Finally... A weekend alone with my wife. It's amazing that after more than 15 years of marriage we still have the hots for each other. Of course we have our ups and downs, but make-up sex is better than just a quickie while the kids are busy.
As luck would have it, my parents wanted the kids for the weekend, so that left me and my wife to figure out what we were going to do for a couple of days. Being your typical male, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and it didn't involve dinner or a movie.
However, being the sometimes-wonderful husband that I am, we treated ourselves to just that, and had a very enjoyable evening. Arriving home, my wife suggested that "quality time" was in order. Needless to say, I readily agreed. On to the story...
After a nice dinner and our very enjoyable evening afterwards, I was informed that it was now "playtime." A grin painted my face. I liked the sound of that.
So, there I was, lying on our bed in my silk boxer shorts trying to be sexy for my wife, hands behind my head, relaxing while she "got ready."
She appeared wearing a silk robe. I couldn't wait to see what was underneath it. After lighting a few scented candles and turning on some soft jazz music, she finally opened her robe, revealing her surprise.
She was a vision in white silk and lace, from the lace teddy, to the lace garter belt, to the silk panties and stockings, capped off with the four inch heels that she calls her CFMPs (Come Fuck Me Pumps).
When I saw this ensemble, I began to rise from the bed, intending to take her in my arms; but, I was told to stay put. "Not yet," I was told.
What a beautiful woman: all five feet tall and 110 pounds of her. Shoulder length chestnut hair and eyes with more than a hint of her Asian descent. Legs to die for... made to be admired, especially when she left a room. Let's just say that this woman in stockings standing before me would make a very successful lingerie model.
So as I lay there, the effects of just seeing her began to tent my silk boxers. She made a slow cat-like crawl up from the foot of the bed, telling me not to move. Did that register in my testosterone-infested mind? Of course it didn't; I was just enjoying the show.
Almost leisurely, bit by bit, she crawled up my body, planting kisses along the way. By the time she got to my neck, I'm sure I would have been able to drive a nail into a concrete wall with my dick.
She straddled me, pulling down part of her teddy to offer me a breast. I accepted it eagerly and began to lathe it with my tongue, nipping and tugging, nibbling and sucking. Then she pulled down the other side of her teddy and I took her other nipple into my mouth, this time sucking it deeper as I consumed her breast, taking her nipple as far into my mouth as I ccould and using my tongue to lick the underside of her breast as I pushed the nipple against the top of my mouth.
I am so engrossed with suckling at her breasts that I hardly hear the click of the handcuffs that she has placed on the headboard and fastened around my wrists.
With a wry smile, she sits up and says, "NOW it's playtime."
I am as hard as a missile and her womanhood is warm and wet and I can feel it getting wetter against my groin. She is beautiful, suddenly at odds with her heavenly visage, but definitely in control and having a good time making me want her even more than I already do. She will be in charge for the rest of the night and there is no doubt I will not be freed until she has been satisfied. To emphasize this, she kisses me lightly and tugs on the handcuffs binding me as she breathes into my ear, "You WILL be a good boy, won't you?" The smirk on her face is priceless. It says, "You're not going anywhere."
She begins a slow, erotically excruciating journey down my body. She nips and nibbles on my nipples. I'm dying to touch her, but all I can do is flail about.
She reaches the waistband of my boxers. There is a large spot of precum on my boxers that shows exactly what effect she has had on me and she purrs, "Oh...Did I do that?" Without waiting for an answer, she draws my boxers down bit by bit, exposing my cock to the cool night air. She grips her hand around my shaft, slowly stroking up and down, as I moan at her touch.
With my hands still bound above my head, she decides that it is time to slow down, and releases me from her grasp. Sitting up and straddling my legs, she begins to play with her very erect nipples, pulling and twisting them. Now that I am fully under her control, all I can do is watch as she snakes a hand into her silk panties and begins to rub her pussy.
She was already hot and wet; the power of having me confined more of a turn-on than she originally thought it would be. I can only watch as she dips one finger, then two, into where I yearn to be. She brings her fingers to her mouth but then thinks better of it and presents them to me. I take them eagerly, savoring in the sweet taste of her nectar.
