After making our decision to buy erotic toys to try to liven up our routine a bit, we took my car and headed to the sex shop we had found by searching the internet. It was located a few kilometers outside the city and was very big, a sort of ‘supermarket’ of erotic products; it even had baskets to store the chosen products.
We were surprised by the ‘naturalness’ of the shop. It didn’t have the dark and hidden air we expected, with embarrassed people shopping on the sly. There were men and women, straight couples and gay and lesbian couples, browsing and buying products. It made us think that perhaps we were clueless and behind the times when it came to sexuality and that the use of toys, films, gels, or erotic products of all kinds was much more common than we thought.
We started to walk through the aisles, seeing a huge amount of products—so many that we didn’t know what kind of toys to choose and, within each type, which specific product was more recommendable. As happens with streaming services, where there are so many films that it takes you longer to choose one than to watch it, or you get stuck in doubt.
In the end, we opted to go to the center’s staff to be attended to. A young girl with several piercings and tattoos attended us very kindly.
She asked us what we wanted, and we explained that we weren’t looking for anything specific. We just wanted to ‘spice up’ our marriage, add games, and try ‘a bit of everything’. She suggested we buy a kit that they prepared by combining the best-selling products of different types and manufacturers. She explained that they were ‘surprise packs’ that had great prices for three reasons: buying several products at the same time, not being able to see the contents, and because they used to liquidate remaining products when the manufacturer released a new version. There were kits in different sizes and aimed at men, women, or couples.
She assured us that she had bought one of these kits for herself and her spouse, and it was well worth the price. They weren’t bad products; they were simply discounted due to the reasons explained.
We liked the idea of the kit. It took the hassle out of choosing something we had no experience with; we got a good discount, and the idea of the surprise of coming across a toy we didn’t expect to use suited our idea of exploring and broadening our horizons very well.
We chose a large package for couples, paid after thanking the shop assistant for her advice, and hurried to the car to get home as soon as possible. Although we were really looking forward to seeing what was there, we agreed not to open it until we got home and could see it at ease, as we couldn’t see it properly in the car, there was no room, and I had to drive.
When we got home, like children on Christmas day, we ran to the bedroom, opened the package, and began to spread the contents on the bed.
The package contained the following:
One vibrator
One lubricating gel
A set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs.
A set of nipple clamps
A vibrator bullet with remote control
A riding crop with a leather strap on one end and a feather on the other.
An artificial vagina
An anal plug
A mask for blindfolding
A cock cage
“Where do we start?” asked Mary.
“How about a massage with the gel?” I replied.
“No,” she replied, “we’ve massaged each other before, and, believe it or not, I’ve never used a vibrator. When I masturbated, it was only with my hand. I can’t wait to see what it feels like to be penetrated by a vibrator.”
“Besides,” she added with a smirk, “it’s bigger than your cock. I might as well get used to it and not want anything else.”
I stood there for a few seconds in thought, and she, seeing the concern on my face, said with a laugh, “You men are so insecure about size. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t change you for anything or anyone.”
We moved all the packages off the bed except the vibrator and the gel, stripped our clothes, and laid down on the bed. Mary checked that the vibrator had batteries in it, washed it, turned it on, and began to run it over her nipples, which quickly became erect. She lay down on the bed and moved it around her body until it rested on her clitoris. Gradually, her breathing quickened, and she began to pant. I looked at her with desire; she was beautifully aroused, her mouth half open, her lips red and swollen, and her eyes closed. My cock was erect, and I wished for nothing more than to be able to insert it into her pussy.
“I can’t hold it in any longer; I have to get it in now,” she said in a lusty voice, “although I don’t need lube or gel, I think I’m going to suck it. Would you like me to suck your cock?”
“Yes, please,” I replied desperately.
“Too bad; it’s just me and the vibrator now. You’ll have to conform to just watching. Besides, seeing your look of desire and your desperation really turns me on.”
She took the vibrator into her mouth and began to lick it with relish, all along its length. When she had done this several times and the vibrator was soaked with her saliva, she began to suck the tip, and little by little, she began to take it in and out of her mouth, while she looked at me with provocative eyes and made sounds of satisfaction, “Humm, how big it is, humm, humm, and how hard, humm, when I insert it in me, I’m going to cum like crazy. Humm, and it won’t go flaccid immediately; I’ll be able to keep fucking him as long as I want. Humm, I’m going to stick it in me now, and all the way in.”
