It was hard to believe it had been over 40 years since that day. "Day One" I had named it. That day saved our marriage.
I had been married to Roger for two years and things had grown rocky the last many months. A lot of our problems were about sex. The fact was neither of us had much experience and we just didn't know how to express our desires or please each other sexually.
I decided maybe a boudoir picture session might perk Roger up. I had seen a little ad in the newspaper: sexy photography and erotic adventures. I made the call.
Come into the office a pleasant sounding man had said and you can look over the options. Dave was older, thin, easy going and non-threatening. What do you have in mind, he asked? I want to spark up my marriage, I replied with more gusto than I felt. We can do a photo shoot with a variety of sexy poses, he said. Dave brought out a portfolio with a variety of pictures. After spending a few uninspired minutes looking at the photos of chubby partially clad women, I added, you mentioned something about erotic adventures in your ad? What about those? Those have a much higher sexual content, Dave said, would your husband be willing to participate? Yes he will, I replied, with way more conviction than I actually felt. Tell me more. They usually last for several hours which I direct and participate in and there is sexual contact. Keep going, I answered.
Dave brought out a paper, actually a check list of sexual activities. Look at this and fill it out, this will to eliminate things you and your husband would not be willing to do. I recommend you only check the absolute no-nos as the purpose of this is to expand your boundaries. I was proud of myself as I looked at the list, trying hard not to show the shock I was feeling. Oral, anal, bondage and some things I wasn't even sure what they were It was the last line that caught me: THERE ARE NO RULES. Boom, there it was. I just pointed at it and asked? I decide and I direct, Dave said, I will lead the three of us through an afternoon of erotic adventure. I wrote him a check.
We are dead together, I told Roger that evening. This can't hurt. Roger sadly agreed.
It was Saturday at three when we drove to the address Dave had emailed me. We both were glad to see it was a small house, hidden away all by itself in the woods. The main room was set up with a large bed, an armchair, a desk and a small table. The smell was clean and woodsy and soft music played in the background.
We found a note along with two glasses and an open bottle of wine on the table. Strip naked, the note said, then strap Roger into the armchair. We both took a drink. I saw Roger start to panic. "I have seen those bondage magazines you have in the closet Roger". "Now take off your clothes".
Two straps held his arms and a third went around his waist, locking him into the chair. I stood in front of him and did a little strip tease, enjoying his powerlessness.
Dave came in a few minutes later wearing a sheer gown and clearly nothing else. He held his finger to his lips when I started to speak. He did a little dance, slowly twirling and moving to the music. He picked up a ball gag from the desk and put it on me. His eyes pointed to the bed and soon I was trussed on my hands and knees, with my wrists attached to my ankles and my ass in the air. He took several pictures.
I watched as he pulled his gown off. He was like a stripper, teasing me; slowly sliding the gown off, glimpses was all I got of his cock. I looked over at Roger. His eyes were big and his cock looked like it might explode, but he didn't say a word.
Then Dave was close, his cock was close, I could see the ridges on his balls. He just knelt there next to me on the bed. I realized he was displaying his cock for me, slowly stroking it, moving the skin and his balls around. I had never looked closely at Roger's or any cock, but this was for me and I looked. It might have been ten minutes before he got up, not having touched me the entire time.
He showed me a feather. He started on my ear and cheek, barely touching me. It seemed like it took forever before he reached his destination, my nipples hardened to its caress, my thighs quivered as he slowly, painfully slowly ran the feather up the inside. Then he was there, but then he kept going. He touched me with the feather, that place I never let anyone go. But not really because he was just close, tickling the edge and circling. It felt nasty, but nice at the same time. Just when I wanted him to explore more; he moved back to my cunt, teasing my lips, running the feather along my freshly shaved pussy. I wondered if he thought I had shaved for him. I had. I felt myself opening, spreading wider, wanting more. More please I wanted to ask, but couldn't.
He lay on his back and slid his head between my legs and replaced the feather with his tongue. I tried to move to get more. He teased me for several minutes before he stopped moving, letting me guide myself so his tongue was in just the right spot. God I was on fire as I moved my pussy across his tongue. I waited for him to get up; like Roger always did on the rare occasions he licked me. But he didn't. Realizing his tongue was mine was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me, a least up until that moment. I rubbed my clit on his tongue, rocking back and forth across it, getting hotter and hotter. Suddenly I exploded, Oh my god, I thought, this is an orgasm!! This is good, God, so good, so sooo goooood!!
I might have broken his neck if I hadn't still been strapped up. Thank you I wanted to say, but the gag prevented it. Wait, he's still there, still licking slowly. He wants me to do it again. I think my pussy wants me to do it again too. And I did.
