Ever since Brad and I were married he has liked to watch me with other men. He knew me well enough to realise that I could never be satisfied with monogamy and that to keep me he would have to share me. It works very well these days; I usually bring my lovers home while Brad is there - sometimes he will watch from the same room or alternatively, if he prefers a little more privacy, he can watch our bedroom through the one way mirror we had installed between that room and the bathroom.
But Brad hasn't always been so cool about watching me "live". In earlier days, whilst he knew that I was having affairs, he preferred not to see but to wait until I returned home after a night out and then to LISTEN as I related the story of my evening's activity. More often than not it would just be a case of cuddling up together in bed or on the sofa while I told him of the young stud that I had picked up and how I allowed him to have me. But then one evening, something a little different happened. The sex was very good while it was actually happening, but I have to admit, relating it to Brad later in the way that I did, caused me to reach more orgasms than whilst I was being actually fucked!
It had been a late night for me and when I returned home it was just after midnight. Brad was, as usual, waiting up for me with fevered anticipation written all over his face - I think that waiting for me to return was a big part of it for him. We cuddled up on the sofa as usual, but as I started the story, it was obvious that Brad was particularly over excited and couldn't keep still. He kept shifting his position and interrupting me and I became quite frustrated.
"Maybe we should continue this in the bedroom?" I said quite sternly. "If you can't keep still, I'll just have to restrain you."
I had been idly rubbing his dick through his pants while we cuddled and I knew he was already hard, but as soon as he heard me threaten to restrain him I felt his cock twitch wildly under the material. I swear, If I'd repeated myself, he'd have cum on the spot!
I've always known that Brad was the submissive type and being dominant myself it was easy for me to slip into character.
"Get up now!" I ordered. "Follow me upstairs - but if you dare to touch me I'll make you go straight to the guest room!"
Brad was on his feet in a flash and waiting for me to lead the way. "Yes Mistress" he murmured, eyes lowered. I knew that this night was going to be different.
I was still dressed sexily for the night out that I had just enjoyed; short, black, figure hugging skirt, sheer white blouse and high heels. My underwear was nestling in the depths of my purse - there had not seemed any point in putting it back on! Brad followed me up the stairs. I walked slowly. I wanted to make him suffer a bit, I suppose. My hands were on my thighs as I climbed and with just a little movement, I was able to let my skirt ride up a little giving my poor husband tantalizing glimpses of my naked butt. I knew that this must have been driving him insane with lust, but he kept his word and his hands to himself - he knew far better than to disobey his "Mistress".
Once in the bedroom, I made him strip in front of me. His hard little erection slapped against his belly as he finally stood naked in front of me.
"On the bed!" I instructed, "sit!"
Brad did as ordered and sat, legs out in front of him, with his back to the pine foot board. Without speaking to him, I selected two silk scarves from my closet and bound each of his hands behind him to the wooden frame of the foot board. When I was content that the knots were secure, I slipped my hand between his legs and cupped his tight balls. I laughed as Brad groaned and his dick twitched.
I took my time in the bathroom. Despite the lateness of the hour and the fact that I was quite fatigued after my night's activity, I felt remarkably alive - I wanted the anticipation mount higher and higher. After a quick shower, I changed into a light silk robe and returned to the bedroom. My skin was still tingling from the hot water and my nipples felt hard and sensitive. Brad was where I had left him. His dick had deflated just a little, but when I opened my robe and gave him a quick flash, I giggled as I saw it once again return to a full erection. I sat down beside him and let my hand wander over his twitching shaft and shiny cock head. I loved the power that this situation afforded.
"So. Do you want to know what happened tonight?" I said casually, "or shall I just leave you here and go to sleep?" I faked a yawn and squeezed his cock at the same time causing him to groan again.
"Please tell me, Mistress." he pleaded in a whispered voice.
"Very well. This is what happened........."
"I was on my way to Club X. We had only just crossed Marlow bridge into Jonestown when the taxi blew a tire. The driver didn't have a spare and, as it was a warm evening, I decided to walk the rest of the way. There was a light breeze and, as you know, I didn't have a bra on. As I walked, my nipples became quite hard. They still are - look."
I let my robe hang open exposing my 38DD breasts. I scooped one of the orbs up in my left hand and showed it to my helpless husband. I touched the nipple and shivered slightly as it quivered in front of his eyes. Brad wanted desperately to touch it, I knew, but tied as he was it would have been impossible. His dick throbbed again and he moaned. I took it in my hand and gave it a swift rub - just to keep his concentration!
"I was feeling very horny, Brad." I continued. "But I couldn't remember the exact way to the club. I turned this way and that up and down narrow streets until I saw a bright light over a building. As I got closer the sign became clearer. It said "Barry's Billiard Club". I decided to stop and ask directions. I could feel the atmosphere as I entered the room. It was dark in there and three men were playing pool. I asked the bartender if he knew where Club X was, but he said he'd never heard of it."
"Oh god, darling. I'm still so horny" I interrupted the story and took off my robe. I saw Brad's face and heard him gasp as it slid from my shoulders and pooled on the carpet. "You don't mind if I play with my pussy while I talk do you?"
I sat cross-legged on the bed next to brad and again lifted my breast, pinching the nipple. "It's such a shame you're all tied up like that" I purred, "I'd love you to have been able to play with my tits while I masturbate! - but never mind!" I slid a finger between the folds of my pussy and purred again as I used the other hand to pinch my nipple lightly.
"Anyway...mmmmm....I think its time I got on with the story, don't you?"
Brad moaned again and I removed a finger, wet with my own juice, and circled it over his tight glans.
"As I turned to leave the billiard club, I saw that the three men had stopped playing and were all looking at me. I knew they wanted me - I could see it in their eyes and in their pants! They all looked like rough, working men. Their clothes were stained and sweaty and they smelt of cheap beer and cigarettes. I walked towards the door. Suddenly one of the men pushed out his pool stick in front of me - blocking my escape.
"I know where Club X is" he said.
I looked at him innocently and watched his big, meaty hand go down to his crotch and cup it. "It's right here!"
All the other men started laughing and cupping their crotches as well, making dirty gestures at me and leering. Before I knew what had happened, the bartender had locked the door and dimmed the lights. I knew the first guy was going to try a fuck me. I wanted him to as well. I'd forgotten all about the other club, I just wanted to relieve the itching in my panties."
I looked deep into my poor husband's eyes. He was in some distress no; his ass was bucking from the bed, his hands straining at his restraints in a vain attempt to touch his cock and relieve the terrible tension that was there. I fingered myself faster and faster as I allowed him to watch me. I opened the lips of my pussy and plunged two fingers in deeply, fucking myself towards an inevitable orgasm. Higher and higher my body soared as my thumb rotated on my engorged clitoris, until....yes....ooohhhhhhh yessssss...that felt so good!
Before returning to the story, I had to give Brad some release too. Reaching into my purse I retrieved the panties that I had been wearing that night. I smiled at him as I wrapped the soft fabric around his throbbing member and squeezed. My other hand went to his balls and scratched the sensitive skin lightly with my fingernails as I firmly jerked him off into my underwear. He was so worked up it took only three or four pulls on his cock before a huge stream of cum erupted from the eye and coated the panty gusset. He groaned deeply in his throat as he came and begged me to continue with the story.