This provocative side that had been unleashed in Mary was totally new, and it was certainly driving me crazy with desire. And she was clearly enjoying herself and getting off on seeing my excitement and desire.
She rested the vibrator between the lips of her pussy and pushed to get the tip in. She clearly needed no lubrication; she was totally soaked and open, ready for the vibrator to enter her. She slowly pushed it in, her vaginal lips open and stretched around the thick cylinder. When the vibrator reached the bottom of her pussy, she threw her head back, formed an arch with her body, and, emitting a choked moan, she came.
She rested for a few seconds and then began to slowly thrust it in and out, enjoying the way it dilated her channel as it entered and contracted as it withdrew. She continued to masturbate until she reached another orgasm; by then, I had inadvertently moved my hand to my cock and was slowly masturbating, kneeling beside Mary as I watched her in ecstasy.
She went on to cum twice more before removing the vibrator. When I saw her satisfied face red with pleasure, her panting breath, and her breasts rising and falling in time with her breathing, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and, almost without realizing it, I came. My cum spurted out and landed on her belly and breasts. She looked at me, satisfied and playful, and said, “It seems that this toy gives a lot of pleasure… to both of us.”
I lay down next to her, smiling, hugged her, and we fell asleep.
The next day, when we woke up, we looked at each other, and I asked her, “What shall we try now?”
“Yesterday we tried my ‘artificial cock’, so it’s only fair that we try your ‘artificial pussy’,” she replied, smiling.
I tried to provoke her, as she did me yesterday, by saying, “Maybe I’ll get used to this vagina too. It will always be wet without the need for preparation, and always ready, it will never ‘get a headache’.”
I said this in an attempt to provoke her, playing with the cliché of women refusing sex with the excuse that it hurts their heads, but she didn’t flinch and answered me with a mischievous smile, “As much as you like foreplay or licking my vagina, I don’t think you want to do without the preparation. And besides, you love to fondle and lick my breasts, and that pussy doesn’t have any.” And she stuck her tongue out at me in mockery.
I took the artificial vagina, applied lubricating gel, and laid down. Mary lay on my right side, leaning on her elbow and looking up at me. I slid the slit over my cock, which was already partially erect, starting from my testicles to the glans. When I reached the tip, I positioned the slit and began to descend, so that my cock was slowly pushed in. The texture was delicious, and with the help of the gel, the penetration was very exciting. I continued all the way down and started to move it up and down.
Mary looked at me with interest and began to fondle her breasts with her right hand. I played with the device, masturbating with it. The touch was extraordinary, soft, and firm at the same time. However, it lacked the warmth of a body. It was much better than masturbating with my hand, but infinitely worse than sex with my wife. I kept hammering away, enjoying the touch, and being able to pace myself exactly as my body demanded at every moment, until I couldn’t hold back any longer, thrust all the way in, and came inside.
When I looked to my right, Mary had her hand caressing her clitoris, and she reached a soft, controlled orgasm.
After showering and breakfast, we went back to the bedroom, ready to try some more things.
We decided that we would try some bondage, so popular lately after the famous ‘shadows’ books and movies, which, by the way, we had not seen or read.
To alternate, as I had tried the ‘artificial vagina’, it was now time to bind Mary with the leather handcuffs.
I took a piece of rope and tied four pieces to the four corners of the bed. I then attached the handcuffs by the rings to each of the pieces of rope. When everything was ready, I looked at Mary and said, “Now you can undress and lie down on the bed. Once you’re tied up, I can do ‘everything’ to you.”
She undressed and lay down on the bed, and I bound her with the handcuffs so that she had her arms and legs stretched out and pinned at the four corners. I then put the mask on her, adding, “I don’t want you to see what I’ll do to you; I’m sure the surprise is exciting. Besides, with your sight gone, your other senses and your sensations will be heightened.”
I went to the kitchen, took a tub of ice cream out of the freezer, and grabbed a spoon. I went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, looking at Mary’s beautiful body, all exposed before me, and offering herself to me. I began to caress her, resting my hand gently on one spot on her body, then lifting my hand and resting it on a completely different one, so that she could not sense where I would touch her next. I kept caressing and teasing her like this for a while, avoiding touching her nipples and pussy, but getting very close to them so that she would get desperate waiting for me to touch her in those spots.
