Joe, gasping in pleasure, arched his back and attempted to control his thrusts as he finally came, streams of hot cum bursting down Victoria's throat. Victoria swallowed as much as she could and started to gag, so Joe withdrew a little and finished unloading into her mouth. Cum oozed out of her mouth around his cock and dripped down the sides of her face and neck.
In the three months since she had hopped on the back of Joe's big cruiser, a lot had changed, resulting in her on this bed, on her back, arms and legs spread-eagled and tied to the corners, her head hanging slightly over the edge of the mattress in order to receive Joe's meaty cock. A large vibrating massager rested between her legs and on her wet pussy. A blindfold was tied snugly over her eyes.
Victoria was on the verge of coming herself, but was under strict instructions not to allow that to happen. She trembled, quivering with the built-up sexual tension, wanting to release her orgasm but also wanting to please Joe. Feeling his cum fill her mouth and throat while hearing his growls of pleasure nearly put her over the edge, but with an effort she willed herself to remain on just this side of orgasm.
In these past three months, both Victoria and Joe had learned how to artfully tease each other, building tolerance for both pleasure and the right dose of pain to the point where each of them experienced levels of lust, desire and sexual hunger they hadn't known existed.
Victoria swallowed the rest of Joe's seed as he massaged her firm, small breasts. Joe began rolling her nipples between his fingers, slowly but steadily increasing the pressure and pulling them upwards. They stiffened. He squeezed harder, holding the pressure. The wand continued to vibrate against Victoria's clit, and she began to thrust her hips into it, wondering if she would be allowed to cum yet. Her body shook with the tension, torn between the need to cum and the desire to please Joe. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore she felt his warm breath on her ear, whispering the words she craved: "Imagine Belle, naked, kneeling between your legs with her tongue soft and hot on your pussy ... cum for me Vic, cum for me, sugar."
And she did, releasing all of that built up energy, shaking and quivering, letting the orgasm crash through her body like the ocean crashing into shoreline cliffs in a storm.
As they sat in bed, spent, with a glass of Shiraz for her and a stout for him, Victoria reflected on the changes that had swept through her life recently. She had been promoted to a regional manager position, resulting in more frequent travel that came with more responsibility, much better pay, and opportunities to visit beautiful places she hadn't spent much time in before. Her relationship with Joe deepened as well, and they found themselves planning exotic, sexually stimulating and risque weekends. She spent a lot more time at the fitness center and eating right, and as a result her body toned, and she gained muscle definition and a sexual confidence she had never felt before.
She was amazed and aroused at the variety of sexual experience available to them both, and comforted by Joe's steady presence in her life. She found herself experiencing things she would never have considered doing before she met him. She thought more often about the word love, the one with a capital L.
The two of them had planned one of those weekends coming up, and she was looking forward to getting away and spending a weekend in this new exciting world.
A week later, on a warm Friday afternoon, Joe rolled the Valkyrie to a stop into the driveway of this small cottage in the foothills of the mountains a couple of hours away. The home sat in the middle of some acreage, with well-kept grounds and lots of trees and gardens.
Victoria had found the place on a website that catered to a special crowd - "AirD&S". A little corny, sure, but it got the point across and actually had really good reviews. The site featured short term rentals that all came with a room or rooms outfitted with some level of bondage and restraint gear, ranging anywhere from fully equipped and intimidating looking dungeons to plush bedrooms with soft restraints and various accessories. She and Joe, new to this, had chosen one somewhere in the middle and were eager to see it in person.
They decided to check out the place before unpacking. As promised, the guest room was fabulous. The king size bed parked in the middle on the huge room, with four polished wood posts on the corners nearly reaching the ceiling. One wall was nothing but ceiling high window looking out over a wooded forest. A small wood stove sat in the corner on tile, and thick carpets and richly colored wallpaper gave the room an elegant feel. It was lit with beautiful candled sconces and soft indirect lighting. A walk in closet held a fascinating number of risque clothes of various sizes. The large dresser had two drawers filled with various adult toys, though the website stated clearly it was guests' responsibility to bring their own favorite toys.
Victoria found the discreet door tucked into a corner of the closet, as described by the owners. It opened onto a set of dimly lit stairs leading down, taking a turn to the left, and then to a landing where there was another door, ornate wrought iron decorating the rich dark wood. Joe pushed it open, and they both stood there, mouths open in astonishment.
