After we got the Sybian, Val's and my sex life heated up considerably. We didn't use it all that often. First of all, Val was pretty sore after a long workout. Secondly, not knowing when I was going to strap her onto it kept Val on sort of a 'sexual edge' most of the time, since she a) REALLY liked it and b) was under my strict 'orders' not to use it on her own. That was all part of our little game.
Without really discussing it, we'd come to an arrangement where I would facilitate her being 'naughty' which helped remove some of the guilt she felt whenever she succumbed to her urges. It was all smoke and mirrors, of course, but it seemed to suit us both: Val could allow herself to go out of control and I could maintain at least a semblance of control over her.
Since our two children were now out on their own, we had the whole house to ourselves and we made the most of it. Over the next few months, we must have made love in every room, on every flat surface, in every possible position. When she wasn't working, Val would often greet me at the door in various states of undress. One of my favorites was when she opened the door wearing a tight, cropped white T-shirt and some high-heeled shoes with ties that wrapped up around her calves, tousled hair and very red lipstick.That was it. I dropped my briefcase on the floor as she wrapped herself around me, humping my leg and making me instantly hard.
"That is a pretty risque way to greet me at the door. What if I'd brought someone home for dinner?" I said sternly.
Val looked down at her feet. "I guess I wasn't thinking. Don't you like me greeting you at the door?"
"That's not the point, Valerie. What you did was VERY naughty."
She looked up, grinning shyly. "You're not going to have to punish me, are you?"
"I just may."
I took off my coat and handed it to her, and when she turned to put it in the hall closet, I quickly took off my tie. Grabbing one wrist, I threw a loop over it and before she could react (if she actually wanted to), I had her other wrist behind her. In less time than it takes to describe it, I had her hands firmly tied behind her back. (I'd been practising my technique!)
I pulled Val by one arm down into the basement. "Stand against this pole, young lady!"
Val leaned against one of the poles running down the length of our basement. I quickly went into my work room and came back with some shackles I'd purchased online. Her eyes got big when she saw them. I also noticed a flush spreading across the upper part of her chest, a sure sign of Val's arousal.
One pair of shackles went around Val's ankles with the chain connecting them behind the post. Then I removed my necktie from around her wrists and fastened on the other pair of shackles, again with the chain behind the pole.
Putting my necktie around her elbows and tying them tightly behind her, forced Val hard against the pole which must have been pretty cold because she flinched and goosebumps immediately started forming all over her body. Her nipples rose magnificently.
I stood in front of her slowly raising my eyes from her feet, along those gorgeous long legs, her freshly shaved pussy with its carefully trimmed 'landing strip' of black hair, her taut stomach, those magnificent breasts and finally up to her face which still made my heart skip when I looked at it.
"Should I have my dinner now and punish you later, you naughty girl?"
Val's nostrils flared. "Punish me now! I deserve it."
She probably thought that I would do my usual, fasten her to the Sybian and then leave her alone while I went upstairs. I'd done that twice before. A few other times, I'd stay down to man the Sybian's controls, changing them often and make her writhe and beg to be allowed to cum.
What she didn't know was that I'd hidden one of those little spy cameras and a mic so that I would know if she was being really naughty and using the pleasure machine when I wasn't around. So far, she hadn't, but the mpegs I had of her two times riding it while I was upstairs, showed that Val could enjoy the sensations of the Sybian far more than she let on. I often wondered what was on her mind as the machine drove her to orgasm after orgasm.
Stepping forward, I lifted her T-shirt and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. Val's sharp intake of breath followed by a deep sigh, showed how much it turned her on. Using both hands, I stroked her sides and stomach, eventually moving down to her hips and butt. It was hard to tell if her shivers were caused by the cold pipe she was forced against or the effects of my hands and mouth. As I moved over to her right nipple, she let out another deep groan. The middle finger of my right hand slipped between the lips of her pussy. My beautiful wife was absolutely dripping.
Standing up to my full height, I pressed against her and sucked on her left earlobe. Then I whispered, "This isn't the first time you've been this excited today. You've made yourself cum at least once, I'll bet."
As I started kissing Val's neck (a HUGE turn-on for her), she sighed, "I couldn't help it."
"Why?"
