With the cloth belt from my bathrobe, I tie her wrists together firmly. As luck would have it, the Cialis is still with me and that little disciplinary action combined with her bare cunt staring at me has gotten me hard again. As I drop my robe, my precum is already beginning to emerge from the tip of my prick. I caress her warm cheeks and stroke her vulva with my slippery cock. It all feels so silky smooth. She is still silent and motionless. I trace my prick over her labia that seem to be engorging. They start puffing and her inner labia start blossoming out, now slippery and wet. Her sex is dilating already. Then I stick two fingers in and start working towards her g-spot. Her hips are swaying and she's rocking them up and down and pressing towards my fingers. I get into rub her spot faster with a bit more pressure. Her moaning starts. With my other hand, I reach around and find a nipple to play with. Her level of sexual excitation is elevated as I can pinch it pretty hard and it makes her moan. With nipples hard as rock, I move that hand down to her clitoral erection. I use round circular pressure on it while I slide my two fingers over her spot. Jill is getting so wet her cunt is making slurping, slushy sounds as I work it. Suddenly her back humps up and she squirts a hot stream into my palm. There it was again, that was it, I got behind her and mounted her like a breeding stallion mounts a mare. I slammed into her hot wet vagina. We were meeting each other's strokes. My balls were making a slapping sound. She was moaning louder and struggling in vain attempt to free her hands. Luckily my balls had reloaded with fresh seed overnight. I was holding her hips tight, my fingers digging into her voluptuous hip flesh. I think I fucked her hard. That may have been a new world record for me. "Oh, fuck me master, take me, deeper, pleeeease Master." She felt so tight on my cock, her cunt was electric. As much as I tried to hold out, my balls had their on agenda and spewed my seed deep in her gaping pussy. It was indescribable, I know that I had never had a better orgasm in 38 years! Meanwhile she collapses face down on the tiles. I can see her breasts forced out from under her on either side, nipple still rosy red and distended, legs still splayed wide. She is panting, our cum is leaking out and dripping down on the tile.
I untie her wrists and help her to her feet and we embrace. We kiss and she purrs "were did that come from?" Only slightly pausing, then "Sir" she says.
"I told you that you are the best thing in my life, I love you and after all these years, you are still the most sexy, exciting woman in my life." Now getting back into my dom character, "just because I gave you a good fucking doesn't mean my birthday present is over. Get dressed there is someplace I want to take you, and don't forget the dress code" I say as I leave her bedroom.
The rest of the morning was spent ordering Jill around the house, doing housework while I watched her. Occasionally I'd walk up to her and give her a tight hug taking liberties to fondle her breasts and ass. I was like a kid in a candy shop now that I could touch her any way I wanted. She didn't seem to mind it, even when I fingered over her sex. A couple of times I edged her. Holding her tight and getting her wet and moaning before I suddenly stopped leaving her to pant. I made her lick my fingers when I was done, she did not resist that. However, she had a look of indignation on her face after I removed my fingers from her lips. Her twat felt so smooth and delicious but I resisted taking her despite my drug induced erection that kept seeking her warm slit. It would get its chance later.
In the late afternoon, I went into the next phase of my fantasy. I pulled the car around front and told her we were going for a drive. She nonchalantly reached for a jacket on the way out, I'm guessing that she wanted an addition layer of clothing. "It's nice and warm out today my pet, you don't need that. Besides, I love how that dress is so thin, I can almost see your lovely body through it." That was true the floral print was a very light, pastel color, and thin as well. When se walked in the sunlight, I could make out her form, how delightful, and sexy.
Her:
Geese, we are in the car and going somewhere. I sure wish I knew where. All I have on is this stupid flimsy sun dress and shoes. I feel so naked. My crotch is clean shaven and my nipples will be so visible pushing at the thin printed material of my dress. I hope he is just taking me for a drive and we are not going to stop anywhere. My mind wonders back to being shaved. It was scary, yet exciting and humiliating all at the same time. I can't believe he gets so turned on by my gush, or as he calls it, squirt. I thought that would be so revolting to anyone but he genuinely loves it. I can't decide whether it's perverted on not. All I know is the release felt so good.
