My wife and I were laying on the couch together. It was early in the evening and TV seemed to be only reruns of sitcoms. She leaned in closer to cuddle. My mind thought how nice this was for a change but my body took it another way. I kissed and caressed her neck as innocently as I could but she was wise to the true intent of my affections.
"Are you horny again?" she asked. Before I could answer, she continued. "I know how this ends. We work ourselves up to a heated frenzy and then one of us gets satisfied and the other one doesn't. Guess which one I am."
"But I try every time to..."
"I know. And it isn't ALL your fault. And its not one thing. Sometimes I do just want you to enjoy me. Other times, the real world to-do list pops into my head and...well, I can't get all the way to orgasm after that." She leaned in to give me an "Its OK" peck on the lips.
"So when you know you can't, your arousal just vanishes?"
"No, that's the worst part. Its not 'on' and 'off' for women. Foreplay, which I LOVE, is to work me up but the other side is just a gradual of a slope. Our bodies stay aroused longer. It's torture. You lay there spooning me in post coital bliss while I'm still very aroused all the while knowing it would be fruitless to work you up again."
"I don't know what you mean..."
"I know why you don't know what I mean. You can go from seeing a big rack in a v-neck sweater bend over in front of you to spew in the flick of a wrist and usually do."
"I...uh...", had no defense.
She got a thoughtful look on her face. "I have an idea" she eased out. "Why don't we let you see how it feels. It will be like little lesson for you. Learn by doing."
"What do you mean?"
"Why don't we let you be horny for a while. With no chance of release"
"Sure, but, the moment you turn your back, I'm probably going..."
She winks and says, "If you trust me, I can think of one way to prevent that. If you can't reach it, you can't spank it so to speak." My sweet, adorable wife walks over to the closet where we keep some camping equipment and pulls out a coil of 3/4" soft cotton rope and dangles it in front of me striking a devious pose.
I trusted her and apparently the throb in my pants did to.
"Now trust me, if I am going to be tied up in bed for any length of time, I will most likely fall asleep."
"So best case, you fall asleep, worst case, you learn what it feels like to be me for once...or visa-versa" she rebuts.
"I'm in...but what if this is too much a lesson for me?"
This busty brunette begins to back her words up with some womanly charm to sway me."Just admit defeat and I will cut you loose....literally. Now go strip and lay down in the bed, I am going to search the net for a few things. Oh and get out the box of toys under the bed. Clean them up and line them up on the nightstand. They might come in handy."
I did as she directed. It was odd to see our little collection of adult toys all out on the nightstand in the open. Thirty minutes later she came in with a grin and the coil of rope cut up into various more useful lengths.
"Ready to begin?" she asked. I nod and with the first rope in her hands ties my wrists together leaving a tail to attach to something else. She raises my bound writs over my head and secures the bundle to the headboard. She next put a little pillow under my head for comfort and grabbed another section of rope.
"What more?" I asked.
"I know you. You would wiggle around until your dick is up there by the headboard near your hands. This second rope is only to prevent that." With that, she tied my ankles together and took the rope down to the bed frame. She increased the tension until I scooted down some. This pulled on my arms a little more but my legs were now a good bit loose. Finally she tugged on the rope again and tied it off.
Now for the first time, I started to feel like this was real...it was happening. I was a little scared but a lot more excited. She had done a good job. The bindings were snug but not painful. I was comfortable but confined. I was in the protection of my home but fully exposed (and naked) on my bed. I was up to the whim of her lessons. "I can see you already have a serious hard-on," she states.
"Would you help me with it?" I tested.
"Oh, I will. Here is what I have been doing. I Googled a few web sites on "how to drive your man crazy in bed" and "what to do after you tie him up." I found lots of articles and pictures and a few erotic short stories. I did read that you shouldn't have an erection for more than 4 hours but I think 2 should be safe enough." I swallowed. She reached down and grabbed my sac and with a firm squeeze pulled them up away from the protection of my bound thighs. Working the boys with her hands she assured me, "Trust me, I am going to make sure we are not going to have a problem with falling asleep on this bed for the rest of the day."
After a devious smile, she strolled out and I began to rethink this predicament. My prick is trying to break out an run after her. I am dying to grab him and release it and the bittersweet agony I am in but the ropes are taught and tied well.
I suffer for a while until she returns. She rolls me towards one side and places a small pillow next to my back to keep me there. I realize I was helpless to roll myself and also helpless to do anything about that pillow which has me propped on my right side at a 45 degree angle.
My sultry spouse now lays next to me. I'm lower in the bed than normal so her head is right above mine and I'm sure she can feel my breath on her chest. A "how is it going" grin is on her face. "I see your dick is laying over on your leg. Your hard but not as much as you were when we started. Still, we can't let that happen." She has my complete attention. She continues, "Don't my lips look luscious?" She puckers. "And how about this cleavage?" One arm scoops around the pair and with a squeeze, the cleavages deepens. I'm still ogling them when she surprises me with a deep and sexual kiss on my lips.
"Let me check your wrists dear." Her long brown hair breezes over my face followed by her 38Ds. The stay pressed against my face while her longer than necessary examination of my bound wrists drags on. She finally pulls back, looks into my eyes and glances down to my responding cock. "That's more like it" she purrs.
I plead for her to let me go, masturbate me, anything. "We can quit anytime you can assure me I won't ever be left wanting.". I just swallow. She take my silence as an agreement to continue this lesson. Removing the back pillow, she rolls me back on my back and climbs on top for some intense kissing. She focuses on my mouth and nipples and alternates between them often. I moan with pleasure. She often teasing with me with her hair or bust. Brushing both over sensitive parts of my body. I can tell from her breathing and a pair of very erect nipples that she is getting aroused by this too.
She leaves and for a while but returns faithfully two or three more times for arousal checks. Each time she achieves her purpose and my aching dick continues to point the ceiling out to anyone who would enter.
The last check was focused on my nipples. She licked sucked and pinched each one all while her other hand held and tugged on my balls. I think she did it this way to let me know who was in control. She wanted to remind me who was teaching and who was supposed to be learning.
Some self-reflection time began when she entered the closet and ended when she returned wearing only her black demi-bra and panties she had on today.. After a short stop into the bathroom, I notice that her makeup had been touched up and somewhere she had found a tube of really red lipstick that she was either for a specific outfit or nighttime roll-playing games. Her slender neck was emitting a naughty perfume scent.
"What are you going to do now?" It was more of a beg than a question. Silently, she goes into the nightstand and picks out a harlequin and flips to a particular dog eared page. She repeats the 45 degree roll and pillow stop position and lays next to me again and begins to quietly read. Back on my side facing her, she makes sure I can see her face and feel the pace of her breaths and watch her chest rise and fall as she is scanning the alluring pages. Every now and then she shifts her position but seems to be getting closer. Pages are turning. She glances at me and my predicament every now and then and even a few times runs her hands over something sensitive. A pinch here and there keeps my breath with her. Once she wraps her hand over my still hard cock. It feels like a velvet flame has engulfed me. I inhale three breaths at once. She does not move it neither up nor down. There is no caress. She squeezes it a few times testing its firmness and then denies me again by removing it. How I savored that most wanted touch. Much more than any touch in many years.