Part 2
"Ready for more?"
As I lay there coming down from the high of the whole experience, I wondered what else she had in mind. I knew that she had not cum yet and hoped that one way or another I would be able to provide her the release. Usually at this point I would be between her legs ravaging her leaking pussy, worrying her clit with my tongue, finger fucking her to take her to an orgasm. Now all of that was out of my control. I knew that I would do anything she was going to ask of me, but was a bit nervous about what that actually might be.
Soon I heard her heels clacking right outside the bedroom door.
Did she take the shoes off the first time she came upstairs? That time I did not hear her at all.
"Ready for more?"
Of course I was ready! Maybe not physically, I was not twenty anymore, so full recovery might not have been possible for at least another half an hour, but somehow I did not think that penis-in-vagina fucking was what she was looking for. And for anything else I was ready!
She came to the bed and slowly looked me over, starting from my face and moving lower and lower. When she smiled, I got nervous — she was still my Jenny, and yet she was not. There was some mischief in that smile, some curiosity, and a bit of cruelty too. As if she knew that what she was going to do was not quite right, but was going to do it anyway.
She opened the nightstand drawer and for a moment I thought she was going for the clothespins again, but no, she pulled out a small bottle. Astroglide. I could think about only two ways to use it and was not sure which one scared me more at the moment. My cock lay limp and spent, it would be too sensitive to enjoy any stimulation. And my ass... Well, I never tried it with a partner before. Sure, I did enjoy a bit of anal self-play every now and then, who does not? Only letting somebody else be in control felt very different from an occasional finger in the shower.
I was watching her closely and she was not rushing to start anything. Still holding the bottle, she looked at me, not smiling, just thinking about something. She probably could see the apprehension in my eyes:
"We can stop at any moment, you know that, right? Do you still remember the safe words? They are the same as before: 'red' to stop, 'yellow' to slow down."
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry.
She sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand softly caressed my cheek, brushed over my jawline, moved down briefly touching my nipples, lower, lower, lower, and stopped next to my still limp cock. With her other hand she flipped the bottle open and held it high above my body. The thick liquid slowly moved as she tilted the lube and a clear drop lazily crossed the bottle's lip, then as in a slow motion movie, glided through the air, and, finally, dropped on my cock.
I think I jumped. My cock was still sensitive after the recent orgasm, the mere idea of her doing anything to it right now was too much.
"Somebody is getting ready for round two!" she laughed.
She was right. Sensitive or not, my cock was starting to come back to life. And she did not even touch it yet!
She added more lube and started to massage the shaft. It was the strangest hand job I've ever experienced: just two fingers sliding up and down the whole length. She was watching me closely and settled down on a rhythm where her up stroke was feather light, but on the way down she would push those two fingers closer together for a much welcomed stimulation.
When I was almost hard, she stopped. I think I made some sound in protest because she laughed again.
"Do you want more?"
"Of course I do!"
"Ask for it, then."
Ask my wife for a handjob. In words. In the bright daylight. That was too much, I could not do it and I shook my head.
"You want it, you can admit that you want it, but you would not ask for it... Is this where we are at?"
Yes, that was exactly where we were.
"Why?"
I did not know how to answer her then and I am still not sure why there was any difference at all. But there was. It felt like until I said the words, until I acknowledged her power over me, all of this was not real. But with the words out, there would be no way back, no way to pretend later on that it never happened.
"OK... So, you don't want it bad enough. Not yet. Fine, let's play some more."
She rummaged through the drawer.
Just how many things did she prepare for today?
I thought briefly and then saw what she got out — another set of cuffs.
"Bend your left knee."
I did. The cuffs were the same style that I had on my arms. Was this a set? Jenny tightened the cuff and ran another rope through its D-ring.
"Move your leg to the left. Yes, like that. Good."
She tied the rope to the bed.
"The other one."
She repeated the process and I ended up being completely open and secured.
She put more lube on her hand and spread it all over my cock. It felt good. She was holding me in a familiar way now and I relaxed into her stroking rhythm.
From the way she was talking before, I should have known better. As soon as she was sure I was enjoying myself, she changed something. She turned her hand around so that her thumb was towards my balls, gave it a few trial strokes, added more lube, and then did not go down after an up-stroke, but moved her hand further up, sliding her palm over my cock's head.
