"And just what the hell was that," you growl and glare at me between your legs as I twitch and shudder with aftershocks beneath you.
"Jesus!
You can't even follow a simple order. You are such a
useless pervert!"
You disgustedly complain.
"But then, I do need all this
piss
cleaned off my pussy! So... I guess, since you're right there, and you didn't miss a drop. You can lick me clean!"
I know how turned on you are, and I eagerly suck your beautiful pussy lips into my mouth and savor every last tangy droplet of your champagne. Then I drive my tongue deep into your canal and lap up your sweet flowing juices.
"Ohhh, yes! That's it. Clean my dirty pissy pussy! You nasty little pervert!"
You playfully chide.
My still hard cock throbs in my tight handcuff cock-ring as I lick and suck every last drop of sweet nectar off your pussy. Then I work your clit to show my gratitude.
"God! That feels so good, Hubby!"
You purr as you give in to the pleasure, lean over me and open the handcuffs.
Then you suddenly lift off the seat, step out of your panties, and leave them on my cum smeared chest as you turn with a big smile and wave your finger at me.
"Playtime is over, and you know you have to wait until after, Hubby," you lovingly chide.
"I know. Thank you, Dear," I reply with an overwhelming swell of love for my soulmate and wife, Sandra!
Playtime is over,
and date night has begun.
"Oh... Sam, you're so good to me. It was the least I could do for your weekly playtime release. Now get cleaned up and put the chair away," Sandra said as she gracefully stepped out of the tub and picked up her robe.
"And then
get your ass in the bedroom, Hubby!"
she sternly quipped as she headed for the bedroom.
We have had a Saturday playtime for years, and my beautiful wife will do pretty much anything I want. That used to be an easy decision. But since I signed the
contract,
more than six months ago. I'm only allowed to cum once a week, and it's a lot harder to decide than you might think.
Of course, Misstress can have an orgasm whenever she desires, and because my weekly release is at her discretion, I have become very attentive to her needs!
But my playtime is over, and I'm sure you're wondering why it doesn't sound like it. That's because it's my wife's playtime now.
You see, we have been married for eleven years, and we have been living the Hotwife lifestyle for more than a year now.
It all started innocently enough. We have always had a very passionate sex life, and we are pretty kinky and adventurous. But then, about five years ago, we decided to spice things up with some Femdom roleplay.
We learned a lot about ourselves and, three years ago, I gave my wife those beautiful DD tits for her 30th birthda... Oops! I meant to say for my beautiful,
still twenty-nine-year-old,
wife's birthday.
She was a perky full B-cup, and with her amazing body, men have always been drawn to her like bees to honey. But after she got her new tits, it was hard to ignore all the hot young studs sniffing around my Hotwife.
At first, we just joked and teased each other about how much all the guys and girls liked her new tits. But then one thing led to another, and we agreed she should try going on a date with one of the hot young guys that kept hitting on her at the gym.
Sandra finally got up the nerve to ask one of the hot guys from the gym that she really liked out to lunch. Then she laid out the rules we agreed upon and asked him if he wanted a date. Trent was all in, and they hooked up at his place that next Saturday night.
We were both excited and nervous the first time Sandra went out with Trent, and my stomach was in knots the whole time she was with him!
But when my wife came home from her date, we had the hottest, most passionate sex of our lives and discovered that it only deepened our love and made us closer than ever.
Sandra has three studs in her stable now. But I'm not lacking in any way, and I have never felt threatened by her lovers. Our bond is much deeper than any physical attraction, and I know she will always come home to me.
We have always been totally open and honest with each other, and after she had been dating for a while, I confessed that I really wanted to watch.
Sandra knows I'm a bit of a voyeur, and she wasn't surprised. We talked about it, and she was eternally grateful that I had given her such a selfless gift. But Sandra just didn't think she could let go and truly enjoy herself if I was there.
She was also afraid it would be too much for me, despite my assurances.
