A friendly notice: This story contains cuckoldry. The couple are in love, and the acts are committed in that spirit. If that is not your thing, you should probably move on to something you would enjoy.
The expansive, rustic cabin sat on prime real estate. It was high up on one mountain, with magnificent views of an entire mountain range across the high plains. The structure was built with very large timbers which matched the surrounding forest.
Richard and Dawn had chosen furniture to match. The couches and chairs in the great room were wooden and incredibly sturdy, with tan cushions. In the bedrooms, the beds were of the same construction. The furniture and decor fit the bigger than life setting.
Over the large fireplace mantle, a large painting (probably a print) hung in a rustic wooden frame. The painting was of two bighorn sheep rams crashing their horns together, head-to-head. Anyone who has watched a nature show knows it is two powerful males fighting it out to see which one gets to mate with the females. The victor gets to screw every female all he wants. The defeated gets to slink off, lick his wounds, and deal with an incredibly testosterone driven case of blue balls til next season.
The design of the furniture also supported the couple's predilection for bondage play and S&M. There was no danger of collapse or even moving. There were stylish or hidden fasten points on the beds, couches and chairs.
The secluded location was not chosen for that reason, but it certainly did not hurt. Sex on the large deck or before the huge windows in the great room or the loft master bedroom was unlikely to draw attention. If a neighbor did happen to be passing by on the road or hiking in the forest and got an eyeful, it was unlikely to draw a complaint. The folks in the area might not share our couple's interests, nor were they apt to be offended by them.
Richard and Dawn had both done very well in their respective businesses and were now in a position to work from home, with an occasional trip back to the city for meetings or inspections. In their mid thirties, life was good.
Richard was in good shape. He did not have bulging muscles but was well toned. He stood about 6'. His manhood was a little above average, not small by any means, but not huge. When they were dating, he had asked her if it was satisfactory. Dawn had affected a cartoonish Goldilocks persona acting as if she were testing porridge, telling him his cock was "just right."
As their relationship grew, and he repeated the query occasionally, she came to understand that her super successful, very masculine husband had a small penis humiliation fetish... and a fetish for humiliation in general. They talked often about such things. Between that and experimenting with their playtime, she learned that while he did not have submissive tendencies, he did like for her to take charge of sex play, and to be creative in "abusing" him. It had not been a kink she had ever experimented with before meeting Richard, but as their play progressed, she discovered she absolutely loved teasing, denying, and tormenting her husband. Almost as much as he enjoyed her doing so. It also provided her with certain... freedoms.
It really worked for them, mostly because no matter what she did to him, it was done with love.
Dawn was hot. Guys walking into walls hot. She was about 5'6" tall, fit from working out regularly and taking long hikes in the mountains. Her breasts were 36D, perfectly shaped with upturned nipples. Her hips and buttocks were large enough to draw attention and "cushion for the pushin'" but not TOO big. Her long muscular legs could make a man cry.
One of Dawn's favorite pieces of furniture was one of the great room's couches. The cabin was designed in such a way that the entire main level was surrounded by windows. There was not a direction which did not face a magnificent view. Above this was the loft bedroom, which enjoyed the same views.
One of the couches, which could be easily seen from the loft, and the road, had eyelets fastened into the back of the back rest, and also hidden on the front legs. The couch could also be reclined backwards.
What this meant for Dawn was that she could have Richard sit in the middle of the couch. Then she would have him stretch his arms out to the edges on the backrest. Here she would fasten the leather cuffs on his wrists to the eyebolts, so he was left spread-eagle in a very comfortable position. She would then fasten his legs the same way, if not quite as tightly.
The result was that he was quite comfy, but also very much at her mercy. He could watch TV. She could bring him drinks. She could kneel before him and fellate him... but never to completion. She could straddle him and ride him slowly... but never to his completion. She could stand behind the couch when reclined and easily place her ass over his face so he could lick her... very much to completion for her.
She would occasionally leave him secured this way for hours. She would alternate sex acts while going on a hike, cooking dinner, sitting in a nearby chair reading. In the intervals when she left him alone, he could watch his favorite sports, history documentaries, or series TV. All while hoping none of the neighbors would stroll by and notice him bound naked with an erection.
It was his birthday today. Dawn had planned for this day. For most, her plans would be cruel. For Richard, they were perfect. They had spent the day by going out to lunch at his favorite local restaurant, then going for a hike.
One week prior, Dawn had given Richard, and herself, a day long session on the couch. Normally, after extensive edging and teasing, the sessions ended with her riding him until he came, or her fellating him until she got to swallow his load. Not this time. During this session she had ridden his face to her own orgasm several times, but when she unfastened his restraints this time, she had denied him relief.
This was not entirely unprecedented, but it was unusual. In response to his questioning expression, Dawn stated sweetly, "I want you on edge for your birthday surprise next week. So no jacking off, sweetheart."
The admonition against self satisfaction could have gone unsaid, but she wanted to say it for the effect it would have on his psyche. Their agreement, their hard and fast rule, was that all of Richard's orgasms came from Dawn. It took willpower sometimes, but Richard never masturbated unless in her presence at her request. The paradigm enhanced his sexual tension and their relationship long term.
The realization that his overly hard, pulsing, seeping manhood would remain that way for at least the next week made his heart race.
Dawn did everything she could to ensure the week was as full of torment as possible.
She spent most of it nude while at home. Richard had no ability to resist staring at her perfectly shaped ass bouncing by. The jiggle of her breasts made his erection jiggle in response. The pubic patch she maintained kept his attention... then when she shaved herself bald there, he was even more intrigued.
Dawn insisted upon oral orgasms each morning, during the day, and at night to tuck her in. Richard loved going down on her, so each time he did so his cock practically burst with need. If he had not possessed a stoic demeanor honed through many successful years in business, he would have been apoplectic from his need. From experience, Dawn knew that nothing aroused her hubby more than eating her pussy, listening to her orgasm and feeling her fingers clawing at him. And he was very good at it. So, this was the very best way to torment him.
The constant curiosity about what was going to happen on his birthday kept him almost continuously aroused. For Dawn, the knowledge of what she had planned kept her aroused.
When his birthday arrived, she awoke before him, went quietly downstairs to make breakfast and coffee for him. The smell of fresh fried bacon and fresh brewed coffee brought him out of his slumber. Still nude, he and his morning wood made their way downstairs to find the cook naked also. It was going to be a terrific birthday.
And it was to be terrific. Ironically, the best birthday he'd ever had.
After breakfast, she led him upstairs where she lay on the bed for a morning session of cunnilingus. After she enjoyed a series of orgasms, clutching his hair in her fingers and thrusting back up against his face, she traded places with him. She went down on his excessively needy erection, taking her time... licking him like an ice cream cone, plunging down upon him, suckling his bare testicles. Dawn shaved her genitals for him, so Richard returned the favor. It made oral better for both of them, whether giving or receiving.