When I saw that she was quite aroused and lubrication was starting to appear in her pussy, I scooped up some ice cream with the spoon and dropped it on her left nipple. Her body arched, and she let out a moan of surprise, pain, and pleasure. I waited a few seconds for the cold sensation to come over her. Then, I moved my mouth closer and licked the ice cream and her breast. Her nipple, already hard and excited before the ice cream, had become even more swollen and rock-hard. I fiddled with my tongue on her nipple for a while and then took it into my mouth, transmitting all the warmth of my body, in contrast to the coldness she had felt a few moments ago.
She was very excited by the sensations; she moaned and gasped with her mouth half open and her lips swollen and red.
I repeated the sequence again on the right nipple, which again caused her to jerk from the contrast between the cold and the heat, and from the sensations my mouth was giving her.
I kept alternating ice and mouth on both nipples and getting her more and more excited each time, until she started begging me, “Please, no more, fuck me, I need to cum.”
She squirmed and tried to move, but the restraints prevented her from moving more than a few inches.
Then, I took another scoop of ice cream and dropped it on her clitoris. She made a guttural sound, started to shake, and I could see a gigantic orgasm come over her. I waited a few seconds and began to lick her vagina and clitoris, which unleashed new orgasms in her. I couldn’t tell you how many; it was like a continuous orgasm that lasted several minutes as I licked her, chaining one with another until she was immobile and exhausted.
“You seem to have enjoyed it ‘a bit’,” I said, smiling and teasing her.
“Yes, it was wonderful.”
“I haven’t come yet, and I’m not going to be able to resist this beautiful body I have before me, so we’re not done yet. I’m going to fuck you until I can’t take anymore either.”
“Even if I wasn’t tied up, I’m so exhausted I wouldn’t be able to resist, nor would I want to…” she gasped back at me.
I lay down between her spread legs and placed my cock between her vaginal lips. She was literally dripping. As I started to penetrate her, I felt no resistance; she was so lubricated and dilated, so I pushed my cock all the way in, eliciting a little moan from her. I grabbed both of her breasts and caressed them with my fingers. I had become almost as aroused as she was by the game, so after a few thrusts in and out, I came, spurting multiple streams of cum inside her, which joined the numerous fluids that drenched her.
For me, it was an equally overwhelming orgasm.
I lay on top of her, panting, until I recovered. I untied her, and we lay there, cuddled and satisfied, until lunchtime.
After lunch, with new strength, we went back to the bedroom.
She said, “Now it’s my turn to tie you up, and I’m going to take revenge for all the times you’ve turned me on without letting me cum.”
She tied my arms and legs at the four corners, as I had done to her, and put the mask on me as well. I stood there, waiting for what she would do to me. The uncertainty of not knowing what to expect was exciting.
Suddenly, I felt her hands sliding down my chest. She had undoubtedly put lubricant on her hands. It was a delicious sensation. She went all over my body—legs, stomach, arms, chest, neck—everything but my genitals, which she avoided as I had avoided hers. She moved her hands gently, caressing me, pinching my nipples, which had become hard, caressing the inside of my thighs, and approaching my cock. It seemed that she would finally touch it, but she always avoided it. I felt my erection as hard as a rock, throbbing and wanting her to touch me there.
Suddenly she grabbed the base of my cock, and I felt her lips around my glans and her tongue licking it. The warmth and softness of her mouth turned me on even more. I tried to arch up and thrust my hips to enter her mouth, but she was holding my pubis, and I couldn’t move. She continued to play with my glans for a while, and suddenly her mouth descended, and she took part of my cock in her mouth, all the way to the back of her mouth. I felt an indescribable pleasure. I was panting and moaning, moving my hips as little as she would let me. I was very excited, but as she didn’t move and didn’t allow me to move, I couldn’t reach my orgasm, which was very close.
She began to move up and down very slowly and leisurely, running her tight lips around my cock, moving up until she had just the tip of the glans between her lips, and then down until my cock was touching the entrance to her throat.
When she noticed that my tremors were accelerating and my orgasm was about to explode, she pulled her mouth and hands away completely. I was desperate and begged her to continue, but she laughed and said I would have to wait longer.
She waited for me to calm down and started stroking me again, and then went on to give me a very slow blow job, always holding me down so I couldn’t control the pace and couldn’t come. Again, when I was almost about to cum, she stopped and left me very frustrated.
