asleep, Jack promised the next time that I would have my turn in the chair.
