[Please read "Leaving the Navy" posted in Group Sex. It will give you the background on this unusual family beginning. This is an exploration of a direction the story could/should have taken. This chapter delves into some bondage as well as oral, coitus and mf, ff, and fmf. Therefore, it is in the BDSM posting area. At my HMO they ask about the pain level, so in this story the pain level never gets above a five for anyone inside the story.]
Sandra drove us home. She drove because I had never been there. We had been married all of five days and they had been spent in Pensacola Florida. Sandra had a cousin who lived in Pensacola and she hadn't seen her cousin in fifteen years, so that's where we went to get married and visit Carol.
We got married on Monday. The Chaplin on the Navy base did the honors for us and the Navy supplied a few witnesses for us. Afterwards we had a nice meal in the enlisted club on the base. Being retired military does have some perks. We stayed in a hotel near the water Monday night and ate our first married supper together in a really nice sea food restaurant. I bought Sandra a dress and shoes for the ceremony and bought myself a nice almost-dressed-up outfit as well. Sandra picked out both sets of clothes.
From the campground where we left Sandra's sisters and kids to Pensacola we had talked. I had lots of questions about what I had chosen and how I would fit in.
We both knew that when we got home the discussions would need to happen again. Sandra kept looking at am and asking, "Are you sure about this?"
Finally, I stopped her and said, "If you keep asking if I'm sure, I won't be. The little bit of time I've spent with all of you has me convinced I am doing the right thing. I found it easy to love all of you. Easy to be with you, your sisters, Mark, Jim, and all the other kids. The fact that you opened to me says something to me that is pretty powerful. You've all been burned before."
She moved in close, kissed me and the question stopped being asked.
The day after we got married I met her cousin Carol and Carol's husband Mike. Sandra had called Carol as we drove to Pensacola so our arrival was anticipated. Mike took me aside and asked if I knew about the family, or was I thinking I could take Sandra away from her sisters. I let him know that I planned to live in the middle house between the sisters and help raise the kids. He shook his head and said, "I couldn't do it, but if you're willing, more power to ya."
They took us out to a nice dinner and we went back to our hotel for another night of fun.
Sandra was fun in our room. She walked in, looked around and started undressing. When she was nude she turned on the TV, found the cable channels for music and picked the one that played soft, slow music we could dance to. She helped me undress and we danced. The room was a little crowded for dancing but we managed. I loved the feel of her breasts pressed high on my chest, the warmth of her skin against mine and the frequency that her lips found mine as we danced. At the end of a song she broke away from me and dialed room service. She ordered a pitcher of iced tea and some cookies.
"When the knock comes, are you answering the door?" I asked.
"Sure. Whoever the delivery comes from can have a cheap thrill! I just hope they don't drop the iced tea."
We danced another entire tune before the knock came. She let go of me and asked, "Who is it?"
A young male voice said, "Room service."
She unlocked the door and slowly opened it. She looked around the door and asked, "How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Ok." With that she opened the door and took the tray from the shocked young man. She brought it in and put it on the bed. She went back to the young man, signed for the food and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you very much!" They both said, then laughed. As she closed the door his face was bright red.
"That story will last years in his life." I said.
"Probably. Young guys should have sexy experiences to open up their lives."
"What about older guys like me?"
"What kind of sexy experience would you like to have?"
"Oh, now let me think. How about the experience of loving you again?"
"I like how that sounds."
I moved the iced tea and cookies to the table and put Sandra on the bed. We had joined before and every time was still an exploration of what we both liked and what lit our fires in different ways.
I got a little bottle of lotion from the bathroom and spread it on her back and ass. For the next half an hour I massaged her back, ass and legs. When I approached her pussy as I worked her legs, she spread them a little. I took that as an invitation and touched her pussy a little with every opportunity.
When my hands worked up her back towards her shoulders I straddled her upper thighs, resting my cock between her legs and touching her pussy. She moaned as I pressed down on her back with my hands and massaged the lotion into her skin.
Sandra's skin was nearly without blemish or mole. She was well muscled and while not thin she wasn't carrying around much excess either. All in all she was a very healthy woman. Until we filled out the papers for marriage I didn't know how old she was. She was thirty-eight. Two years younger than me.
I rolled her over and started work on her chest. Starting at her shoulders I worked the lotion into her skin along her shoulders, down both sides and onto her belly. Not at all flabby I could feel the strength and vitality of her stomach muscles. My hands spread lotion onto her breasts and I spent lots of time making sure they were well cared for. She kept her eyes closed for most of the massage but when my hands held her breasts she opened her eyes and watched.
"Nick, I love having my breasts mauled. Squeeze them hard. Pull on them. Twist them. Pull on my nipples! Hard enough that you think it will hurt me. I will love it! All the better if you do it while you are inside me."
