This story concerns the submissive relationship between a man and his hot wife. It also a contains cuckolding theme so if this does not interest you then please do not read it. This is a reworking of an earlier story I wrote but this time it has been written in the third person.
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To him, Anna was the sexiest woman alive. As Bill looked upon her - his wife, standing there in her Basque and stockings, he strained against his underwear. As he gazed at her form, he recounted to himself the wonder of it. He adored her face, eyes alive with sensuality and her soft full lips. He adored her hands as they caressed his body, sending shivers of ecstasy through him. He looked at Anna's sexy legs. Her toes were painted and her feet were encased in heels, decorating her sexy calves and oh so smooth thighs, leading up towards sexual bliss. Bill had always thought that Anna's full breasts were made to be played with; sucked licked and fondled, tongue flicking around the sensitive tips, strong hands kneading porcelain flesh. Her pussy was a dream - shaved, neat, impossibly tight and deliciously sweet.
His eyes dropped to her ass. Oh yes, her ass. Her ass, Bill could discuss for weeks at a time, touch for months and could have worshiped with his mouth for millennia. It was so soft and round like a ripe peach. He love feeling it in his hands, or feeling its smooth contours as he caressed its curves with his cock. He loved the roundness of Anna's ass-cheeks. He stroked himself through his jeans as he contemplated cupping her ass, one side at a time, celebrating her flesh. Bill moved towards his wife and encircled her waist as he brought his lips to hers for a sensual kiss, tongues entwining. He squeezed her ass, appreciating its voluptuous beauty and hissed into her ear that she was the sexiest woman alive. He dropped to his knees so that he was level with Anna's glorious pussy and slowly turned her body around. Now his prize was before him, he was overcome with lust. He slowly kissed and licked his way around her ass, alternating from cheek to cheek as he titillated her little pussy with his fingers, toying with her clitoris, working his fingers in teasing, light circles towards and away from her sex. Bill dragged his tongue over her ass from top to bottom and back, delighting in the shape of her. He could feel her excitement blossom on his finger as he emboldened his exploration of her delicious pussy, opening her lips and gently tracing his finger along their insides. He covered her pussy with his hand and savoured the heat emanating from inside. Anna felt hot to the touch, a metaphor for the passion contained within her. His index finger, glistening with nectar from her sex was poised between her lips. Bill gently glided it in between her labia and into her pussy. As she drew in a sharp breath, he could simply stand it no longer and softly kissed her asshole. A light touching of his lips to her perfect asshole became a slow, luxurious kiss, coating her in his saliva as he licked around and inside her and her perfect ass. His cock throbbed as the privilege he was enjoying occurred to him. Bill was eating her ass - her perfect ass.
She sniggered at his perversion; his stimulation of her pussy was just enough persuasion for Anna to put up with his pathetic behaviour - making muffled sounds of pleasure as the cheeks of her backside enveloped his face. His finger was now sliding in and out of her pussy in a slow, regular rhythm, never quite going into her at the same angle twice, and varying in depth as if making some map of her inner form. Anna's breathing was becoming heavier; her body responding to Bill's attention with heightening pleasure.
"What a freak her are her are" Anna taunted; stepping away from Bill's face and out of his grasp. Indulging him a little, she walked slowly over to the bed, away from him. From his knees, he stared, transfixed by her ass, swaying hypnotically, dancing seductively with her hips as she moved with authority, her natural femininity accentuating the movement. As she reached the foot of the bed, she looked over her shoulder and quietly told him to get naked and get on the bed.
Bill hurried to obey; thinking of the treat in his mind's eye. As he lay on his back, his cock wiggled back and forward, sticking up into the air. Obeying Anna's command, he closed his eyes, heightening his awareness of his other senses. Unable to see, Bill strained to hear what his wife was doing. He heard the sound of a drawer being opened and items being retrieved. The next thing he knew, each of his wrists were connected by a handcuff to opposite corners of the top of the bed. He grinned at the kinky predicament he found himself in.
