My marriage to Lisa had gone stale, family obligations pushed our love life to the back but after some difficult conversations, we agreed that we would explore some fantasies to recharge our relationship.
We started watching porn, going down the rabbit holes together and I began to notice an especially heated reaction from my wife when watched videos of shared wives. Neither of us got into cuckholding but when we learned the stag term, it made our searches more productive.
When we would find time to make love, I'd whisper in my wife's ear about the videos we've watched taking pleasure in her reaction.
We had planned a night away from the house, a rare and welcome diversion. It gave her an opportunity to get dressed up and she would often wear on of the pairs of shoes I'd bought for her. It was always a sexy high heel, paired with a sundress that showed off her legs and tits for my enjoyment.
We've played around with light bondage and sensory deprivation before so without telling Lisa I made sure to pack a few things in my bag just in case the mood struck.
We checked in to our hotel and with our reward status got a great suite with a balcony overlooking the harbor. We dropped off our bags and went to the hotel bar for a drink. We sat together on our phones sharing ideas for the evening. We settled on a seafood place in the harbor and figured after we'd walk around and see what else there was to do.
We went to our room to dress and I told her how great she looked when she stepped away from the full length mirror finally satisfied with her handiwork.
As I stood up from the chair, see stepped to me and we kissed, I was careful not to smudge her makeup so we didn't have to start the whole process over again. As we moved away from each other, I reached under her dress and pulled down her thong. She giggled and resisted, saying she can't do that but I was persistent, telling her I'd tear them off if she didn't take them off. Finally relenting, we walked out the door arm in arm.
I didn't comment on her going commando but I got a thrill walking to the restaurant when the breeze kicked up and I saw her flinch, grabbing the hem of her dress in panic.
Dinner was great, we both made an effort to avoid the more mundane discussions of our shared lives and enjoy our time as a couple.
We walked out of the restaurant and towards the water. We passed a bar with patio seating and band playing outside. We went, found a seat at a high top table and ordered our drinks. Throughout the evening, I noticed another couple more or less our age and it seemed that every time I looked up they were looking in our direction. They were talking to each other, more like sharing secrets but grinning the whole time. The wife (I assumed) would get big eyes when her husband would say something that appeared to shocked her.
After a few rounds, I excused myself to go to the rest room. When I came out, the wife and Lisa where chatting, commenting on each other's clothing with the other wife frequently touching Lisa's arm or leg. When I got back to the table, the other wife said Lisa's an absolute doll and wished us a good night.
We had one last round and said we'd head back to the hotel after. Lisa went to the restroom and I decided to take my chance. I introduced myself to the other couple (Brian and Kelly) and we exchanged phone numbers. I told them we'd be in town one more day and if they liked, we could spend the day together. Brian spoke for the first time and said he'd be happy to see the girls together, they appeared to make quick friends.
Lisa came out, we said our goodbyes and she and I walked out arm in arm again.
We went up to our room. Lisa, obviously feeling her G&Ts, with a mischievous grin, asked what we wanted to do for the evening. I got a serious look on my face and asked "Lisa, do you trust me?' She said yes, giggling but then seeing my face, she saw the seriousness of my question and more demurely repeated herself "Yes, I trust you."
I kissed her mouth and then turned her around. Reaching into my bag on the bed next to me, I took out a blindfold and put it around her eyes. I could see her skin goose pimple as the blindfold blocked out the light.
I took the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it pool around her ankles.
I eased her down on the bed and asked her again if she trusted me. She bit her bottom lip and and nodded her head. I insisted that I needed to hear her say it and she said "Yes." I said "Yes, what?" To which she replied, "Yes, I trust you."
I took her hands together and raised them above her head, handcuffing them together. I then lashed them to the ropes I'd run under the mattress while she was getting ready.
I eased down her body, kissing tenderly as I worked to her feet, and did the same there.
I made my way back up, spending a few extra moments kissing and licking the crease where her hip met her thigh. I took particular pleasure in writhing trying to get my tongue to make contact with her waxed pussy but I moved away every time she turned her hips.
Continuing up I took a nipple in my mouth and worked it between my lips and tongue. Pulling, ever harder until she grunted in discomfort.
I kissed up the rest of the way to her mouth and this time I mimicked the route my tongue would take when I ate her pussy. Alternating between chewing on the lips, liking them, then flicking my tongue in the corner of her mouth where her clit would be.
I put my mouth to her ear and asked again, "Do you trust me Lisa?" Understanding the process, she said, "Yes, I trust you Mike."
At that, I put a set of headphones on her ears and picked a station on my phone that would play some chill music. This was music without a definitive beginning or end to the song.
Lisa was now devoid of her sense of sight, hearing or time.
I reached back into my bag and removed the remote control vibrator I had bought without her knowledge. I reached between legs and was happy to find her pussy nicely wet. I dipped the vibrator into her wetness briefly, then brought it to her mouth and she french kissed it. I almost lost my composure at this moment.
While she never had an issue with tasting herself, whether on my fingers, my lips or my cock, I'd never seen her go after the taste of her pussy like this.
I reinserted the vibrator in her pussy and rested the stimulator on her clit. She groaned at the touch and arched her hips to force herself against it.
Without turning it on, I stepped away, back to my bag and retrieved a cigar and my cell phone.
She started calling for me, asking me where I went. I just touched my finger to her lips in a shushing fashion and stepped out onto the balcony.
Lighting up my cigar, I leaned back against the rail and opened up the app controlling the vibrator. I turned the vibe up to a very low setting. I then dialed the phone as I looked into our room at my wife on the bed. She was again biting her lip and occasionally speaking what I assumed was her calling my name.
