Rise and Shine

(This is the twenty-third story in a series about the sexual journey of a woman with near insatiable needs. Some of the previous stories are referred to in this one. Enjoy.)

I slowly swim up to consciousness out of a deep, dreamless sleep. Morning light filters through the window opposite the bed. I am barely awake, but my body is already aroused. I look down at the top of my husband's head between my legs and smile.

He is licking my pussy juices, up and down, and my excitement builds. I raise my knees to give him better access to my sex. He pushes his tongue deep into my moist hole, and I push my hips up to meet him. God, it feels good. I put my hand lightly on top of his head, guiding him, and he responds by nibbling on my swollen bud. My other hand goes to my breast and I play with my erect nipple, twisting and pulling. My hips are moving without conscious thought. When he licks and sucks my clit, I arch my back and push down on his head. Fuck, fuck, I'm not even fully awake and I am about to cum. When I moan, he pushes my thighs farther apart and circles my engorged bud with his tongue, and I am quickly over the edge. I cry out and thrash and shake and wonder how I am so lucky to have this man in my bed.

I want to take him in my arms in a long, loving hug, but he quickly flips me over on my front and pushes my torso down to the bed. He pulls my hips up, keeping my legs spread and my ass in the air. He pushes his thick cock into my wet hole and starts to pump. He usually starts with slow, steady strokes, but now he is thrusting deep into me, hard and fast. He keeps me pinned to the bed with one hand while reaching around under me with his other hand to finger my slippery clit. I feel another orgasm building, and I try and push back onto his cock. He keeps fucking me with a fury, taking me from behind, and I surrender to his need. He cums with a roar, his cock thrusting into my creamy cunt, his fingers a blur on my clit, and I groan and cum again, my body trembling as the heat and fire pulses inside me.

Finally my husband pulls out of me and flops on the bed beside me.

"Rise and shine, my love." He looks at me with a wolfish grin.

I look down at his still swollen shaft and smile. That is exactly what his cock has done, and he laughs, knowing what I am thinking. He strokes my clit gently, then climbs off the bed and heads for the bathroom. I lie on the bed for a few moments in the afterglow of orgasm, and then follow him. When we are finished, he heads for the door.

"I need coffee," he says, then turns to me and adds, "Don't put anything on."

I go back into the bedroom and look at myself in the full-length mirror. The marks on my legs and ass and breasts from my session with the dominatrix in the oceanfront house several weeks ago have long since disappeared. But I can't help but wonder if my husband's performance this morning is a result of his lingering resentment at my occasional need to be dominated by strangers. We haven't really spoken of it since that last time, but perhaps we should. I turn and head down the stairs to the kitchen.

When I get there, a mug of steaming hot coffee is waiting for me on counter. I pick it up and glance out to the covered porch in the back, where I see my husband. I walk out the sliding glass door into the warm morning air and join him at the table. Our back yard is totally private and not visible from the neighboring houses, and in fact we have made love out here a number of times. Once I even tied him to hooks in the ceiling and teased him at length before allowing him to fuck me repeatedly on the chaise. I smile at the memory as I sit down.

"God I love sex in the morning!" He leers at my naked body as I take my first sip of coffee.

"Apparently," I respond, a touch of sarcasm in my voice. "You've never woken me up like that before."

"I know. Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course. It's just..." I hesitate, and his look turns serious.

"What?"

"I detected a note of...what, maybe anger? In the way you took me."

He looks away from me and out to the backyard.

"Yeah, maybe a little," he says softly.

"Maybe we should talk about it." I look at him closely. There is a long pause before he turns back to me and responds.

"Why do you still do it?"

Now it is my turn to gaze into the backyard.

"I'm not sure." I pause to think. "It's like a drug. I can't shake the addiction. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes the need...just overwhelms me and I can't resist the urge."

"But why?"

I take another sip of coffee and continue to look out to the back.

"I think it goes back to the first time I was ever bound. A woman I had never met tied me to my bed and teased and edged me without end. Then a man I never saw fucked me until I came. It was scary and strange and unbelievably thrilling. It made a lasting imprint on my sexuality. For awhile I couldn't get enough."

I look back at my husband, searching his face for a reaction, but he remains quiet.

"That awakening was why I became a submissive. And then a domme. I gave up the profession when I fell in love with you and we married, but the seed of that need to be dominated by strangers never went away."

He gazes back at me, his eyes traveling up and down my body. Then he looks into my eyes with concern.

"I wish you wouldn't do it anymore," his voice barely more than a whisper. "I don't want you to get hurt."

And I am suddenly overwhelmed by my profound feelings for this man whom I cherish and adore more than anyone else in the world. I lean forward and touch his leg.

"I know," I say softly. "I want to stop."

I can't bring myself to make a promise I'm not sure I can keep, but my sentiment is genuine. I do want to stop. I look at him with a love so deep and intense that tears form at the corner of my eyes. He returns the look, but there is a touch of lust there as well.

"Let's go take a shower," he says, a big smile on his face. I return his smile, pretty sure that he has more than cleanliness in mind.

We get up and go back into the kitchen, putting our mugs on the counter. He turns to me, his look of lust unabated.