"Sometimes I just get these urges. I can't control them. You know that."
Val's voice had a dreamy quality as she drifted on her sexual high. My cock was straining in my pants, but that was part of the game too: teasing myself as well as her.
"Did you have to use any of your toys?"
As I asked my question I pressed my palm against her pussy. Her clit felt hard against it as it stuck out from her lips. This was a woman on the knife edge of an impending orgasm.
"Did you have to use any of your toys?" I repeated as I slipped a finger into Val's gushing pussy.
She moaned loudly, "Yes! Yes, I couldn't help it."
"Why?"
I kissed her hard. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and pulled gently.
I wasn't about to be distracted. "Why?"
"I, ah, walked by that health club at the mall during my lunch break. There was a guy using one of the machines near that big window at the front. He... Oh, god, Mike. He had the most amazing package. Claire, the new girl at the store, and I stopped and gawked at him. He knew we were there and spread his legs wider and it started to swell up. I thought I would cum right on the spot."
I stuck a second finger into her pussy and moved my palm lightly over her clit. Val writhed against her shackles, trying to press her body down harder against my hand. Keeping a smile off my face, I lift my palm away from her and she moaned in frustration.
"So what did you do when you got home?"
"I almost had to do it at work! But I waited, and when I got home I used my-"
"Your 'big blue buddy'?" That's what she called her largest dildo. "I'll bet you had to fuck yourself hard with it. How many times did you make yourself cum?"
"Just once," she answered and I immediately started to remove my fingers. "No, please... I made myself cum a few times."
"How many?"
"Three, I think. It might have been more."
I again pressed my palm against Val's pubic area and she immediately began humping herself on it. It was an outrageously sexy thing to do, but I knew she was in heat and only had an orgasm on her mind. When she was right on the verge, I pulled my hand away.
"Michael, please! You have to let me cum! Please..."
I kissed her cheek. "No, my love. You have to be punished a bit more for being so naughty. You know the rules." I started up the stairs. "Now, I'm going to have my dinner and then I'll be down. I want you to think about what you did."
As I got to the top of the stairs, I flicked off the light. Val called after me, "Michael, please! Just one orgasm. You can't leave me hanging like this. Please!"
I shut the door and imagined what she must be feeling. On the days where she took control of our lovemaking and would tie me to the bed, she'd often tease me seemingly for hours. Release, when it finally came, was like an explosion ripping through my body. I wanted her to experience the same thing.
My wife has the most outrageous clitoris. When we were engaged, the first time she finally let me slide my hand down the front of her jeans, I bumped into it as it as it forced its way out from between her lips. I couldn't believe what I was feeling.
A few weeks later, I actually talked her out of those jeans and got to examine it up close. Wow! Not being all that experienced with female apparatus, I got busy researching it. In those days, we didn't have the Internet the way we do now, but just finishing up university, I had access to a very large library. Since then, I've widened my knowledge.
I'd found out that Val has one clit in a million, maybe ten million. Her outer lips are small and not all that fleshy, and because that amazing nubbin is over 1/2" long when fully erect, it pokes through when she's excited. I also now knew the reason she kept her pubic hair trimmed short, the little vixen. She WANTED her clit to rub against her panties.
To say the least, I was fascinated. It was like a little cock and could be rubbed along its length and was definitely made for sucking. In those pre-marriage days, we'd quickly moved into pleasuring each other orally and Val never failed to have several massive orgasms when I did her. Wanting to respect her wishes to remain a virgin until our wedding night, it had become a very servicable alternative to intercourse.
Shaking myself out of my reverie, I sauntered back down to the basement. Val's head was hanging, her long black hair hiding her face and she was breathing hard. When she lifted her head, her flushed skin and glazed expression told me that, if anything, she was even MORE turned on than she had been. Hmmm...
I walked up to Val and blindfolded her. I also used the opportunity to suck on her nipples and slide a finger down her slit. Her inner thighs were slick with lubrication. She was ready -- but she wasn't going to get what she expected.
A week or so earlier, I'd purchased something special and had been modifying it for just such an occasion as this. It was called The Rider and it was sort of a rocking seat with a dildo attachment. Rock forward and the dildo goes up, back and it goes down.
