My beautiful wife lay naked on the hotel bed. Her pretty green eyes were hidden from view by a blindfold and her strong, sinewy arms and muscular, runners legs were securely bound to the four corners of the bed leaving her helpless and at my mercy as I stood fully clothed in a tight teeshirt and a pair of jeans beside her.
I ran my hand down the soft, silky flesh of her arm sending shivers down her spine and making her squirm excitedly. My fingers tweaked her nipples, bringing them both to a firm point before I secured a pair of clamps onto them both and attached a chain between them.
A soft moan spilled from her trembling lips and the rich scent of her arousal wafted up from between her splayed thighs. Her ass squirmed on the bed betraying the depths of her excitement as she chewed excitedly on her bottom lips. We had started dabbling in BDSM early in our relationship. We both identified as switch and at first she had often assumed the dominant role while I preferred being her submissive but in recent months she had tended to take a more submissive role with me as her dominant. It was an unfamiliar role at first despite my naturally dominant personality. I had been raised to respect and cherish women, but the more I learned about the Dominant/Submissive relationship the easier it became to dominate the woman that I loved.
My fingers slid down from her big, natural d cup tits across her flat stomach. I traced the outline of the tattoo around her navel and another low moan filled the air. Her back arched, silently pleading for me to touch her molten sex but instead I skipped over her needy cunt and gently caressed her inner thigh, teasing her and making her whimper like an excited puppy. I looked at her collar, pink leather with diamond studs and a circular metal hoop in front, and I smiled. I had bought her the collar shortly after we had gotten.back together after several years apart. It was a symbol of my love and adoration for her and all that we shared. I had never believed in soulmates or destiny before we met but the signs of their existence had been too great to ignore.
I slid my fingers across the slick wet folds of her delicious pussy and a deep guttural moan slipped from her soft, full lips. I could tell that her body, curvy yet athletic, was on fire and my cock strained against the crotch of my jeans.
"You're very wet my Pet," I said, dipping two fingers into her tight canal and soaking them in her juices. I had forbid her to speak and an excited whimper filled the air as I curled my fingers until I felt the soft sponginess of her gspot under my fingertips. I rubbed her gspot and with my free hand I stroked her hard, swollen clit in small circular motions driving her wild. Her hips bucked and she twisted and writhed within the confines of her bounds. Her breathing labored as her climax approached but just before she reached the crescendo I stopped and pulled my soaking wet hand from her eager hole making her groan with disappointment. Her bottom lips curled into her mouth and she sucked, frustrated and disappointed, as her breathing slowed and her heart rate returned to normal.
"Did you think that I would let you cum so soon?" I teased as I brought my wet fingers to her soft lips and rubbed her juices across her lips before pushing them into her warm, hungry mouth. She loved the taste of her juices and while she often fantasized about being with a woman she had yet to go down on one, much to her despair.
She shook her head "no," and sucked hungrily on my fingers, her tongue swirling around them as she savored the taste of her pussy until I pulled my hand from her lips and walked across the room to our box of toys. I pulled a big lifelike vibrating dildo from the box and walked back to my beautiful wife. She lay totally still and I could tell by her expression that she was trying to figure out what I would do next. I imagined the myriad of things running through her dirty little head and they all excited me. Sexually we were as perfectly matched as possible. In fact we were very alike in almost every way and while that sometimes made our relationship difficult it was always interesting and rewarding.
I stood silently beside her and watched her squirm. The big dildo felt good in my hand and I gripped it's thick, veiny shaft wondering what it would be like to hold another man's cock in my hand. Like my wife I was bisexual and also like her I had never had a real, all the way, bisexual experience. It had taken a while for me to accept that I wanted to experience bisex. I was almost 40 when I had the epiphany, but once I had accepted my sexual proclivities bisex had become a frequent role play fantasy for us both. I wrapped my lips around the big latex cock and let them slide down its shaft. I could take about 3/4 of the ten inch monster into my throat and it felt so deliciously wicked to deep throat the fat cock with my wife tied helplessly to the bed unaware of what I was doing. I pulled the dildo from my lips and looked at it for a moment. It was long and straight and it glistened with my saliva.
"Are you ready for more Pet?" I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. I rubbed the smooth head of the dildo across her engorged labia and flicked it on making it hum loudly. Her gorgeous ass wiggled, pleading for me to fuck her with the big toy. It was both longer and thicker than my slightly bigger than average cock and I knew that she loved the way it stretched her hole.
She parted her legs even wider silently urging me to fill her with the plastic monster. Her chest heaved and her cheeks flushed with excitement as I pushed the vibrating shaft deep inside her until she had the full ten inches buried in her frothy hole.
I bent down and flicked my tongue across her clit making her moan like a bitch in heat. We often fantasized about having a threesome where another man fucked her while I licked her clit and unbeknownst to her I was prepared to fulfill that fantasy that night. I flicked my tongue across her hard clit, again bringing her to the brink of a blissful release before stopping my clitoral stimulation cold leaving her an excited whimpering mess.
I stood up and adjusted my rigid cock in my jeans. The delicious smell and taste of her pussy was fresh on my lips as I walked to the door. The vibrating dildo was still humming inside her keeping her on the edge as I gripped the cold metal door handle.
