Around a month ago I came home from work, tired and just ready to slump down in front of the TV all night. I knew that my husband wasn't home yet, we both worked Saturday's, so I headed straight upstairs to the bedroom, ready to relax in a warm bath. I headed into the en-suite bathroom and started the water running. I quickly slipped off my work clothes and was just about to go back into the bathroom getting when I remembered the white box and shopping bag that were in the trunk of my car.
I quickly put on some sweats and headed out to the car to retrieve the box and bag, before bringing them straight upstairs. I slipped off the lid as I set the box down on the bed. Inside were a pair of black patent leather, stiletto, knee high boots. As I settled back into my warm bath I knew straight away that Phil, my husband, was in for a huge surprise.
Let me tell you what he led to my lunch time purchases.
A few nights previous Phil and I were making love, I was straddling Phil and teasing him by repeatedly lowering myself down on top of his cock, but not letting any rhythm be built up. Phil couldn't do anything about it because I'd used a scarf to tie his hands to the top of our bed. We both liked to do this to each other, nothing serious, just enough to allow one of us to be in control.
"You tease," said Phil.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. "Don't you like me teasing you?"
"You know I do, but you drive me crazy just waiting for you to plunge down on my cock."
"Like this you mean?" I said as I plunged down onto him, feeling his 7 inch cock slide effortlessly into me. It was a feeling that I simply loved and it was so easy to ride him until we both came. I had to fight my own urges.
Phil didn't reply, he was enjoying the feeling of the tight confines of my pussy too much.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"God yes!"
"You'd like me to dress up for you wouldn't you?" I whispered as I again plunged down onto his cock.
"Yes," Phil replied.
"I bet you'd like a tight corset and stockings, perhaps even high boots - make me look like a real dominatrix!"
"And how, just the thought of you dressed like that is enough to make me want to cum deep inside you."
"Mmmm, me too, Phil. I'd love to fuck you wearing that, to feel you cock swell as soon as you saw me and then to feel you filling me up and making you cum so you have to beg me to stop."
My mind wandered as the image of fucking my husband in such attire sent the blood pulsing around my body. I used my pussy muscles to grip around Phil's cock as I began to give in to my desires and thrust myself up and down. Talk of our little fantasy seemed to make my pussy even wetter, and I could feel it seeping out and down my thighs. I looked down at Phil and he had his eyes screwed shut, enjoying me fucking his brains out.
I knew that he wouldn't last much longer, the teasing probably making him nearly ready to blow his load, so I reached down and easily found my clit. The first touch sent electricity through my body, and I knew I would cum soon too. I used a finger to make small circles around my swollen clit in time to my thrusting. I seemed to lose control of my breathing as it became erratic.
Phil could sense my muscles clamping around his cock and this caused his body to move upwards to match my thrusts. It was this intense thrusting and my playing with my clit that set off my orgasm. My breathing stopped altogether as my orgasm rose from my pussy and raced all around my body. I let out a series of low groans before I heard Phil grunt and his cum explode out of his cock and deep into my pussy. I continued to play with my clit, prolonging my orgasm, as I continued to ride the spurting cock inside of me. A minute later I raised myself off Phil's spent cock and untied his hands.
As I sat there on the bed looking down at the now open box, my heart was racing just recalling that night.