"I want you to do everything I say." His voice is low and demanding. He nods toward the stairs.

"Yes, darling." I give him my most demure look, then glance down at his cock. When I reach out to touch it, he pushes my hand away.

"Not yet. Upstairs, now. And put your hands behind your head."

I do what he says. As I climb the stairs to our bedroom, I can feel his eyes boring into my backside. I am sure he is ogling my ass and legs, and I wiggle my hips in acknowledgement, a small smile playing across my lips.

When we reach the bathroom, I stand by the window, my hands still clasped behind my head. My husband reaches into the large glass shower and turns on the water, fiddling with the controls. Then he turns to me.

"Get in. And keep your hands where they are."

I step into the shower and keep my gaze downcast. The position pulls my tits up, and my nipples stand at attention. He begins to soap me as the water pours over us, starting with my breasts and nipples and working his way down to my stomach and ass and legs. When his hands reach my pussy I moan deep in my throat. I rise up on my toes, stretching my already long legs. He moves to my side and puts two fingers in my pussy, then pokes a soapy finger into my puckered hole as well. I groan at the feeling of his fingers filling me in both holes. He pushes in and out of me in rhythmic strokes, fucking me with both hands, and when his thumb goes to my clit I gasp.

Then he pulls out of my ass and pushes me against the glass. Keeping two fingers in my pussy, he twists and pulls my sensitive nipples with his free hand. Then he leans forward and kisses me, hard, his tongue everywhere in my mouth. I groan again and put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He continues to fuck me with his fingers and his tongue, and I lift one leg to give him better access to my pussy. Then he starts to finger my clit, and I am nearly there, the slow build ready to crest. Oh god, I am so close. I close my eyes and try and focus on the pure sensuality of our wet bodies together, but my needy clit demands attention, and I am suddenly over the edge, shuddering and crying out as the orgasm washes through me until my legs go limp and I sag against the glass.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I whimper, finally opening my eyes.

My husband is staring hard at me, his eyes bright, his cock hard and eager for attention. He turns the water off and we get out of the shower. We towel each other off, our hands all over each other. We are barely dry when he indicates the door to the bedroom with a nod of his head.

"Get up on the bed," he says with a husky voice.

He swats my ass when I am slow to comply, and I quickly clamber onto the bed and lay in the center on my back. He swiftly ties my wrists to the corners of the headboard and puts a pillow under my head. He leaves my legs free, but he puts two more pillows under my ass, pushing my dripping pussy into the air. Still in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, I take a deep breath and wait for him to take me again.

And I don't have to wait long. He is on top of me with a vengeance, plunging his raging hard-on into me without preamble. He is taking possession of me, I know, and I willingly submit to his desperate need. This is about his pleasure, not mine. He fucks me hard and fast, thrusting deep into my womb, his breathing rapid and shallow. He stares at me for a moment, his eyes wide, then he bends down and kisses me, his tongue again ravaging my mouth. When I wrap my legs around his body and pull him even deeper into me, he yells and cums hard, his throbbing cock shooting thick ropes of jism deep into my core. I want to wrap my arms around him and hug him, but my wrists are tied, so I squeeze him as hard as I can with my legs. When he finally stops cumming, he looks at me, a crazed look still in his eyes. I gaze back with love.

"God," he says, "I can't get enough of you."

"My body belongs to you," I say softly. "I belong to you."

He looks at me for a long moment.

"I know," he says, a lascivious grin on his face. "I'm going to play with you and tease you until you beg for mercy."

I moan softly and watch him climb down off the bed. He moves to the foot of the bed and ties my ankles to the bedposts, stretching me taut, my hips still raised on the pillows under my ass. Then he glances at the drawer next to the bed.

"No toys," I whisper plaintively. "Just use your fingers and tongue and cock on me."

He hesitates for a moment, then nods and climbs back up on the bed. He leans down and puts his mouth on mine, a long, lingering, soft and sensuous kiss with none of the frenzy of before. When his hand wanders down between my legs and strokes my slick pussy lips and slippery clit, I moan into his mouth and raise my hips, my body instantly aroused. He continues to kiss and stroke me, playing me like a fine instrument, and my pleasure builds. When he finally pulls away I groan softly and close my eyes.

He shifts on the bed and begins to play with my nipples, fingering them lightly, touching just the tips. He bends down and kisses first one, then the other, taking them into his mouth, licking and sucking until he elicits another moan from me. He takes one between his teeth and bites gently, and my mouth opens. His hand wanders to my clit again and he rubs my engorged bud, still biting my nipple. My breathing quickens and my body begins to undulate and move under his touch. It has been a long while since he has tied me spread eagle, but it is obvious he has not forgotten how to keep me on edge. When I shudder, he sits up and gives me a broad smile.

Then he moves between my legs and puts his tongue into my pussy. He licks my swollen lips, his tongue flicking between the folds. He continues to lick and suck while reaching up with both hands and pulling on my sensitive nipples. When he twists and pinches them hard I cry out, my mind caught between the pain in my tits and the pleasure between my legs. When he starts to lick and suck my clit, I moan loudly, my mouth open, my breathing ragged. I can't keep my body still. I pull against the ropes, all my muscles taut, but the orgasm hovers just out of reach.