Okay, here we are at an Equine Tack Shop, you know, saddles, bridles, horses harness, and western wear. Maybe he wants to get me some sexy cowgirl cloths, riding pants or tall leather boots. But no, he wants me to go into the shop and pick out a riding crop. What the hell? He had better not be planning to beat me with it. I have orders to go into the store first, then after a few minutes, he will come in and pretend not to know me. He wants to watch me, oh damned, if the air conditioning is too chilly, my nipples will stand out like miniature Eifel Towers. I have never felt so naked and vulnerable in public. I am supposed to eventually pick out the one with the fattest handle (for whatever reason?) and a leather loop at the business end. I start picking through them and this young, to me anyways, handsome attendant rushes over to ask if I need help. It's so embarrassing. Here I am in nothing but this stupid thin dress and heels. He asks if I need help. I said no thanks but he's pretty insistent. His name tag says RICHARD. He looks to be about 40 and is well built, quite handsome really with classic rugged features. His arms look so tanned and strong and oh my god, there go my nipples, rising hard and pushing at the material as I had feared. I tried to turn away and cover them with my arms and pray he doesn't notice. He asks me what I'm riding, he wants to help me choose a suitable crop. I told him it is actually meant to be a present for my husband. I couldn't bear to tell him that my husband (Master) would be probably riding me with it but from his smerky smile, I think he realized right away what was going on. For a second his gaze went down to my nipples then he looked deeply into my eyes.
With a now serious look on his face but a sparkle in his eye he said "I think I know exactly what you are looking for" and he directed me down to the end of the display. I felt his eyes checking me out as I walked in front of him. I felt jack's eyes watching me as well. In horror, I felt my pussy lubricating and collecting at the entrance of my vagina. Oh, please don't it let run down my leg or drip on the floor, I am painfully aware that I have no panties on to dam any such moisture.
"We get a few ladies looking for presents like these, always for their husbands, every month or two." As he picked out short black leather-bound crop with nice large flat leather flap on one end and an exquisite, lace wrapped handle with a very noticeable knob. He holds it in his hand and flexes the 2 foot long shaft a couple of times. I said "I think he wants one with a leather loop at the end, something about making a snapping sound when you use it." Then he demonstrates how the leather flap makes a low snap as he slaps his open palm when he strikes it. He suggestively caresses the handle and lets the handle slide through his fist a few times. I'm sure I blushed but my eyes remain fixed on this obscene gesture. Then I look up at him and he definitely has a sly smile.
The salesman named Richard looked deep into my eyes again, my knees are getting week, in a low tone asked "do you think this would fit comfortably?" it took me no time to decode the question and I'm sure I must have turned several more shades of blush and probably let a few moist drops hit the floor. "We call this our 'Anastasia's Delight' model" he says, obviously named after the submissive female character in the 50 Shades of Gray novels.
"I'm sure it will do" I choke out with a now dry throat. I just about lost it right then and there when I noticed my husband, on the other side of the aisle, smiling at me, giving a slight nod. "I guess this one is the one." I take it by the handle and notice my fingers easily wrap around it comfortably. The shaft is about two feet long with that extra large flap. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this. Richard smiles broadly at me and asks if I want it gift wrapped as I stuff my credit card in the machine. I grabbed it and marched out of the store trying hard not to look too conspicuously fast. After I exit the store I'm practicaly sprinting in the direction of the car. This has been the most embarrassing thing I have done since I started this 'serving my husband 'thing. But I had to admit that it was kind of thrilling though, in a covert sort of way. I'm sure I'll never see Richard again. It sure got my 'randy' juices flowing, though.
Me: I strolled lazily back to the car. Jill has already let herself in and seated. As soon I get in, I reach over and kiss my wife. She kisses back and through the kiss she mumbles something like "Sir, please don't make me do anything like that again," then I reach down to her knee and felt my way up to her crotch. She remembered to open her legs as she has been trained. I lean over and kiss her on the lips. She sucks in a quick breath as we are kissing because my two fingers push past her vulva and into her slick, wet vagina. She is undeniably aroused. The kiss gets deeper, our tongues are swirling and I'm liking it. My fingers are deep inside her now, my thumb on her clitoris. I'm gently moving my digits and Jill's breath is quickening. "Sir, someone is going to see us!" I told her "they may think we are just kissing, no one can see that I'm masturbating you with my other hand." I take my time and roll her clit and stroke her g-spot until she seems to be feeling more uncomfortable than turned on. I slide out and lick her honey off one finger and move the other dripping finger to her lips. She knows what is expected and licks it off and even draws it into her mouth and sucks it clean. A kind of a smile, slight and unsure fleeted her face. I kissed her again and told her I loved her. She was silent. We drove home in silence. I could not read her feelings. I was hoping it was sensual or exciting, exhilarating or any combination of those feeling but prayed it was not too humiliating. I wanted her to be accepting of a new awareness to sex, to bask and even revel in the excitement of it, whether she initiates it or has it thrust upon her. Mostly, I wanted her to experience her first ground breaking, earth shaking and elusive orgasm! We have not got there yet but I have a few cards yet to play.