She opened her legs and I moved to enter her. She guided my bare cock into her. From the time we left the campground she told me we didn't need condoms anymore. None of the three sisters could get pregnant again so the condoms were about protections from STD's. I loved how her insides felt as I slid into her. With some women the feeling is that they are wet. Sandra was slippery, hot and slippery.
As I slid in and back out of her I held her tits. I squeezed and she smiled.
"Squeeze tighter."
I encircled her right breast with both hands, right where her tit met her chest, and squeezed. The breast tightened and started looking swollen. I pumped into her and she moaned. I held on and saw her nipple swell and look inviting. I bent to it and sucked hard on the nipple without letting go with my hands. She moaned loudly and held my head to her breast with her hands.
"Oh Nick! That's what I'm talking about! Suck me!"
I did. My cock pistoned in and out as I sucked her tit. I was also pushing down on her chest, using my hands to support my upper body. We thrashed around like that for long minutes until she started shaking and saying, "Here I cum! Pound into my pussy, Nick! Suck me!"
I felt my own juices pulse into her as she screamed and arched her back. It was wonderful. I let go of her tit and she moaned again. She rolled me onto my back and kept me inside her. We kissed a hundred times and then I fell asleep. When I started to wake up I heard her soft voice. She was talking to her sisters on the phone.
"We did good. He's so good to me. Yes! He's been asking lots of questions about his role in the family and how to be good for the kids. He really likes Jim and Krystn and wants them to do well." She paused and then I heard, "I love what he does to my body! Just a while ago he gave me a massage! When he does you, you will melt!" She paused again. "I don't know. Maybe I'll ask him to tie me up and see how he does. God, what if he ties up my tits! I will cum a hundred times!"
I felt my cock starting to respond to what I heard. I turned, as if in my sleep, so my growing hard on wasn't as evident.
"He's starting to wake up. See you in a few days. I love you." I heard the phone hang up.
Sandra snuggled against me and we both snoozed for a few more minutes.
We walked on the beach that late afternoon, holding hands and talking. On the way back we ate dinner and then walked to the hotel. I saw a hardware store and asked Sandra to wait outside while I went in. She sat at a bus bench in front of the store.
Inside I bought twenty-five feet of soft cotton rope and a package of plastic clothespins. The salesperson put them in a black plastic bag and I walked out. Sandra asked what I bought and I said, "A surprise for later."
When we got back to the room Sandra stripped and I had her stand beside the bed. I took a pillowcase off a pillow and asked her if she would play a game with me. She said yes.
I put the pillowcase over her head, then I shut off the room lights. The only light in the room came in through the window and through the curtains. The room was barely light at all. I stood in front of her and asked, "What can you see?"
She turned her head right, then left and said, "The inside of the pillowcase."
"Good. I have something I need to do for the next few minutes. I'll turn on the music and you can sit there on the bed. Ok?"
"Yes, Nick."
From my suitcase I got my pocket knife and I cut the rope into four pieces three feet long. I thought about it and cut another two pieces four feet long. I opened the package of clothes pins and tested the strength of one by putting it on my own nipple. It hurt but wasn't unbearable.
"Sandra, please stand."
She stood.
"Please put your hands behind you, wrists together."
She did as I asked. I stepped behind her, moved her hands so her forearms were together with a hand at each elbow. I wrapped a three foot length of rope around each wrist and the forearm, tight enough to hold but not tight enough to hurt. I used a four foot rope to bind her ankles together.
"What are you doing to me?"
I lifted the pillowcase from her head and said, "When I held your breast a while ago I got the idea that you liked being held, tightly. Now you are being held and I can bring you some new pleasures, if you would like."
"How did you know?" Her voice was a whisper. Her eyes were wide.
"I listened to your phone call."
She didn't speak. In the darkened room, I still saw her blush.
I picked up a three foot rope. "Please bend at the waist."
"Yes, Nick."
I sat on the floor slightly to her side and wrapped the rope around her hanging breast. Six rounds and a knot to hold it secure. Her breast looked like it had when I held it with my hands.
With the other rope I secured her other breast.
"Stand back up, please."
Her tits stuck straight out from her chest and her nipples were bulging.
"How does that feel, Sandra?"
"They tingle. When I breathe I can feel the skin pulling and they are getting more sensitive. I'm dripping."
I got a towel from the bathroom and threw it on the floor. I hugged her and picked her up, moving her onto the towel.
"The towel will catch any drips. I'm going to do some things and I want you to tell me how they feel. Ok?"
"Yes, Nick."
"Has anyone bound you like this before?"
"Yes, Nick, Della."
"You liked it when she did this?"
"Yes! I love it!"
"What did she do to your tits after they were bound?"
"Sometimes she slaps them."
"The whole thing or just your nipples?"