I was a little disappointed. But I understood her position.
Then she confessed that after her dates, it really turns her on to tell me all the dirty details as she rides my face to a gushing earth-shattering orgasm, and I had to admit I loved every minute of it!
My wife is very creative and loves finding new ways to heighten our experiences. So, five weeks ago, for my birthday. Sandra bought me a high-def wi-fi desk-top camera with 180-degree remote control movement, night vision and zoom.
Now, when she goes on a date. If I want her to. My Hotwife will set the camera up so I can watch the live-action on our computer at home. But like everything with my wife, there is a catch!
I've cleaned up and put away the potty chair. Now, it's time to prepare my Hotwife for her date. Sandra has had a standing Saturday-night date with Trent since that first time. So, of course, the phone call was just part of my playtime.
Trent always gets a real kick out of it when Sandra includes him in our playtime. Because he knows she will be just that much more wound-up when she gets there.
I stepped into our bedroom and saw my wife's skimpy Leopard print dress, black lace garter, and black seamed stockings laid out on the bed for her date.
"Have you seen my Leopard heels, Hubby?" She asked.
"No, Dear. I haven't seen them," I replied, mesmerized by my wife's beautiful bare ass wiggling in the air as she rummaged through the bottom of her closet.
"Oh, never mind, I found them," she said as she popped up with her heels and set them on the bed.
"It's time to make your choice, Hubby," My Hotwife stated with a big loving smile.
The truth is, I don't really have a choice. Because, either way. Per my contract, I will be locked in a chastity cage until next Saturday's playtime.
My only real choice is which chastity cage I will be wearing while she is on her date.
I open my nightstand drawer and look at the two keys and cages. One key is on a long sterling silver chain that hangs perfectly in her amazing cleavage. The other key is on a gold ankle bracelet, adorned with a gold heart-shaped pendant that says
SLUT!
in big-bold black letters.
If I pick the long sterling silver chain, she will tell me all about her date with Trent when she gets home.
But, if I pick the ankle bracelet, she will take the new camera and set it up for me.
I hesitate for a moment, make my choice, and carefully put on my chastity cage. Then I pick up the ankle bracelet and the lock and turn to my wife.
Sandra is standing with her hands on her hips, trying to look impatient. But I can see the giddy excitement in her eyes as I hand My Hotwife the lock, and she quickly snaps it into place.
Then I kneel, and she places her left foot on my cage while I lovingly fasten her ankle bracelet.
Sandra lifts her foot, and I gently kiss her ankle just below her bracelet. Then I quickly get to my feet and stand at attention, ready to prepare my Hotwife for her date.
Sandra arches up on her tiptoes, throws her arms around my neck, and pulls me into a passionate kiss as she squishes her big beautiful tits into my chest.
I reach down and grab two hands full of her perfect ass as she wraps her leg around mine and rubs her hot wet pussy on my thigh. She knows exactly what she's doing to me as my cock quickly fills the chastity cage.
Then she roughly grabs a handful of hair on the back of my head and pushes her tongue deep into my mouth as she reaches down and tightly squeezes my balls, making my cock grow even faster.
But like I said, there is a catch! And the array of sharp spikes in the new cage, that I also got for my birthday, is painfully digging into my cock as she keeps passionately kissing and squeezing until she's sure I'm fully erect.
Finally, she breaks our kiss and looks lovingly into my eyes.
"Oh, thank you, Hubby. Just knowing that you won't be able to look away, and how hard you will be tonight, makes me so hot! And I love how aggressive Trent gets when he knows you're watching him fuck me senseless!" Sandra giddily stated.
"I know, Dear," I painfully rasped and swallowed hard.
"Oh, Hubby. I love you so much!" Sandra said with a big loving smile as she straddled my cock cage and hugged me tightly.
"I love you too, Dear," I choked out as my Hotwife began to glide her hot wet pussy lips over my painfully trapped throbbing cock as I thought about the long night ahead.
To be continued?
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