I could hardly think anymore. With my eyes covered, the sensations produced by her hands and mouth were multiplied. She began to play and tease me once more. This time, I noticed that she moved on the bed and that her knees were placed around my waist. One hand gripped the base of my cock, and another held me in the middle of it. Suddenly, I felt around my glans something very wet, very hot, and very soft. She had descended until the tip of my cock entered her vagina. I felt in glory and waited for her to go lower and for me to penetrate her lovely pussy, but she didn’t move. I tried to move my hips, but she held me down, and I couldn’t move. In desperation, I babbled and begged her to let me come.
Suddenly, she withdrew her hands and let herself fall hard against me, impaling herself on my cock to the hilt. As I thrust into her and felt that velvety, wet, burning channel around my cock, I gasped and came in a wild, overwhelming orgasm that left me exhausted.
A prolonged moan from her and her immobility told me that she had come at the same time. But she didn’t stop; she kept riding me, rubbing her clitoris against my pubis, and going up and down on my cock. I was so excited that I hadn’t lost my erection after cumming. It had decreased slightly, but when she started going up and down on my cock, I got it back again. She continued like that, enjoying the pleasure my body was giving her and linking one orgasm after another, until, after cumming four times, she let herself fall exhausted on top of me. She removed my blindfold, kissed me intensely, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, nibbling my lips, and said, “I love you.”
I replied, almost hoarse from gasping, “Me too. You are gorgeous and the most desirable woman in the world.”
Exhausted as we were, I fetched some food and drink from the kitchen, which we took in bed and laid there all the time until we fell fast asleep, cuddled, and satisfied.
The next day, when we woke up, we started talking about the previous day and the toys. I started the conversation by saying, “Yesterday was great; I had a wonderful time. It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed myself so much and desired you so much.”
“Yes,” she replied, “I enjoyed it very much, and it was very exciting to feel how you craved me. The whole idea of the toys was a very good one.”
“What did we try today?”
“I don’t like the anal plug; I’ve never been tempted by anal sex. I think it’s painful, and I think it’s degrading for women. We have a vagina for a reason. With anal sex, only the man who fucks you enjoys it; it’s like feeling used without getting pleasure. But we can try any other toy.”
When she said this, my hopes of having anal sex with her went up in smoke. I had secretly fantasized about it a few times, but I hadn’t dared to propose it to her, thinking it might be painful for her and maybe a bit dirty. I had thought about it as a fantasy, imagining myself kneeling behind her, looking at her beautiful buttocks, and with my cock in her rectum, but without actually seeing it come true.
However, there were still other toys to try, so I suggested, “What do you say we try the vibrating bullet? It can be very exciting to go out on the street or to a restaurant with me controlling the remote, increasing or decreasing the power to excite you to the brink of orgasm.”
“All right,” she replied, “but if it’s about teasing and denial, you should put on the cock cage in return.”
“Well, fair enough. If it’s okay with you, after breakfast we’ll go for a walk in the park, and then we’ll go eat at some restaurant.”
After breakfast, I grabbed the vibrating bullet and made sure that both the bullet and the remote had batteries. I checked the operation and saw that it had several vibration modes and several power levels. It had two buttons to change modes and two buttons to turn the power up and down. It always indicated the status on a small screen. I washed and lubricated the bullet and gave it to Mary, who pulled down her trousers and panties, inserted it into her vagina, and pulled them back up.
I tried activating it for a few seconds, and she gasped and looked at me with a playful grin.
She took the cock cage, which was made of metal with bars lengthwise and crosswise, curved downwards, and knelt in front of me. I pulled down my trousers, and she checked the different sizes of rings until she found the one that would fit snugly behind my testicles, not too tight so as not to cut off the circulation, but not too loose to allow me to escape or too loose to chafe the skin.
I had become aroused by her manipulation and was also thinking about how exciting the day would be, so I had an erection, and it was difficult to put the cock cage tube on. She went to the bathroom and came back with a cloth soaked in very cold water. She put it on my crotch, and quickly my erection disappeared and my testicles shrank. She then inserted my cock into the cock cage tube until the tube joined the ring. She took the small padlock that came with the cock cage, placed it on the lock that joined the two parts, and closed it.
She looked at me smiling, took one of the small keys from the padlock, and said, “I’m going to hide one of the copies at home so it doesn’t get lost. Wait a few minutes. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
She left and returned shortly after, took the second copy of the key, took off a little chain she used to wear around her neck with a little pendant on it, hooked the key on the chain, and put it back around her neck, saying, “This stays ‘safe’ until I decide. Now, like you, I am going to check that this toy ‘works well'”.
