It was a warm and sunny Saturday morning. The birds singing heartily outside. We opened the windows to let the fresh air gently tantalize our naked flesh. It felt especially good after the hot shower we just shared. The bed still unmade from our nights sleep. It had been a few days since we had a chance to play. With the children off at their dad's house for the weekend, it gave us a chance to connect in intimate playfulness and tender lovemaking. I was in an especially "rowdy" mood for some odd reason and my teasing of you was wearing thin. In a passionate embrace, arms wrapped tightly around one another, you bunched my hair into a wad and began kissing and licking my neck.
You worked your way around me so that my back was against your chest, my chin against my own. I was thrilled at the sensations that your tongue was giving me upon the nape of my neck. Again, my mood began to take hold and I was playing with your hard cock as it wedged its way into the seam of my own backside. With both hands now behind me fondling your cock and heavy balls, in half a heart beat you had reached down and grabbed them holding me now very secure with hair in one hand and arms in another. With out delay, you pushed me onto the bed with my arms still behind and under me.
I was surprised with the recent turn of events as this was not what I had in mind; in fact I had been in the mood to ride YOU slowly, deeply and hard. Imagine my surprise when you quickly grabbed a belt lying on the floor and rolled me over to securely fasten my wrists behind me. Moments later another was being placed around my ankles. My verbal protests and attempts to lure you into my own passions of doing you were only enticing you more to whatever goals you were trying to achieve. Then you placed a blindfold over my eyes. I felt your weight leave the bed but knew you were still in the room. In this position, I knew very little could happen, legs closed tight, arms behind me; leaving only my breast to your exposure.
My nipples were standing pert and proud in the cool breeze blowing through the window. I heard you moving about, but definitely not sure what you were doing or preparing. Moments later, I felt you put an earplug in my ear and then one in the other. Now, I did some protesting; to which you politely told me to shut it up or else you would. Excuse Me, I thought, demanding to know exactly what you were up to. Surprisingly, you sat on the bed and began to softly play with my nipples.
Now, I could not hear you, could not see you therefore talking did very little, since your responses went unheard.
What had surprised me most was how easy it was for you to just whip out an idea and run with it, with or with out my cooperation. As you know, I'm game for quite a bit of stuff, but this stuff with earplugs, blindfold, and surprised me a bit more than I was comfortable with. True, I had little room to argue, let alone, no way to really go anywhere.
You sat for a long time gently touching, holding, rubbing, rolling, pinching and pulling on my nipples. By now my moans were quite audible and I was getting very, very wet between my closed thighs. It did me little good to try to rub them tighter together, only made things stickier. I sure loved the nipple treatment. As you knew I would, since I have told you time and again how wonderful you make me feel and how much it turns me on. I was pleasantly suffering at your manipulations and then turned on further by your hot mouth upon one nipple, then the other, alternating fingers and mouth. I was on fire and wanting you, wanting relief badly. But at your mercy and discretion I had to await your moves.
Finally I feel you leave my side and couldn't help but wonder what was next. At this point of frustration, I was acceptable to more than I normally would have been. I had no clue if you were still in the room or where you were and what you were up to. The unknowing scared me, yet excited me. At last I felt your presence again. I could smell something sweet, perhaps vanilla, perhaps a candle or something, but without seeing or hearing I was uncertain. Your fingers went once again to my nipples and my desire began to build. I heard your voice, muffled and silenced through the earplugs. Your teasing was aggravating, yet highly pleasing. Momentarily, you picked me up... talk about feeling helpless, the only thing I could do was talk, complain, moan, cry, but nothing helped; maybe it did more harm than good and since I was warned about being quiet, I didn't get too overwhelming loud, such as I would have liked.