Natalia and I will be married six years this July. In that time our relationship has blossomed and grown, particularly our sex life. We have explored our deepest fantasies and made them a reality.
My arse has always been a turn on for her. I always found that surprising as I considered it nothing special. When we first started to go out she would wait until I came out of the bath and bend me over so she could kiss my bum cheeks. Later she grew more confident and would prise my cheeks apart and allow her tongue to probe deeper until she was literally licking my arse hole. The first time this happened I almost came straight away. It was the combination of the physical sensation of her tongue wetting my arse with saliva and the mental image of such an audacious act that drove me to an intense orgasm.
In Natalia's mind it was far from degrading for her to lick me, on the contrary I became her bitch and my arse became an object for her pleasure.
Over time she would use my heightened level of arousal to start to cross unspoken boundaries. She had me on my back one day and had been licking my balls and working her way down to my arse with her tongue. After probing it briefly and coating it in saliva she started to press an index finger against it. I looked at her in protest but before I could mutter any words her finger started to ease into me. My arse was tight around her finger but she continued licking my balls and managed to force her finger all the way in to the knuckle. As she played with my prostate a series of small orgasms rippled through me, slowly building in intensity. I was coming again and again but they were all dry. I had never experienced such pleasure and was totally at her mercy.
From then on she would often introduce her finger into me and I would gratefully receive it. On one occasion we were about to make love and I was lying on my back expecting her to come over and straddle me so I could put my cock in her pussy. I had asked her to put some stockings on as I loved to see her in them. Instead she thought it would be better if I wore a pair of her sheer tights. As the fabric was stretched up my legs I suddenly felt vulnerable. Instead of straddling me she forced my legs apart and drew them up around her waist. My nylon covered legs clung on helplessly around her sides as she started a thrusting motion. Her fingers lightly ran along the sheer tights. In her mind she was imagining that she was wearing a huge strap-on cock and was fucking me senseless. I enjoyed the feeling of giving myself to her completely and we both started to cum.
I have always loved to see women in sheer hosiery, the material fascinates me. I love the way it stretches over smooth skin and shimmers in the light. Better still is to touch it, slippery smooth, the skin yields beneath my fingers stretching the fabric with it. Light and dark areas are created when the fabric curves away accentuating the shape of the legs. To me it is the ultimate in femininity, the most delicate of materials, the tiny pattern of fibres encasing the leg beneath it in a varnish like sheen. I loved it when Natalia started to buy me tights for my birthday, it meant so much to me and I always looked forward to seeing what she had chosen. Sometimes we would go into Calzedonia together and buy tights for both of us. She found it erotic too, since I was now her bitch. Some day she will buy me fully fashioned stockings too with a gorgeous seam up the back. I imagine the non stretch fabric has a different sensation against the skin and the suspender straps would gently pull on my legs with every step.
We carried on with this mild form of role play for a while until one day she went out and bought a large double ended strap-on vibrator. The smaller end fitted tightly into her pussy and concealed a vibrator for her pleasure. The other end was larger, about eight inches long and thick with it. It also had a vibrator in it and both were controlled by a battery pack that she wore on her hip. Thick straps securely held it against her soft olive skin allowing her the power to thrust backwards and forwards with impunity.
I will never forget the night she introduced my to it. She had changed into a pair of sheer brown tights and had cut a hole in them to allow her end of the dildo into her. Black patent high heel boots finished the look. It was my birthday and I had been told to close my eyes and wait for my surprise. With my eyes closed she lead me to the dining room table and bent me other it. She took a pair of tights and blindfolded me with them in case I started to look. Each foot was then tied to a different table leg drawing my legs open. My trousers and pants were drawn down to my knees exposing my bum to the air. She lightly planted kisses on my bum cheeks and worked her way towards the crack of my arse. Her fingers sunk in to each cheek and drew them apart. I let out a sigh as her tongue started to work its way slowly towards my arse. Saliva started to run along my crack and over my balls. Eventually she reached it and flicked her tongue over my hole a few times making sure it was soaking in saliva. I thought this was my birthday surprise and wasn't prepared for what came next.
She lingered there, her face buried in my arse, her tongue probing against my hole gently licking at it. She withdrew for air and started to insert a finger into me. This was soon replaced by a thumb so that my arse started to stretch open for her. A hand was placed on my back, forcing it to arch and raising my arse higher into the air. Now standing, she grasped her large cock with one hand and swung it smoothly across my bum until it reached my crack. As she pushed forward it peeled apart my cheeks and came to rest at my entrance. I had no idea what it was at this stage and could do nothing to stop her anyway as I was tied to the table.
