"Just...please!" she moaned out to him, her eyes shifting quickly back and forth behind the soft red blindfold. He grinned and leaned down to lap again over her thick taut nipple, already crinkled and aching in its arousal. Her toes curled with each light touch of his tongue to a different part of her bound body: left nipple, right hip, her chin, neck, ear, right inner thigh, navel, the tops of her toes. It seemed no part of her was spared, except of course, her pussy.
He hadn't touched it yet, although by proxy he had throughout their earlier dinner out to the favorite restaurant. He had given her the remote control butterfly vibrator that morning before work and asked her to wear it to dinner tonight. She delightfully agreed, having already discussed this purchase with them a few days before. She wanted that torment, by his hand, and the thought of having it done in public both excited and unnerved her.
By the time they had reached dessert, her nervousness had disappeared. Instead, she was nearly writhing in her chair, sure that the other patrons were watching her tremble as she gripped the edge of the table. He seemed to be an expert at controlling the small quiet toy already, and she, almost, was starting to regret agreeing to this purchase. No less than five times did he bring her to the edge of her orgasm. He simply stared at her, listening as her breathing changed, watching as sweat appeared on her face, smiling as her knuckles whitened in their death grip on the table. Each time, though, he backed it down to the lowest setting. It wasn't his intention to humiliate her by forcing her to orgasm in public. He wanted only that she spend the evening being teased. Besides, he was only doing what she had asked him to do.
The car ride home was quite interesting. Normally, she swatted away his teasing gropes and attempts to slide his hand beneath her skirt while he drove. Tonight though, she spread arched as his hand slid over her large breasts and moaned for him with each tight pinch to her nipples through the bodice of her dress and bra. He had to keep shifting in his seat, as it was growing difficult to maintain a legal speed on the highway. His cock was painfully erect, caught in a thick fold of his jeans and he realized that he was teasing himself nearly as much as he was her. His grip tightened on her nipple and he flicked the remote to the high setting, backing down only when she started cursing at him, just as she usually did right before she came. The last time occurred just as they pulled into the garage and she tried to snatch it out of his hand. He was, of course, too quick and exited the car before she could reach it. He went in to pay the babysitter and left her in the car, cursing at him as she checked herself in the mirror and attempted to make it look like she wasn't as crazed and horny as she looked.
By the time she made it inside, the babysitter had already left through the front door, and he was waiting for her in their bedroom. She didn't see him, however, but felt him as he came up behind her, his hand pressing firmly over her mouth, the length of his body against hers. He ground his crotch forward, making her feel his arousal. His free hand groped her tits, returning to those nipples he adored and proceeded to twist and tug them again, his hand pressing tighter to her mouth as she let out a loud moan. Her eyes shifted quickly, towards the open door, which he saw in the mirror. He let her go, and said, "Undress and lie on the bed. Take off that toy but don't touch your pussy. It's mine tonight."
Her eyes widened for a moment and she smiled. In only a minutes, she was nude, minus her thigh highs and garter. She knew he loved them and so kept them on. She tossed aside the toy, the strap drenched that had sat between her lips throughout the evening. He quickly closed the door, locking it to ensure that, in case they woke him, their son wouldn't just walk in and witness his parents in a way they weren't ready to explain to him yet.