They had read about it online, but seeing it in person was another matter entirely. The walls were plain red brick. The floor was also hand-placed unmortered and uneven stone. Sconces on the walls held candles, and one wall was stocked with whips, leather flails, ropes, chains, cuffs and more. But the large St. Andrew's cross of thick polished wooden timbers in the middle of the room was what caught their gaze. Tiny spotlights around the perimeter shone on the cross, illuminating both the wood, and the possibilities.
Victoria's pussy immediately became drenched, and her nipples stiffened, visible through her tight T-shirt. Thoughts raced through her mind and she unconsciously reached over and began fondling Joe's ass.
Joe paused as he took in the room. Thoughts ran through his head, and he felt Victoria's hand squeezing his butt. He smiled and looked over, noticing her visible arousal.
"What do you think, sugar?" He asked.
She whistled softly, and a wicked grin appeared on her face. "I think," she whispered, "that we're going to have an amazing weekend." She kissed him, passionately, and they both began groping each other until both were breathing heavily, their clothes disheveled.
Finally Joe broke it off, and with a twinkle in his eyes said, "How about we go get ready for a drink at the pub? That'll give my dick a chance to deflate a little, I'd hate to walk in there with this thing already hard as a rock. I mean, we have to leave something for us to do while we're out."
Victoria punched him on the shoulder, exclaiming with a delighted smile, "You're terrible!"
Later that evening, Joe and Victoria rode over to the pub they had chosen, a quiet dark place, good crowd, and found a small table tucked away in the corner. Joe wore his usual jeans and boots, but this time had on a tight white button down shirt. Victoria loved how sexy he looked in that and knew all the other ladies in the bar were eying him. As usual, he was oblivious to their glances, which she found endearing.
She had chosen, at Joe's urging, a short mini-skirt, with a cropped white tank top. She showed a lot of skin and Joe thought she was hot as hell. She was a little nervous showing that much off in public, but she couldn't deny that she was horny because of it. Her pussy was continuously moist, and her nipples hardened repeatedly. She had always been somewhat embarrassed by them because they were so big and thick when erect, in spite of the fact that her boobs were a firm B cup at best. Since meeting Joe, she was more aware of how sexy they were, and she reveled in her new-found confidence.
They ordered their drinks and sat back to scan the crowd, enjoying being out where they knew absolutely no one. Victoria's hand crept up Joe's leg, finding his cock still semi-erect under his jeans. She loved feeling around to his balls, knowing he wore one of his cock rings or straps. She squeezed his ballsack, feeling his meat twitch, and she felt her nipples stiffen again. Victoria began to lightly scrape the head off his cock through the jeans, knowing that this light sensation drove him crazy and that precum would soon soak through the denim. He squirmed and grinned.
Suddenly, he said in a low voice, "Well would you look at that. Over there to the left, at one of the tables near the front."
Victoria looked up, grinning at what she was doing to his now rock hard cock and whispered, "Oohhh my goodness!! It's Belle! But I don't see her husband, I wonder where he is."
"Maybe he's just in the restroom," Joe offered.
Belle was dressed in a short blue cocktail dress, showing a lot of leg and a lot of cleavage. Joe noticed she wasn't wearing the strand of pearls, and he wondered what that meant. She had a glass of wine, and Joe also noticed that there was no other drink at the table. She was alone, he and Victoria concluded.
They decided just to observe for the time being. Victoria wanted to do the next step in their sexy evening plans. She asked, "Do you have them?"
"Of course," Joe replied, reaching into a pocket of his leather jacket. He flourished a deck of cards, smiling.
"Last winner goes first," Victoria said, shaking her head.
Joe shuffled the deck several times, and Victoria cut it and spread the cards out in a fan on the table. Joe picked and groaned. "Three of clubs," he said, mock woefully.
Grinning, Victoria chose hers, crowing,"Ha! A ten!" Gloating a bit, she said, "Now you do whatever I say, no matter what!"
"Yes I do," Joe said, managing to grin both ruefully and excitedly at the same time.
Belle appeared at their table just then, hugging both Joe and Victoria unabashedly. She exclaimed, "Oh my god! I haven't seen you in such a long time! I've missed you, where have you been!?" Belle seated herself next to Victoria, and the two caught each other up one the last several months.
Belle shared that her experience with Joe and Victoria earlier had changed her. She and her husband still went out like they did, but Belle was now much more selective about the men (and women) with whom she played, and sometimes like tonight, she went out alone. She now looked much more often for dominant types, highly aroused by being submissive and used, surprised to learn that she enjoyed being used rather roughly. She would then return home to share the evidence of her wantonness and submissive slutiness with her husband who was more than willing to get off on being a cuckold.
"Well," Victoria said. "Joe and I are experimenting a lot more as well!"
