Thank you for all the feedback on Part 1 ... here's a new story of David and Christy, for those who said they'd like to hear more!
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The dishes in the sink aren't going to clean themselves, I think to myself with a sigh.
David and I had had a group of friends over for dinner the night before. The talking and laughing - and wine drinking - had gone on so late, that I didn't have the energy to do a single thing after everyone left. I'd just stacked everything to the side of the sink, and carried myself off to bed. Poor David had indulged in a few too many glasses of wine and was torn between needing to sleep and wanting to make love to me.
Sleep won out. I didn't mind. We'd been having a pretty exciting time of it lately. After the "welcome home" surprise I'd given him after his last business trip a few weeks ago, we'd been pulling out the new toys every night or two. He was loving it and I was enthralled by his excitement and passion.
I stand at the sink, slowly washing glasses and plates and cutlery, thinking back on particular moments and scenes from the last few times we'd enjoyed ourselves. If someone had asked me a month ago if the image of my husband on his knees in front of me, ass lubed up and ready for my strapon toy, would arouse me, I'd have laughed and thought they were joking.
But it did arouse me. A lot. As my hands dip in and out of the soapy dishwater, I can't stop thinking about how much pleasure I've given him lately - and how much pleasure it gave me to be able to do so.
He'd made a joke the day before, as we were getting ready for our guests, that maybe I should consider tying him up to make sure he did just what I wanted him to. I had grinned and quirked my eyebrows.
"Hmm. Something to consider," I replied.
And that's where my mind was beginning to wander. What would it be like to tie his wrists to the corners of the bed posts? To spread his legs open with some soft silky rope tied around his ankles?
If he wasn't sleeping off the extra glasses of wine, I might just go in there and do it right now. At least he couldn't put up much of a fight in his current condition, I chuckle to myself.
I'm so deeply in my own imagination that I don't hear David until he's right behind me and I suddenly feel his big warm hands cupping my ass. I'd like to say I'm wearing something wildly sexy but I've got on a big t-shirt, which hangs just past my ass, and plain white panties. Still, it doesn't seem to be bothering David. He always did enjoy simple things.
"Good morning, baby," he says, nuzzing in at my neck, and squeezing harder at my ass.
"I'm surprised you're up," I reply. "I was going to let you sleep all day if you wanted to."
"How could I sleep all day, knowing you're in here half naked?" he says with a laugh in his voice.
I turn my head towards his, craning to see his face while keeping my wet hands in the sink.
"Well, you've got a point there. As it happens I was just pondering what I could do to you, totally naked in bed, in your weakened hangover state," I say and wink. "Figured I could maybe ... have you tied to the bed posts before you even knew what I was up to."
His face freezes, but his eyes tell the truth - they light up like fires. When I feel his cock press into my rear, its hard length pressing along my ass crack, I know for sure he's excited by the idea.
My hands have stopped washing, one plate still half in and half out of the water, my head turning to the side.
He kisses me, hard, pressing again with his hips so I can feel him.
"Funny," he says as his lips come away from mine. "It would seem you're the one in a slightly compromised position at the moment."
He nods towards my hands in the sink, noting the fact that I haven't been able to properly turn around or move my body.
I hadn't expected a turn of events like this, but I suddenly feel a pulse between my legs, a deep low throbbing hum in my abdomen.
I nod, slowly, eyes pinned on his.
"Yes," I say. "I think I am. Compromised, that is."
"Christy," he says. "You've been fucking the hell out of me for weeks. I need to have you, right now."
I nod, like I'm hypnotized. I pull my hands out of the water, dry them on a nearby cloth, and he immediately takes me by the hand and pulls me down the hall back to our bedroom.
Once inside, he starts kissing me again, passionately, his tongue practically fucking my mouth the way he'd flick and press and thrust his tongue into my pussy.
He grabs at the hem of my t-shirt, and yanks it up, tossing it aside. Next my panties, fast and quick, are pulled down my legs. He stands back a moment, looking at me. I may not have the perfect body but I know what he's thinking: perfect. In an instant, he's all over me, frantic, lips kissing along my neck, to my nipples, down my tummy, pushing my thighs to make me step wide enough to allow his face between my legs.
In a minute, I'm cumming hard, his tongue lapping between my pussy lips, his nose pressing against my clit. He's not holding back at all. He's wound up like a man who's been starving for weeks, months, years. I love the feel of his head between my legs, his moans trembling out through my pussy.
"Jesus, David! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I'm bucking and pressing into him now, cumming hard and fast. I can feel my wetness, so much of it now that half is slipping past his open mouth and dribbling along the insides of my thighs, on his cheeks, and chin.
Suddenly he's on his feet again and I can feel myself beginning to tremble, like my legs won't hold me for much longer.
"Get on the bed," he says. "On your tummy. Now."
I haven't heard his voice this dominant and intense in weeks. I'm so overwhelmed in my arousal that I don't even think twice about what he's said and immediately follow his instructions.
"So you thought about tieing me up?" he says. "You will, I need you to. But not right now. First I'm going to tie you up, so you know how it feels, what I want, what I need. I'm going to tie you up and I'm going to fuck your ass and I'm going to make you beg me to do it."
That freezes me for a second. Despite our recent forays into ass play with him, he's never tried to do the same to me, not in all the years we've been married. Sure, it came up as a topic a few times when we were younger but I'd always said no, I wasn't interested. I'd heard too many stories of how much it hurt from girlfriends, and couldn't even begin to imagine why anyone would want to. But now ... well, David enjoyed it a lot. More than I ever would have expected. If he did, wasn't there a good chance I would too? I am suddenly overwhelmed by the idea, so aroused I can feel my throbbing heart beat through my pussy. Involuntarily, my ass tightens up, my cheeks squeezing together.
David notices it immediately.
"Oh you like that idea? Good."
I don't respond. I am tongue-tied, suddenly desperate for him to start doing whatever he was going to do. I keep my eyes shut tight, and listen to him as he moves around the room.
Suddenly I feel him take one wrist and I look up to see him with a long length of black silk. He knots it around my wrist, and then pulls it snug to the bed post on the same side. He circles around the bed and repeats it on the second side.
The ties are snug but not uncomfortable. There's certainly no way I can get out of them, and I have limited movement, even with my legs free.
He climbs up on the bed behind me, and I feel his hands grip at my hips and pull me upwards.
"On your knees," he says.
My head has to stay low, turned to one side, to accomdate the tied wrists. My tits are pressed to the bed too, and only my tummy and ass are lifted up at an angle behind me.
I've been in this kind of position before, but not restrained. Suddenly I feel more exposed and naked than I ever have before.
