I smiled a huge greeting, wrapped my arms around his neck as soon as he came in. I pressed myself up against him, the nudge of his cock told me I was doing the right thing. "You," I murmured into his ear "are in for the weekend of your life." It was Friday night.
I had prepared dinner, a salad, I wanted it light. I fussed around him. I was dressed to kill, even he had never seen me like this. I was being the vixen, the fox, he had always wanted me to be. I touched, felt him, stroked him and kissed him. I was dressed as I knew he wanted me to be.
He constantly tried to get a hold of me, I eluded him every time saying. "Not yet tiger, upstairs, straight after this, whenever you are ready." I was wearing a soft calf leather mini skirt, a matching top, a bit like a waist coat, my cleavage well on view. Nylons that swished when I moved, high backless heels. My long blond hair up, just the way he loves it to be.
I had done my face to make me look like the innocent little school girl that gets him as hard as a rock. My angelic face, my full lips pouting, flashing my big blue headlight eyes at him. To be honest I was as hot as I had been for a long time, satisfaction this night would be mine. But I had planned everything, and I was going to follow it to the last play.
"I want you to go and shower, and change into something more comfortable," I told him, "but nothing too tight. And wait and call me, I will come up to you darling," I told him." He got the message, and disappeared, this gave me time to 'gather' myself, take a deep breath.
I am Rebecca, or Becs, Becky, either or either, it never bothered me either way. I am 26 years old. And yes, I am gorgeous, sexy, a much sought after woman by all and sundry. Lots of men, boys, and some women want me. It is something that took me years to get used to, but now I take it all in my stride. I stand at 5ft 8 and a bit inches. I am statuesque, soft, and holy of holies. I am sensitive to the wrong touch, and a couple of men have succeeded where most others have failed.
My husband and I have a varied and hectic sex life. He is more outwardly adventurous than I am, but I am more adventurous than he is in our bed. We fuck all over, anywhere, anytime, and sometimes places and times when we shouldn't. He, I think has guessed I have had it away a couple of times, and instead of losing it. It has made him question me about maybe, 'opening' up our marriage.
I of course rejected this, but he has gone on about it the more I rejected it. I am sure that if we did, he would regret it, and I have told him so. One reason is simple, if I did it, I would go for ity wholesale, and I'm not too sure he could handle that, in fact, I know he wouldn't. He has suggested it many times, a threesome, with another women, one of my choice, black, brown, old, young, any creed any nationality. He also suggested another man of the same ilk, my choice.
This goes on for a while, then it quietens down until the next time. I have taken to tying him to the bed and blindfolding him. Then pretend I have another lover, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man, some old, some young, black, white, all sorts. It drives him nuts because I refuse to free him and not let him come until I am ready.
"Becky, honey, I'm in the bedroom okay?" he called down.
"Coming baby, I'm coming, be ready," I called back. I made my way up and walked into our bedroom. I had scented it, closed the drapes, lit candles. It was, and I was, all set. He hadn't noticed the big heavy oak chair I had had delivered this day, it was in the corner, facing the bed, and the four ropes were hanging off it, all ready.
He was there in a pair of shorts. "Take them off baby, you won't need them," I said as I cupped his balls. They went down and he kicked them away.
"Now," I told him, "you sit there and make yourself comfortable." He would be comfy too, it was a well padded seat and back.
"Oh, I hadn't seen that?"
"Sit, John," I ordered.
He did, I told him I was going to tie him to it, and he would obey me, I kissed him, tickled his balls and sit he did. I quickly tied his wrists to the arms, and his ankles to the legs. I had practised this so I knew the knots were good to go. I made sure he had movement, didn't want him to stop blood circulation did I? I asked him to try and free himself, after two minutes his answer was "I can't."
I sexily sat in his lap facing him, feet under the arms, I kissed him, I worried him, I bit his neck, reached down and felt him. His cock was already standing to attention. I got off and did a long strip tease, his cock was ready to burst by the look of it! I got back on, and started on him, my hand drifting up and down his shaft, and kissing his neck that always had him up in the air.
I poked his cock into the entrance of my nice slick and hot pussy, but that was as far as I let it. He tried his damndest to get right in, but for his every little push I slipped away easily. This did nothing but frustrate him. He got annoyed, then little boyish, begging, pleading, calling me names, slut, bag, whore, nasty cunt. He threatened me then beseeched me. I had him right where he did not want to be.
"I'm going to make you wait until your brain explodes," I told him, as I tickled his balls too. "Wait until your puny little cock pops it mucky worthless finger nail of cum drops out." I reached behind him and when he started begging me again, calling me a fucking bastard, I popped the ball gag in and fastened it.
I got off him, went behind and started scratching his chest with my nails, he loves that. I kept biting his neck, nibbling his ear, stroking his super hard cock. "Ooooh wouldn't you just love to get this into me John," I whispered. "What would you give for it to be all the way in, me on my back, my feet in the air over your shoulders, Mmmmm, do you want to baby?" I teased.
John nearly broke his neck nodding yes. I reached down and got his cock and balls in each hand, I jacked him fast and furious. His head went back, he was on his way to blowing himself out of the chair when I made him cum. I stopped. He went crazy, mumbling behind the gag, his eyes bulging. He was begging me to keep going, I sauntered out of the room instead and left him.
I messed about for a while then went back, his cock had gobe down a bit. I pretended to be annoyed about that.
"Who told you you could let that drop!" I demanded. He looked at me helplessly, I picked it up, and slapped it with my other hand. He yelped behind the gag, I liked this. I lifted his cock out of the way and slapped his balls. Boy, did he yelp then!
I dropped to my knees in front of him and started jacking him, he soon got hard again, I lipped the tip of my tongue over the end. My hand flashed up and down, I stroked his testicles softly, I scratched underneath them, he moaned loudly, again his head went back, and again I stopped and wondered away.
I had a coffee and went back, when I got in, he was staring at his flagging cock, I knew he was willing it to stay hard. I laughed, "John, are you talking to your dick hmmm, begging it to stay up?" He looked at me, his face a mask of fear, frustration, anger, need, and desperation I suppose.
I attacked him again, he was helpless to my administrations. I kept getting him hard, then leaving him. I kept slapping his cock and balls. I kissed it, licked, pretended I was going to suck it by hovering my mouth right over it, putting the head in but not touching. He was going crazy, he thumped and jumped in the chair trying to get out, no deal. He was mine and he knew it.
I sat on the end of the bed facing him, and fingered myself. I have to admit I was working myself up into a frenzy too. I squeezed and rolled my super sensitive buds, they were hard, my clit was hard, I was needing cock, and badly. I watched myself in the big mirror on my dresser next to him, I had tilted it previously just for this purpose.
My fingers were wet, I moaned for myself, but let him hear me. "Do you know John," I murmured, "I could do with a nice big cock right now, I don't suppose you know where I could get one do you?" He was breaking in half, he nodded at his won.
"That little thing John," I told him, I reached over and fondled it. He nodded, pleading me. "I'm talking of a real cock John, not a pencil dick like yours. A big black one maybe, what do you think Hmmmm. You have asked me a few times haven't you, you naughty boy."
He was going mad with lust, it was spreading around him. "Maybe a nice black girl, you did mention that didn't you?" I asked. "How about a good looking black girl with a big black strap on John, how about that?" He huffed and gruffed, I massaged his cock and balls, it looked like it might split. "Black on Blond John, Ooooh I bet you would love to see me being thrashed by a big black cock wouldn't you, you naughty bad boy John."
He was staring at me, I was beating him, he was sinking, losing, he was, or almost was, defeated. I smiled at him, not long now.