"Are you tied up good honey? Let me check."
Click-click went her hot red pumps, making their way across an immaculate floor, polished to the point that her moist pink pussy lips could be seen in its reflection, appearing and disappearing behind her toned, supple thighs sliding over each other as she walked towards him seductively.
She was stunning. Her brown tresses framed her smoldering green eyes in a bob, eyes that twinkled knowingly as she neared him. He was naked and on his back, his racing, excited hearbeat visible in his pulsing erection. He was tied down, spread-eagled on her lace-covered bed.
Her white garters swayed as she pranced towards him. She paused as she reached the bed. She lifted her right knee off the floor carefully so she could adjust the perfect little ribbon at the top of her thigh-high with delicate fingers. Then she did the same on the left, her shapely sexy leg lifting up to her touch. He could only watch her, his cock aching, pulsing, straining for her touch.
She tugged at his restraints.
"Oooh, you are tied up good! I do such a good job."
She giggled. He struggled. She pouted at him.
"What are you doing? You know you can't escape! You taught me those knots!"
Clip-clop, clip-clop, she walked around the bed, looking at him with a predator's eyes, slowly.
"I like you like this. So helpless, but sexy too."
She bent over to whisper in his ear: "You wanted this, remember?"
Looking up dreamily, she sauntered around the room, sucking a finger teasingly between her glossy red lips, looking down at him from time to time with a wicked smile, knowing how he loved this, enjoying the power she had over him.
"So, let's review our situation, honey."
She turned to face him, one arm resting on the other one as she pretended to think it over, but this was obviously planned well in advance. She kept a glistening finger bent by her cheek so she could suck it once in awhile as she revealed the kinky plan she had in store.
Her eyes glinted at him again. She was enjoying herself.
Leaning over slightly, she gave him a view of her perfectly formed tits, globes touching at their inner soft edge, held by her lacy bra. She cocked her head to look at him sideways, in mock pity, then squatted to rest her elbows on the bed beside him, looking into his eyes, her head propped up by her hands. Her peachy cheeks were pressed upward slightly, which made them a little more pink from the pressure.
She was flush with sexual excitement. Microscopic diamond flecks of sweat, fragrant like rose petals, burst into bloom invisibly along the surface of her sleek, sensuous skin. She made the air hum and vibrate around her with the anticipation of sex.
He was transfixed by her completely. A captive audience.
"Night after night, year after year, you have told me you want me to fuck other guys. Is that right?"
"Mmph!" he protested, but her panties were in his mouth.
"Almost forgot! My poor hubby can't talk. Well, we both know the answer to these questions. I just want to make sure I haven't missed anything."
She noticed his cock, bursting at the seams with cum for her.
Licking her lips, she struck like a panther, grabbing his stiff cock, and started wanking it relentlessly, staring into his eyes, smiling wickedly. His hips began to rise off the bed.
"Oh yeah, you like it, huh?"
"Mmph!"
She went on a while longer, accelerating unexpectedly, slowing to prevent him from cumming, then speeding up again, obviously driving him insane.
She stopped, still giggling at the power she had over him.
Looking at him hungrily she squeezed his cock base tight, then moved her clenched fist slowly up his cock to the tip like it was a tube of tooth-paste, forcing his pre-cum out, to dribble onto her fist. With a strength that belied her dainty frame, she almost lifted him off the bed by his cock, so intense was her effort to extract his pre-cum.
"Mmph!"
She let go.
More giggles as she stopped.
Watching his reaction, she ran her tongue along the side of her hand, gathering up all the precum, smearing it over and around her lips. She was wearing him as lip gloss. What a tease she was!
She wagged a finger at him, naughty-naughty style, seeing him strain to move his cock towards her again.
"Nuh-uh, not yet..."
She stood. A moan of disappointment escaped him.
"I've been thinking," she said, after she ran her tongue along her finger one last time before she resumed walking around him, eyeing him wantonly all the while, batting her eyelashes in mock innocence.
"Maybe you're right." She put her hands on her hips.
"Maybe I should fuck other guys."
"Mmph!"
"Why not?" She asked, like a lawyer leading a cross-examination.