My still sensitive cock twitched. My whole body twitched! It was not exactly painful, but it was so intense, that it was not very pleasurable either. Thank god it was fast! Jenny went back to her regular stroking, but her hand stayed "upside down", so I could not relax back into the pleasure — I knew that this was not going to be only up and down, another "over" part was coming, and coming soon.
Without changing her rhythm, Jenny squeezed the bottle with her other hand and added more lube. But this time she held the bottle lower, so that the clear goo went over my scrotum and slid down the perineum. It was cold and tickled a bit, I shivered.
"Don't you worry, it will warm up in a second."
Is there anything my wife wouldn't miss?!
Probably not, as long as my cock was getting the gentle treatment from her hand.
Jenny let me go, but only for a moment. She moved to sit between my parted legs and resumed the stroking. But now her other hand got busy too, spreading the lube all over the area below my balls. It felt so good! I always liked to be touched there, but something was different this time around. It took me some time to realize what it was — the pressure. Jenny was using two fingers to glide over my perineum and on each down pass she put more and more pressure on it.
Her left hand went over my cock head while the two fingers of the right pressed down, massaging something inside of me that I didn't know existed. This time I did not mind the head polishing at all. I felt it, sure, but it was not the main sensation by far.
I was in heaven and could not keep it inside anymore. I moaned.
I knew what would happen next, but I was unable to hold back. And of course, she stopped all the movement and took away her hands.
"Do you want more?"
That question! It was so easy to answer it, but I knew what she would ask next, so I stayed quiet.
"No? Nothing?"
She was prepared to wait. I don't know how, but she knew that sooner or later I'd break. On some level I knew that too, but was not ready to admit it even to myself. Not yet.
Jenny added more lube and went back to work. This time she completely ignored my cock and concentrated on gently massaging my balls with one hand and not so gently applying pressure to the perineum. It felt so good! Without the direct stimulation of my penis I was in no risk of cumming, but something inside of me was sending strong pleasure signals all over my lower body and these signals were getting stronger.
Why did I even hope that she would let me ride this to whatever destination this was going to? Of course not. Jenny adjusted both of her hands at the same time: her left one, that was softly playing with my balls, was not soft anymore, she squeezed harder and pulled at the whole sack. Not hard enough to cause much pain, but there was enough pull to snap me out of my mellow mood.
Before I could complain, another thing happened that made me forget I even had balls. Her right index finger spread the lube all the way down to my anus and without pausing entered it. Just a little bit, it could not have been more than her fingertip, but she never did it before. Nobody else had ever done it either. Sure, every now and then I would touch myself in the shower, maybe even clean inside a bit, but that was me, this felt very different.
Jenny did not say anything, but when I opened my eyes — when did I close them in the first place? — I saw her watching me closely. The "Are you OK?" was written all over her face, but she did not ask the question, so I was glad that I did not have to answer it.
I was both excited like hell and scared shitless. Excited both by the very pleasant physical sensations her intrusion created and by the prospect of more to come. Scared of the more to come too. Was she going to finger fuck me? Was there a plug on that drawer? A dildo? A strap-on? I have seen enough Domme videos to know what was possible, but I never thought I could be on the receiving end of any of these. Masturbated to a scene or two, maybe had a couple of wet dreams, but that was my extend of familiarity with anal play.
Jenny did not give me much time to ponder on this, her left hand went on to gently caress my balls, while with her right she started to run the softest circles just inside of the tight muscle ring. A tiny bit of pressure moving round and round. My sphincter reacted and started to relax and so did I. She must have felt that the grip on her finger lessened, so she moved a little further in. Now that her first phalange was in, she was able to start moving in and out too. Soft, slow, but it was still an intrusion and my nerve endings responded with tingling that was sending waves of warm pleasure all over my body.
I relaxed some more and felt a pressure from another finger as it slid in alongside the first one on its way in. I was scared of pain, but there was none, just pressure and pleasure, nothing else. I could not hold it anymore and emitted another moan. I expected her to stop and was almost ready to give her the words she wanted, but she let it slide this time, just smiled at me and went on with her slow exploration.
Another drop of lube, another quarter inch of intrusion... My rock hard cock jumped as she curled her fingers and pressed up. Prostate! Yes, I knew what it was, even tried to find it a time or two, but somehow I never succeeded, but she hit it on the first try.
Jenny saw my reaction, eased the pressure and stopped any movement.