She came up to me, hugged me, and kissed me ardently, licking my lips and sticking her tongue all over my mouth. With one hand, she began to caress my neck and ears and then moved on to caressing my torso and fiddling with my nipples. The blood rushed to my cock, which tried to get erect, but the bars of the tube prevented it from swelling sideways, and when it tried to stretch and increase in length, it pushed on the front of the tube, and the ring pulled on my testicles. It wasn’t too painful, but it was very annoying. As I looked down, I saw the skin of my cock trying to swell between the bars of the cock cage.
My erection struggled futilely against the unyielding rigidity of the metal; the more aroused I became, the more annoying and painful the device became, until I began to mutter, “Mary, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
She left me and said, “Well, we can go. It looks to me like it’s going to be a very exciting day.”
We finished dressing and went for a walk to a nearby park. As we walked, I started trying out the different modes and the different power levels of the vibrating bullet. She was getting more and more excited; I could tell by her increasingly rapid breathing, her swollen lips, and her reddened face. There was a moment when, as I turned the power up to maximum, she had to grab a tree. I quickly reduced it, as I didn’t want her to cum.
We continued to walk through the park, looking at the pond and the ducks swimming in it. We were cuddling, and I could feel her getting too excited and trembling at times. During the morning, from time to time, I stayed behind to see how she walked and how she reacted to stimulation. Her gait was unusual and choppy. At times she had to stop and put her legs together, like when someone is peeing and trying to hold it in.
Despite the usual cold weather at the time, which made us dress warmly, she started to sweat. After playing with the remote for a while, I turned the power down to a level that would keep her aroused but not allow her to orgasm or prevent her from moving.
We continued to walk around, enjoying the Sunday morning. She would sometimes look at me and say, “Please stop it; I can’t take it anymore; it’s driving me crazy.”
But I would hug her and reply, with a smile, “We agreed to play; you’ll have to wait. You saw yesterday that, after waiting, the orgasms are stronger. We have the whole day ahead of us.”
At noon, we went for lunch at a restaurant we knew.
During the meal, I increased the power several times to see how she responded while sitting down.
When I increased the power to the maximum, she grabbed the edge of the table with her hands, her knuckles turned white, she closed her eyes, and I’m sure she was about to cum, but she didn’t dare to do it in public and surrounded by people sitting at the nearby tables.
The second time I did it, I’m sure she was so excited and desperate that I think she decided to ‘send it all to hell’, let herself go, and cum, even if it was in public. She was gripping the table tightly, her face flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes closed. She lowered her head so as not to make it too obvious what was happening to her, and then I turned off the vibrating bullet.
She looked at me with lustful eyes and said in a hoarse, agitated voice and with a smile on her lips, “I would kill you; you don’t know what you’re doing to me; I’m so horny I’d fuck any man in the restaurant right now, or all of them, one after the other. But I’ll get my revenge for this.”
After lunch, we went to buy some food and other things we needed for the running of the house in different shops. When we left the restaurant and got into the car, she told me that her panties were soaked and she was afraid of wetting her trousers, so she took some tissues and put them between her panties and trousers, as if they were a makeshift compress.
During the afternoon, Mary was off-center and sometimes had to stop because she couldn’t resist the excitement caused by the bullet. I kept the vibrating bullet at a medium level, changing the vibration mode from time to time.
Throughout the day, seeing her so aroused, I got excited too, and my cock tried to get erect, but the cock cage prevented it, and my erection was truncated as soon as it started.
When we got home, she dropped the shopping bags in the kitchen, took my hand, and led me into the bedroom. I quickly dropped the bags I was carrying and let myself be dragged in.
Once there, she quickly undressed and lay down on the bed, and I imitated her.
She pulled the vibrating bullet out of her vagina and guided my head into her sex. I said, “You have to remove my cock cage,” and she replied, “First I have to cum; I can’t take any more.”
I kneeled between her legs and slowly licked her vulva and clitoris. She was soaking wet, and her labia were swollen. I slowly ran my tongue from the entrance of her vagina to her clitoris, and when I touched it, she burst into a sweeping orgasm. I raised my head to look at her; she looked beautiful with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her lips swollen, her face flushed, and her breasts swollen, reddened, and her nipples erect, rising and falling in time with her breathing. I didn’t have time to enjoy the sight as she pushed my head back to keep licking her. I continued to lick her for a long time as she linked orgasm after orgasm. I lost count; I’m sure I’ve never had so many in a row or been so strong.