As she walked towards one of her full-length mirrors, an excitement lightened her step. She looked at herself, turning this way and that, examining her hard-won body with pride.
"After all, you've said it so many times: I've got a body that's made for sex."
She continued to admire herself, walking back towards him, flaunting her body along the way like a model on a runway. Reaching his side, she bent and enunciated each word carefully to him: "Made. to. fuck."
"Mmph!"
Striking a pose, she ran her hands down the smooth curve of her darling sweet ass, protruding to within only inches from his face, peering over her shoulder at him.
"Mm-hmm, honey, you're right," she moaned, sliding a wet finger towards her pussy, running it first over her inviting, tight asshole.
"Mm-hmmm..." she moaned as her finger disappeared into her wet pussy. She pushed it in and out slowly, which made a squishy sound that pushed his buttons. His legs tried to kick his bonds loose to no avail.
"Wait!" she said in mock surprise, after a few strokes of her mesmerizing finger-fucking.
"I don't want to ruin my pussy's appetite."
She turned back to him, playing the sweet innocent girl, as if she had discovered her sexy body for the first time.
"After all, there's a line of cute guys outside that door, all with cocks ready to fuck me."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
He sounded worried.
"Oh honey, it's ok! I've been working on this awhile. You see," she said, seeing his eyes frozen in surprise, somewhere between shock and disbelief, "I have been interviewing for this position. I've recruited far and wide for the cutest, hottest guys. For almost a year now."
"Mmph!"
She chuckled, and sat on the bed, legs crossed. She was all business as she addressed him.
"If I'm going to fuck other guys, honey, it has to be done my way. I won't fuck any old guy, you know."
"Mmm-hmm.." she said, running her fingernails up and down his cock lightly, barely touching his balls; still, he jumped at her touch.
"So don't worry honey, I'm a very picky girl... and sexy too. So I had the pick of the litter... "
She continued to trace out lines along his growing cock with her fingers as she told him more.
"The guys I pick are gentle and kind, as well as cute. I made sure. And their bodies and faces are dreamy of course. And ... well..." she said, watching him carefully, her finger back near her mouth.
"Well.. they have rather nice cocks."
"Mmph!?"
"No, honey, no! I haven't fucked them yet, of course not, but I had to test them out somehow. I had to be sure they were gentle, and clean, and nice to me, you know." She said, watching her hand run up and down her husband's chest, nodding her head slowly, willing him to agree that this all made perfect sense.
She could feel his question burning into the back of her head. How did she test them sexually?
Finally she could avoid his gaze no longer.
"I gave them all blowjobs!"
"Mmph! Mmph!"
She looked a little embarrassed at first, but emboldened by her husband's restraints, she couldn't help running her tongue along her lips.
"Oh honey, not all at once of course, and it took me awhile to get up the courage, but once I did, well..."
She sighed, dreamily.
"Well, I fell in love with each and every cock that is outside that door. Thick ones, long ones..." she stopped and frowned a little in thought. "Actually, come to think of it, they are all thick and long!"
She smiled at him sexily.
"Mmph!"
"But their cocks are all different, in their own way." She edged closer to him.
"Like how long and how hard I can blow a cock before it cums."
She leaned into him, sucking her finger between her stirring words. More pre-cum oozed out of him now than had been produced by her milking fist earlier.
"Like how much cum each cock can spurt into my mouth. Mmm hmmm..."
She smiled down wickedly at him.
"The texture of the cum in my mouth. As it slides down my throat."
His cock was nearly bursting.
"The taste of a cock's cum, on my tongue. How salty? How sweet?"
He was stunned into silence.
"I was very thorough. And it goes without saying for a guy to qualify, he had to let me run the show. No grabbing my head, no thrusting. Oh, I give these guys the time of their lives, each and every time..."
"... But only if they follow my instructions. Like you," she said, tapping the tip of his nose before rising and climbing onto the bed, over him, her tits grazing his forehead.
"Mmmm, honey, just thinking of all those tasty, hard, thick and virile young cocks, that I sucked off each afternoon for months and months, oh..."
She straddled him, her eyes closed in ecstasy, biting her upper lip. She began to slide up, and up, and mounted his face.
His head, eyes wide, disappeared as it was locked deep between her sleek, powerful, thighs.
