Slap, "Oh god, please sir more, I've been really bad..." Slap, "Oh fuck, I can feel that in my clit, I'm going to cum, ahhhhhhh..." Slap. "Ohhh fuck, ahhh, I'm cumming..." This was a scene from last Saturday night and certainly not the first time I laid hands on my wife's pert ass. So, how does a boring thirty something couple go from occasional missionary to mind bending bdsm inspired orgasms? To better answer that question, let's hit the wayback machine to early last year and a semi drunken conversation with my lovely wife.
"You know babes, sometimes I think I would like it if we played a little rougher in bed, you know, maybe with spanks and stuff, I'm a tough bitch you know, I can take it..." Shared Jennifer in a slurry drunken voice. I listened intently, not quite as drunk and even less so as my wife poured out her innermost and wildly unexpected sexual desires.
Before that moment we were fairly typical in bed, we both loved oral, but much of our spicey time was in your standard missionary position. After that conversation I realized vanilla would no longer be enough for us and I pulled Jennifer over my knee, pushed her skirt up and spanked her right butt cheek before she could come to her senses. She moaned and threw her head back. I waited a moment, staring at her perfect ass. "More baby, that made me tingle in special places." I put another handprint on her ass and was rewarded with another delicious moan. The groaning coming from my prone wife was like no sound she had ever made in our bedroom and at that moment in time, I knew we had kicked down a door to an alternative sex life.
That evening ended with Jennifer screaming through several orgasms and then dropping to her knees and giving me the most enthusiastic blow job of our lives as well as swallowing for the first time in our marriage before passing out cold. It was like a simple spank had unlocked an alternative personality.
The next morning I was woken up by her warm hand on my cock as she nestled into my neck with her lips. "That was so hot baby, my body is still tingling, thank you for indulging me and for the record, you can do that more if you like." Said Jen in a breathy voice that made me even harder. Her small hand continued to stroke me and something snapped in my head. I rolled over and pushed Jen's face into the bed, propping her up on her knees and pushing her ass up. She quietly moaned, grabbing fists full of sheets as I rubbed her ass and very wet pussy. Shortly after I was inside her and while holding her rounded hips, fucked her harder than I had ever fucked anyone in my life. Slamming my body into hers and giving her a subtle upstroke as I bottomed out making sure I made full contact with her clit. Her body shuddered and twisted through two orgasms before I dumped a massive load in her pussy and we both crashed into the bed.
Doggystyle was a rarity for us, but I felt it may not be, going forward. The rest of that weekend was spent fucking like horny teenagers and in a moment of pure inspiration I grabbed the belt out of Jen's robe and tied her hands behind her back. Her eyes widened and her nipples became visibly harder. "What are you going to do to me sir?" She asked in her best pornstar voice.
I wove my fingers through the hair on the back of her head and guided her to her knees. Jen's eyes flashed with a sexuality I had never seen before as she went face to face with my now throbbing cock. "Do you want me to suck your dick sir? Would you like to cum in my mouth while I'm helpless on my knee..." Jen didn't finish the sentence as I guided her mouth over my cock and she started sucking like she was possessed. I kept my hand in her hair and thrust into her mouth as she flailed on her knees. Eyes watering, she never backed off and ten minutes later I dumped a load down her throat. Jen swallowed in giant gulps as my cock shot its final salvo into her mouth. She took a provocative lick across the underside of the head and looked up at me with those eyes. "That was so fucking hot. I can't believe what a slut I am, helpless, on my knees with a cock stuffed down my throat and I'm so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs." Panted Jen.
My hand still in her hair, I pulled her up and threw her on the bed. She landed on her back with a small bounce. I dove face first into her wetness, my hands on her thighs pushing them apart. My mouth found her hard clit and I added a little suction to fully expose all the nerve endings. I flicked my tongue back and forth until she screamed through the first orgasm of the evening. Jen's head thrashed side to side as my hands forced her thighs to stay open and my mouth stayed connected to her pulsing clit. By orgasm three she was covered in a sheen of sweat and begging me to stop as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Fuck, I'm too sensitive, please stop, I can't take another orgasm, ahhhhhhhhh.." Screamed Jen through O number four. Her body soon went limp, I untied her and covered her still form, leaving a tender kiss on her sweaty forehead.
After that weekend we almost never had normal sex. In fact by the following week we were already exchanging links to bondage benches, leather cuffs and countless toys. Jen confessed she consumed smutty literature on the regular and it had always made her wet when the hero took the heroine with force. "I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated to the thought of being fucked while I was tied up. Something about the complete release of responsibility turns me on, in a special way." Confessed Jennifer with shy eyes.
The inverse had a similar effect on me and I shared that the image of a helpless woman, maybe even fighting against her bonds made me rock hard. We kissed hard and that afternoon visited our first "adult" store. We shopped like addicts behind the counter at a drugstore and left with leather cuffs, butt plugs, various vibrators and a surprise request from Jen, a red ball gag. Pretty sure we both could have cum on the spot as we dropped into the car seats for the ride home. In fact, Jen clearly hoped to do exactly that as she plopped batteries in a small vibe and pushed it against her clit. "Fuck, I'm so wet, can you do me really hard as soon as we get home?" asked Jen with half closed eyes as she neared orgasm.
I pulled the vibe out of her hand and her eyes shot open. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, but you need to know that you are not allowed to cum this weekend unless you ask me for it." I explained in a stern tone. Jen immediately picked up on the game and begged me to let her cum for the balance of the ride home. She walked through various scenarios that involved her sucking me off, putting a plug in her own ass and even letting me cum on her face as we made our way through traffic. A stern look on my end left her panting, but clear she would not be cumming just yet and she spent the rest of the ride rubbing my cock through my pants and telling me she would do whatever I wanted.
Once home, I pulled into the garage and closed it. Walking around I opened Jens door and helped her out with one hand and slid the other under her short dress. She was indeed soaked and I explained she would be stripping right here in the garage. She moaned and pulled her dress over her head exposing a matched bra and panty set. It was summer, so her clothes were light and frilly. I unsnapped her bra and pulled her panties down. Pushing a few fingers into her wet center I explained that I would be locking leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles and that she was to go into the house and find her sexiest heels before returning to the living room.
Jen soon pranced off, the locks on her cuffs letting off a jingle that I would forever relate to intense sex. I grabbed a beverage and sat down in my favorite chair. Jen returned ten minutes later, her makeup now a bit darker and wearing black stilettos with thin ankle straps. She strutted into the room, eyes down, but with an air of confidence. Damn, this woman was exceptionally hot. Using her hair as a handle, I guided her to her knees and bent her over our coffee table. The cuffs were connected to the far legs and I added a few handprints to her upturned ass. Jen yelped.
"It's time to pay the piper Jennifer, we're now going to introduce your little ass to a new friend. She groaned. Pulling the newly purchased lube out of the bag, I applied a generous amount to my fingers and swirled them around her exposed asshole. Jen's head shot up, but she did not voice a protest. "That's quite a new sensation isn't it baby, you've said no to butt stuff for years, but here you are on your knees and bound, not much choice but to take whatever is to come." I said in a demanding tone as my lubed finger slowly pushed through her tight bottom. Jen grunted more and then visibly relaxed. I took that as a sign, added more lube and a second finger as well as using my other hand to circle her now distended clit.