When she could take no more, she pulled my head away. I lay down next to her, caressing her sweaty, sexually exuding body, and said, “Now you can take my cock cage off,” but she smiled and answered, “Not yet; you’ll have to wait.”
“You said when you cum!” I replied in surprise. She replied, “No, I said I had to cum FIRST, I didn’t say that IMMEDIATELY afterwards I would release you, nor did I say HOW MANY times I had to cum. I’ve been suffering from being teased and tempted all day while you just haven’t been able to get an erection. For the game to be fair, you’ll have to suffer me to provoke you much more. Now rest.”
I was shocked and aroused. I was eager to be able to fuck Mary; my cock was trying to get erect, but, trapped by the stiff bars of the cock cage that limited its expansion and bent it downwards, it was an impossible task. Mary’s naked body next to me, and the images still in my head of her pleasure and the multiple orgasms I had given her, did not help me to relax, but after a long time, I managed to relax.
The next day, as we were showering and getting ready to leave, I asked Mary, “When are you going to take my cock cage off?”
“I’ll let you know.”
“But I can’t go to work like this.”
“Of course you can. It’s small, and it’s covered up under your trousers and jacket,” she replied.
Because of our work as salesmen and sales representatives, sometimes we would both go to the office, sometimes one or the other would visit clients or potential contacts, and sometimes we would work from home. That day we were both going to the office, so we took one car, mine this time, and drove to our company. On the way, while I was driving, Mary sensually stroked my hair and the back of my neck, giving me shivers and excitement, and after a few minutes, she reached down and began to run her hand gently up and down my thigh, moving closer and closer to my crotch.
My cock, with those caresses, was desperately trying to get erect, struggling against the steel bars of the cock cage, which inflexibly prevented any expansion.
“Please,” I begged her.
“Please what? Please continue or please stop?”
“Please stop; you’re driving me crazy with desire. My cock is going to explode.”
“I thought you liked me fondling you, but if you insist,” Mary replied with a mischievous smile.
Gradually, I calmed down and was able to concentrate on driving. I had come to fear that we would have an accident with Mary’s distraction.
During the day, Mary would occasionally glance at me from her desk, giving me suggestive glances. Occasionally, when she noticed that I was looking at her, she would fiddle, as if absent-mindedly, with the chain and key to my cock cage.
I spent the whole day distracted and unable to concentrate. When we came home in the afternoon, as soon as we closed the door, I hugged her, I kissed her passionately, and I said, “I can’t take it anymore; let’s go to the bedroom.”
“I can’t stand it anymore either; it excites me to see the desire with which you looked at me all day; it makes me feel like an attractive and desired woman.”
“You are indeed; you are very beautiful.”
We went to the bedroom, and there I got naked quickly. When I was naked, I noticed that Mary was looking at me and hadn’t undressed. I asked her, “Don’t you undress?” and she replied, “Not yet; I want to keep enjoying the way you look at me. Sit in the chair.”
I sat down and saw her heading to the closet where we had stored all the sex toys. She brought the cuffs, put them on my wrists, and then locked the cuffs behind the back of the chair.
I was naked, except for my cock cage, sitting on and tied to the chair, and I watched her wondering what she wanted to do.
She turned on the computer, manipulated it for a moment, and then walked back insinuatingly until she stood in front of me. After a few seconds, the computer started playing the song “Night time is the right time” performed by Ray Charles with Margie Hendrix and the choir The Raelettes.
Mary began moving her hips to the rhythm of the song and began to take off the clothes she had brought to work. I can’t imagine a more exciting image than the one in front of me. Mary was taking off garment by garment as she moved along following the song, approaching me until almost touching me and walking away. When her bra and panties were all she had left, she approached until her breasts almost touched my face, and, very slowly, she took off her bra. Finally, she took off her panties, while still following the rhythm and moving in an insinuating and tempting way.
Although I had not seen strip tease except in movies, once I remarked to Mary that I found that song, particularly that version by Ray Charles, very erotic and appropriate for a strip tease, and it seemed to me that it was not used. It was clear that Mary remembered it and wanted to use it for my enjoyment.
I was more excited than in my whole life. My dick was red and swollen, trying to get an impossible erection. I could not look away from their feminine hips, waving to the rhythm of the song, or their beautiful breasts, so close and yet out of my reach.
