Jim, as I knew he would be, was fine with Beth and I having time together. He became very turned on when I told him of Beth's visit to our house, to our bed, and after my very willing mouth took care of his 'problem', we talked some more about it.
He realized that I was having a resurgence of my sex drive, and he encouraged me to pursue my newly-found obsession with Beth, to explore with her if I wanted to. When I told him of thinking about visiting her for a couple of days when he was away on business, he was fine with it, just asking that I share the details with him.
The first night of my stay with Beth, that following week, was all about her and me, just the two of us, that night.
After a light dinner at a grille near her house, we returned to her home, fixed ourselves a couple of strong drinks and at her suggestion, we slipped on a couple of simple tee shirts, and leaving just our panties on.
Taking me by the hand, we went into her bedroom, where we lounged in her bed, finishing our drinks, and trading touches and kisses as we did so. We finished our drinks, and she told me to take off her panties, that she needed to feel my mouth on her pussy.
She pushed my head, gently but firmly, between her legs and I went very willingly with my mouth and tongue to her sweet-smelling pussy, trying my very best to devour her love-box.
My own pussy was on fire with a need to orgasm as I brought her to repeated climaxes with my mouth. I held on to her breasts, under her tee shirt, loving their feel in my hands as I eagerly filled my mouth with her pussy and clit; like mine, her clit was very pronounced and large, and felt simply wonderful between my lips as I sucked her to orgasm after orgasm.
We took a break so that I could give my mouth a rest, and when she returned to bed after fixing us a couple of more drinks, she had me take off my tee and panties, so that she could freely play with me as we sipped our drinks and touched each other.
Her hands brought me to the brink several times but wouldn't let me cross over the line, and I so needed to cross over the line to reach orgasm. She reached into her nightstand drawer, and retrieving a couple of silk scarves, she held them up to me, and asked if she could tie me with them. My answer was to put my drink on the bedside nightstand on my side of the bed and to hold out my wrists to her.
She teased my nipples with her mouth as she tied my arms above my head, by my wrists, to her bedposts; once secured, she knelt over my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth, telling me to get her off just one more time, and then it would be my turn.
I can't describe the incredible turn-on it was for me, to be restrained, and to have her pussy forced on me; it really wasn't forced-sex, not at all, I was fully into the whole scene, relishing the new role of a submissive.
She did indeed reward my submissiveness by bringing me to climax, and quickly at that, after I had serviced her. My orgasm was incredible, her abilities with her tongue astonishing to me.
And she knew it, she knew that she had me 'under her spell', under her control.