"Please," I whisper.

My husband sits up and looks at me.

"How hard do you want to cum?" he asks with a grin.

I stare at him with eyes wide. When I don't respond, he gets up off the bed and opens the drawer. Before he even pulls it out I know which toy he will select, and I groan as the memory floods back. The dominatrix at the oceanfront house used a clit vibrator on me that sent pulses deep into my throbbing bud, and the powerful sensations were overwhelming. My husband returns to the bed and holds it up for me to see. I stare at it for a moment, then squeeze my eyes shut, my body quivering in anticipation.

But instead of putting it on my engorged clit, he puts the hollow tip over my erect nipple. When he thumbs the toy on, I jerk in my bonds, the pulsing sensations shooting straight to my groin. He increases the pulses, and I tug against the restraints, every muscle straining. Then he moves it to the other nipple, the vibrations increasing my arousal. I have always been multi-orgasmic, but I have never cum from nipple stimulation alone. Perhaps this is the time. Fuck, it feels so good. I arch my back, trying to push my tit into the vibrating toy, but my husband pulls it away. I open my eyes in a silent plea, breathing heavily. Please don't stop, oh god, please.

"Are you having fun yet?" My husband's smile is more of a smirk.

"Yes," I whimper, "make me cum. Please."

He holds the vibrator above my clit, making me wait. I moan and push my hips up, but I can't reach it. He turns it off and stares hard at me before putting it on my throbbing bud. I push up again, arching my back, but he just holds it there, teasing me. When he finally turns it on, the pulses make me jump and jerk, and I pull hard against the ropes. Fuck, yes, I'm going to cum again, I'm so close. And then he pulls it away, and I hang on the edge, panting and moaning. He puts it back on me, and the orgasm builds anew, but he pulls it away. He keeps it up, on and off, the pulsing toy teasing my throbbing clit. My legs start to shake, my mouth open wide. I can barely breathe. My whole world shrinks to my needy clit. It is both agony and ecstasy, the denial of pleasure the ultimate torture. Oh god, oh fuck, I am so turned on...

And then my world explodes. The orgasm crashes through me, by far the strongest of the morning, and I scream and thrash and spasm and scream again, wave after wave of pleasure filling every part of my body. I can't see, I can't think, I can only feel. I cum and cum again and keep cumming until my husband finally takes pity on me and pulls the vibrator away. It takes a long time for my body to stop shaking. When I finally open my eyes, my husband is looking at me with wonder.

"Wow," he says. "That was...that was beautiful."

"Fuck," I whisper, "yes, wow."

I look at the person I love most in the world. "It's my turn. Let me tie you up."

When he doesn't respond, I add, "I want to be on top."

He pauses for a moment, seeming to think about it, and then we quickly trade places. Now he is the one tied spread eagle on the bed, and I gaze down at his still swollen cock. He has already cum twice this morning, and I'm not sure I can make him climax again. But he has just watched me have an awe-inspiring orgasm, so perhaps there is a chance...

I sit on the side of the bed and bend down to give him a soft kiss. My hand lightly grazes his nipples, then slides down to caress his cock. My fingers move lightly over his balls, and he squirms under my touch. I continue to kiss and touch him with a feather light touch until he moans softly. When I feel his cock swell in my hand, I raise up and give him a broad smile, then move down between his legs on my knees, my mouth hovering over him. I gaze up, my face all innocent and pure, and he stares back at me and raises his hips to reach my mouth. I stroke his swelling member with both hands, then take the head of his cock in my mouth. I squeeze the base with one hand and lightly lick and suck all around the head, his thick cock hardening under my touch. I keep it up until he moans again and moves under me.

When he is fully erect, I crawl up and straddle him, my pussy and clit rubbing against him. I bend down and offer him my breasts, and he eagerly licks and sucks my swollen nipples. I arch my back, pushing down on his cock with my pussy, and he raises his hips to meet me. When he groans, I lean down and give him a long, passionate kiss, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. He keeps moving under me, but I won't let his hard cock enter my wet hole. Finally I end the kiss and look down at him. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, and he is panting heavily. He is close, and it is time to finish him off.

I move back down and kneel between his legs. I squeeze the base of his throbbing shaft and watch the blood pulse. When I lick his cock all the way from base to tip, first one side, then the other, he groans loudly. I lick and suck the head, still holding him tightly, until his body begins to tremble and shake. When I let go for a moment, he groans again.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck." His voice is shaky and hoarse.

He looks down at me, his eyes pleading, and I gaze back at him and slowly lick my lips. Then I take all of his engorged cock in my mouth, deep throating him until he is jerking and thrashing in his bonds. I hold him deep inside my mouth for a long moment, then move up and down as hard and fast as I can until he crashes over the edge, screaming and thrusting and shooting his cum deep into my throat in a furious frenzy. I happily swallow every drop. When he finally stops shaking, I sit up, gaze down at his magnificent cock, and grin broadly.

"Rise and shine, indeed."