Like all married couples, my husband and I frequently find ourselves in a rut, sexually, and are always looking for new avenues to explore to break up the monotony. He is enthusiastic, but he just lacks in creativity. So I am usually the one to think up new sexual adventures. I don't mind, but sometimes I just wish he'd surprise ME with something totally new, and erotic, maybe a little bit naughty. Well....maybe a LOT naughty!
Last weekend, he gave me the surprise of our married lives! He had been spending what seemed like a lot of extra time fooling around in his work shop, which is a separate little building apart from the house. Last Saturday afternoon, he was in that work shop AGAIN, while I weeded the flower beds. He called me to come into the shed. I walked up the path and into the shed. He met me at the door, took me by the hand, and led me to what looked like a swing, only adult-sized, suspended from a large hook mounted into the ceiling. He turned me and pushed me backwards into the swing, grabbed my wrists, snapped black leather cuffs on them, and before I realized what he was doing, he had clipped the cuffs to a hook high over my head! I could only gasp and stare at him.
Hanging from each corner of the ceiling was a noose made from nylon rope. He slipped one loop around my foot, over my knee, then tightened the rope so that my knee was pulled up and out. He did the same to my other leg with the other rope noose. My legs were spread very wide apart. He looked down at me with a grin, turned to his tool bench and came back with a pair of hand-held grass cutters, the ones with long, sharp, scissoring blades. He started at the bottom of my t-shirt (fortunately, it was an old one!) and he snipped slowly up, up, up the front of the shirt until it fell open, exposing my bare breasts. I hadn't worn a bra that day. I felt the cold blades on my shoulders, cutting the sleeves, until they, too, fell apart. He pulled the shirt away and threw it to the floor. My heart was beating quickly and my nipples were stiff with excitement. He teased them with the cold steel tips of the grass cutters, delightful little sharp pricks, and they puckered even tighter.
Then I felt the cold blades on my thigh as he began to cut off my shorts, slowly slicing up to my crotch, which had begun to feel warmer. A few more snips and the shorts were gone, leaving only my silky panties. My legs were held so widely apart by the ropes that the clipper blades slipped easily under the elastic, against my swollen labia. A couple more snips and my ruined panties were lying on top of the heap of clothing, and I was suspended, naked and spread-eagled!
His excitement was apparent by the bulge in the front of his baggy shorts, but he didn't say anything. He picked up an oil can and put it to my lips. I pursed my lips, wide-eyed, and pulled back, protesting. He grabbed the front of my hair to hold my head still, and squirted. It was chocolate syrup! I laughed and opened my mouth, and he let the wonderful sweet drops fall onto my tongue. He also "oiled" my nipples and then sucked the stickiness off greedily. My head fell back with delight, and it was frustrating not to be able to grab his head and force him to take more of my breast into his mouth as he sucked. He continued to dribble the chocolate syrup down my tummy, into my belly button, and lower still. His tongue left a trail of its own as it licked the sweet syrup. He straightened, took a step back, and then sent several strong blasts of the sticky brown liquid straight into my pussy! I jumped involuntarily as each stream hit, because it stung just a tiny bit as it made sudden contact with my sensitive skin. He then dove in and devoured the chocolate, slurping and sucking as I squealed and squirmed around in my sling.