Bill's apparent amusement and pleasure annoyed Anna. She scolded him "I wouldn't be so happy if I were you, Bill you have no idea what I have in store for you!" She then placed a blindfold fashioned from items from her underwear drawer over his eyes and gave his nipple a hard twist. Bill winced with pain and bucked his hips upwards. Anna responded by taking his balls in her hand and closing her fist firmly around them, warning her hubby that his continued wimpy thrashing around would result in his balls being given a proper squeeze. Bill decided he had better keep still for his own good and nodded quickly, the earlier grin on his face now a distant memory. Unbeknown to Bill, at the sight of this, Anna's face broke out in a sexy, satisfied smile. After a few seconds watching Bill squirm, she released his balls from her fist. Despite his unease at how vulnerable he felt, Bill's dick remained rock hard, betraying his excitement.
There was silence for a moment, and then Anna said "I am going to get a glass of wine. Try not to play with her cock too much while I am gone, oh wait -- you can't. Back soon.
Anna seemed gone for a very long time; Bill could hear her heels clicking on the kitchen floor as her fetch her wine. She seemed to be taking her time, going into the day room, then back to the kitchen, strolling around perhaps. Then he heard her opening the door to the lounge and entering. His cock twitched, knowing full well the busy road outside their lounge window with its currently open blinds. Bill imagined some guy walking past and glancing in to see Anna in all her splendour. Her voluptuous body poured into her Basque and legs stocking covered.
He imagined Anna turning to face the man, their eyes meeting, but instead of covering herself and fleeing the room, there is a moment of realisation - a moment when Anna realises she wants him to touch her. Bill could see her now, opening the front door and taking him into the lounge without so much as a word being said between them, sitting him down and dropping to her knees to please him with her mouth. Sliding her full lips up and down his shaft and looking him in the eye as she coated his cock in her saliva. Bill imagined Anna making appreciative sighs and coos of satisfaction as she savoured his tool as she would a dessert at an expensive restaurant. In the fantasy, the mystery man then took Anna again and again over the couch, stretching her pussy with his rough fucking of her, her nails clawing at the material of the sofa as he pounded relentlessly in and out of her. She then invited him to screw her in the ass and he obliged, curling his fist around her hair and using it to hold her body in place as he slid his cock in and out of her beautiful ass, fucking her hard, making her moan like a whore for his cum.
She did not even bother to close the blinds. Here she was getting shagged senseless, assfucked by a man she had just met and had never even spoken to, in full view of the busy street outside. Whether it was the thought of being watched or the thought of Bill listening in on the action, or simply due to the skill of her mystery lover, she came - her climax loud and of great intensity. And all the while Bill lay restrained and blindfolded upstairs, his ears the only source of information on the particulars of his wife's consensual ravishment.
Bill was snapped out of his trance by the sound of footsteps on the stairs once more. Anna entered the room slowly and set something down. Bill felt the bed shift as she mounted it. She kissed him on the lips, the rich taste of wine emanating from her. Her tongue tasted of warm red wine. Bill sucked it, savouring the taste. Anna asked him if he want a drink and he nodded eagerly in reply. A second later her mouth was on his again, wetter this time. As their mouths connected, Anna forced her tongue inside his mouth, releasing a trickle of delicious wine. Bill swallowed and gave breathless thanks.
"I must remember to close the blinds in the lounge next time," Anna giggled "I wouldn't want to cause a car crash now by distracting some driver, would I?"
Anna got off the bed and began arranging things in the room. Bill listened carefully, seeking clues as to what Anna was doing. He heard her moving about, her heels making a surprising amount of noise, even on the carpeted floor.
"Seeing as your birthday is coming up soon I am going to give you a bit of a treat," Anna said slowly and evenly. "I hope you enjoy my gift for you baby, I'm sure you'll agree it has been wrapped beautifully." Bill nodded eagerly in memory of her unbelievably sexy underwear, which to his torment remained lost to his sight.
Bill heard the sound of water, and felt Anna mount the bed, kneeling with her legs astride his. He could feel her naked ass touching his legs and it was divine. His cock was suddenly very warm -- Anna had begun to wash it with a very warm cloth. Anna traced the soft material of the cloth over his balls and up his shaft to the head and it felt heavenly. She squeezed the cloth as she reached the tip, causing hot water to cascade down the length of his penis. Bill responded, letting out a low groan of pleasure as she continued to coat him in warmth. Finally, she hung the cloth over his dick and said something about a tent that Bill didn't quite catch.
