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.