When the song ended, I thought she’d let me go, but the song started again. Although it lasts just over 3 minutes, it has become eternal and intense. Without ceasing to dance, Mary sat astride on my lap and kissed me; the contact with her body, totally naked and very hot, turned me on even more. She started rubbing herself against me, rubbing her sex against my cock cage and her breasts against my torso.
I noticed her wet and burning pussy through the bars of the cage, and my excitement grew even more. She took my head with her hands and carried it to her breasts, saying, “Lick me!”
I did it enthusiastically and eagerly, licking her nipples and breasts as she kept moving and rubbing faster and faster, until she threw a throaty scream, stood still, and reached orgasm. She stood for a while motionless, straddling my legs, until she got up, turned off the computer, released the cuffs, and took me to bed. There she lay with her legs spread and said, “I need to come again.”
Although I was desperate to cum, I figured until she didn’t cum again, she wouldn’t let go, so I knelt between her legs and started licking her vagina and clitoris, which were soaked.
As I licked her with my hands, I caressed her legs, hips, and breasts. After a while, she came again, but when I tried to raise my head, she led me with her hands to continue licking her.
I don’t know how many times she came. I was still desperate and excited. Enjoying her pleasure, her body, and her sexuality unleashed, but wishing to achieve, me too, a liberating orgasm.
When she was satisfied, she stood still and relaxed in bed, almost asleep. I said, “Please take off the cock cage; I’ll burst if I don’t have an orgasm.” but she smiled and told me, gasping, “You’ll have to wait one more day. This has been too good not to repeat it.”
“But you came and I didn’t.”
“Haven’t you enjoyed my strip tease?”
“Yes, it was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Haven’t you enjoyed making me orgasm?”
“Yes, a lot.”
“Well, wait a little longer; I promise you will have the orgasm of your life. But you will have to wait.”
Mary didn’t seem willing to let go, so I resigned. The truth was that I had enjoyed more than ever watching her body move, especially seeing her sexuality unleashed, her face of pleasure when she came, her erect nipples, and her swollen breasts.
In addition, more than once, I envied the ability of women to link and prolong orgasms. We men come, and the excitement ends. With the cock cage, I could not cum but was about to do it all the time. It was almost like a very low-intensity but very long orgasm. Although strange and, in a way, twisted, it was exciting. It was not the outburst that accompanies an orgasm, but it was an excitement that lasted a long time.
That night I made a simple dinner, and we had dinner in bed, as we had done when we were newlyweds.
The next day was similar. I suffered all day watching Mary move around the office, fiddling with the chain and the key. Every day, she seemed more desirable and beautiful to me. And it wasn’t just my frustrated desire. I think she felt admired and desired, and that somehow embellished her.
When we got home, Mary repeated the strip tease using the same song. Like the day before, when she finished dancing, I was desperate, wanting to make love to her and cum. My cock was trying unsuccessfully to get erect, and the ring that held the cock cage behind my testicles was pulling on them mercilessly, causing a pain that fought against my erection.
This time, when she was already naked, she didn’t sit on my lap. She put a blindfold over my eyes and turned off the music.
I stood expectantly, waiting to see what she was going to do this time. I noticed that she went to the cupboard with the toys and laid back down on the bed, next to where I was sitting in the chair.
In a suggestive and excited voice, she began to talk to me and tease me, “It’s a shame you have your cock locked in that cock cage; you don’t know how excited I am. I’m soaking wet, and I need a cock to fuck me deep until I cum. But I’ve found a solution; I’ve got a ‘lover’ here who will fuck me relentlessly as often as I need him; his name is Ray”.
I heard her turn on the vibrator. Then she continued, “Uummh, what a delight…my nipples get even harder when Ray touches them; they hurt from how hard and erect they are. I’m sure you’d love to suck them now. uuummmhh…, I can’t take any more; I need Ray to fuck me; I need a cock deep inside me. Like this… like this… how firm and hard Ray is! And how he rubs and squeezes my tits, just like I like… Uummhhh… I like to feel him totally filling my pussy…. Uummh… And how he opens me up when he enters me… I can’t take it anymore… Yes…Yes…Like this… Like this… Uurgh…Uurgh… I’m cuuummming.”
I couldn’t see what she was doing, and I imagined her lying on the bed, caressing her breasts with one hand, and with the other hand, putting the vibrator in and out of her vagina. Her words, her voice distorted by desire, and the sounds of the vibrator going in and out of her soaking wet vagina drove me crazy. I tried weakly to ask her to free me, but she ignored me.
After the first orgasm, she continued masturbating with the vibrator she had christened ‘Ray’. Being next to her, listening to her cum over and over again, teasing me by pretending to be fucked by a lover while I couldn’t cum or even touch her, was both a torture and an exciting sensation at the same time. It was like enjoying a porn show in the front row. When she finished, after several orgasms, she came over to me, took off my blindfold, untied me, and hugged me, saying, “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I’ve done it all for you,… and for me too. It excites me so much to see the look of desire on your face when you look at me these days.”
“Yes, but I’m desperate; I need to cum, please; I crave you so much…”
“I promise you that tomorrow you will have all the orgasms you want.”
Resigned, I insisted no more. That night in bed, while we were cuddling, the touch of her warm skin and soft breasts turned me on, and I unconsciously pushed my cock cage against her buttocks in a timid attempt at a sexual act. She caressed my face but ignored me, and after a while, I was able to fall asleep.
The next day again, I had to suffer seeing her in the office, attractive, confident, and teasing me while I was eager to make love to her right there.
When I got home, she did the strip tease again, but this time, before she started, she removed my cock cage. As soon as she did so, my cock immediately became erect, with an intense, hard, huge erection like I had never had before. She smiled at the sight of it.
When the song was over, she waddled slowly over to me, looking at me like a bird of prey at its victim. She straddled my lap and began to rub her sex against my erect cock, soaking it in her fluids. She had both hands wrapped around my neck. Feeling her breasts pressed against my torso and the wetness of her vagina moving up and down the length of my cock, I began to moan and gasp. Then she sat up slightly, guided my cock into her vagina with her hand, and impaled herself on my cock all at once.
I slammed into her soft, hot sex and couldn’t hold back. I moaned and came. My whole body vibrated with the intensity of the orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming and explosive. It felt like my testicles were contracting and spurting cum all the time, as if a hoover was emptying them. It was one of the most intense and long-lasting orgasms of my life. I felt my cock contract and shoot spurt after spurt of cum into her pussy. She came too as soon as she felt the first jets of cum inside her.
She stayed hugging me for a long time, both of us enjoying the contact between our bodies. Then she untied me, and we both went to bed. She lay on her back, and I lay next to her. I kissed her and caressed her whole body with my hands. We were both still very aroused, her chest rising and falling with her breath heaving and her sweaty skin, emanating a soft scent of femininity and sex. My mouth went all over her body, kissing her delicately, slowly moving down, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her chest, her breasts, her belly, her hips, her thighs, and finally I moved to her crotch.
With my tongue, I started to gently lick all over her vulva, starting at the entrance of her pussy and slowly moving up to her clitoris, causing her to become extremely aroused. Her vagina was soaking wet and oozing fluids; hers mixed with my cum, but I didn’t care. We were both very aroused, and I just wanted to please her and make love to her. Her flushed face, with her lips parted and panting, her eyes closed, and her nostrils dilated, was like a representation of sexuality.
My licks on her vulva triggered several strong orgasms in her, which made me very excited. After a few minutes, my cock was erect and firm again. I don’t think it had ever taken me so little time to recover. I positioned myself on top of her, placed my cock at the entrance of her vagina, and penetrated her all the way in with one thrust, entering her smoothly, like a hot knife in butter. When I got all the way in, she came again. I began to thrust my cock in and out with increasing speed, as I kissed her passionately and my hands caressed her breasts and face. After a short while, I felt my orgasm approaching. I gave a few final thrusts, stayed still inside her, and came into her again. Again, it was very intense and overwhelming, as I have rarely felt before.
I stayed on top for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation, and dropped down beside her, exhausted.
“I promised you ‘the orgasm of your life’, and I think it was, wasn’t it?” she said.
“Yes, it was fantastic. I love you so much.”
“We’ll have to do it again,” she said in a mischievous tone.
“Yes, although I don’t know how I could last that long again, provoked and without being able to cum.”
“The good stuff is hard to come by, but then it’s worth it.”
We stayed cuddled together, half asleep, but after a while, before I realized it, I was caressing and kissing her again, until I ended up penetrating her and ejaculating inside her again.
Satisfied, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
To be continued. Chapter 3. Fantasies and desires