Control Issues (L)

My wife and I have a fairly active sex life for a couple with three children. We do lots of fun things. However, busyness and child rearing had taken their toll on some of our spontaneity. So when my wife announced that the charity board she was serving on had their annual meeting in Hawaii this year, and that meeting took place very close to our ten-year anniversary, we were excited to both go on this trip and make a few memories.

We immediately got to work on the preparations. She worked out travel details for us, as well as travel details for her parents, who agreed to come to town to look after our children while we were away. I was burning the midnight oil to make sure that my job wouldn’t miss me for a week while we were gone. Oh, and preparations to help ensure that we would have a night or two that neither of us would ever forget.

My wife enjoys the feeling of being tied up as I go to town on her, whether that involved me nibbling on her breasts or eating her out. There is just something about the lack of control that turns her on and excites her like nothing else. Up until now we had just used my old ties and the headboard. I decided to experiment with a harness set that sat under the mattress and left tie points on the corners of the bed. This seemed exciting because now I would be able to tie her legs spread eagle; our bed has no tie points on the footboard end.

The weeks passed and we finally made it to our trip. We got on the flight, touched down in Hawaii hours later, and made our way to the hotel. I am sad to report that no shenanigans took place on the plane, we both think that it would be fun to fool around on a flight but sometimes the situation is just not favorable.

Anyway, we made it to our hotel and after a brief look around we got to our room and unpacked. I had packed my new harness kit under a pile of shirts in my luggage and it stayed hidden until finally the morning of her first meeting rolled around. I kissed her goodbye that morning, saying something about checking out the pool while she was gone, but as soon as she was out the door I sprang into action. I lifted up the mattress and placed the harness system.

I found some candles down at the gift shop and placed them strategically. I am sure the attendant knew I was up to something because why would anyone buy seven candles at fifty bucks a pop, but thankfully she was discrete and did not let on. Once I had the room set I looked at my watch and realized I still had hours to kill. So I went and did a few laps in the pool. I thought the exertion might tone me up a little and I also liked the fact that it would make my slight deception from earlier true and I wouldn’t have to feel like I had lied. Once I was done I went upstairs and showered and shaved, making sure I was clean and presentable tonight, then, out of exertion from swimming or overexcitement, I decided to set an alarm and take a nap. The sun streaming in the window seemed so pleasant that I decided to do a little tanning and just sleep naked. From there I vaguely remember hitting snooze on my alarm a couple of times, but not really being ready to get up, apparently I burned too much midnight oil getting ready for this trip.

I awoke with a start. The light was decidedly lower, I couldn’t move my arms or legs, oh and my wife’s hand was on my cock. “Good evening,” she said, “I got home and saw you laying her and thought he could use some attention.”

“And my hands and feet?” I asked, “How am I supposed to be able to touch you?”

“Well, I noticed the straps hanging out from under the mattress and decided to turn the tables on you, just enjoy it, but don’t move,” she purred seductively.

She proceeded to stroke my cock with long passes, then bursts of speed, constantly alternating, but always wonderfully gentle. I guess I was not the only one that had done pre-planning, there was a decidedly coconut smell to the air. She had brought along coconut oil. I was enjoying this feeling, but I soon found out what would happen if I decided to move. Every now and again, I would get the urge to buck my hips, you know, get the pace up and more prone to orgasm, but every time I did, she would invariably change her pace and the extra movement would delay the release, not speed it up. “Come on honey, let me cum, please? I really want to, that feels so good.”

“Well then let me put you over the edge, but I am the one that decides when you cum.” To prove this, she got up and started walking toward the bathroom. “Hold on for just a minute,” she called back as she shut the door.

So I am lying there helpless, realizing that maybe my wife doesn’t just like to lose control, she also likes to be in control. Interesting, huh? As I am deducting this, I hear the shower turn on. I consider calling out to see when she is getting back to me, but after ten years, I have realized, the plans that she has are always better than the plans that I make for myself. So I resign myself to lying there, dick in the air, keeping time with my heartbeat.

After what feels like a decade, or at least long enough for our little trip to be over –time moves slowly when tied up, naked, and rock hard- she comes out of the shower with a robe on. She comes over to the bed and reveals what took so long. She shaved her pussy completely. This is not the first time for my wife, but it is not a regular occurrence. However, she is aware that I will suck on her clit for an eternity when she is hairless. There is just something about being unconcerned with the taste or feel of hair when I am eating her out.

“It’s time for a snack,” she says. I struggle a little to sit up but it is futile obviously, I am still restrained. “Nope, different position”, she says with a smile. With that, she crawls onto the bed and proceeds to straddle my face. I immediately start licking and sucking with all of my might, loving the taste of the juices that now conveniently have gravity to assist their path to my chin. I don’t like to brag, but within a matter of minutes, I have her cumming all over my face. Her hips are grinding against my chin, setting her off like a firecracker. Her thighs are clamped against my ears as she comes, and I wonder how I am going to be able to breathe if this orgasm lasted more than fifteen or twenty seconds.

“Ohhhhhhhh, that was nice, baby”, she says as she rolls over next to me. “I knew you had that in you.”

“My turn?” I ask, hoping to have some reciprocity. My dick at this point is hard again, it had lost some of its firmness during her shower, but that was back, and I didn’t have a way to measure the hardness, but I was sure it was harder than before.

“Close,” she said as she stood up, put on her robe, and made her way to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

So once again I am lying in a bed, naked, and rock hard. I briefly consider breaking out of the cuffs; it was not like I bought anything industrial. But as I said before, my life has always been better operating under her plans. So I resign myself to the fact that I am not in control, and that I do not have any idea of what is coming next, although if I may be corny for a moment, I was hoping it would be me.

She came back in the room after what felt like was a decade-if I may, bring a clock with you to Hawaii, apparently they do not like to tell time there. Anyway, she returned with an ice bucket and proceeded to fill two silky socks with the ice. She placed one on either side of my dick and honestly, this was the first time I have ever been happy to have lost an erection. It was starting to get mildly uncomfortable.

“I like to watch it get big and feel it grow in my mouth,” she explained when I looked at her inquisitively. With that, she promptly gobbled up my dick in her mouth. She used every trick she has ever used and apparently a few new ones because I was left gasping at times. She would start at the tip, licking under the glans just with the tip of her tongue, not hard, just enough to tickle and make me squirm. From there she would engulf my length in her mouth, I imagine it was a little easier with the slightly smaller version of me due to the icepacks, but with the head bobbing and all the ball and taint tickling with her free hand, it was rapidly getting just as hard as before. But yet, she persisted in her attempts to get me to stay still.

Here she was, bobbing up and down on my cock, using her wonderful mouth to perfection, and every time I used the slightest of hip thrusts to join in, she would change rhythm to mess me up or pull off entirely.

At this point, my brain was pretty much shot and I started simply begging to cum. But yet again, not in her plan. Through the fog, I started to wonder who really planned this. Sure, I bought the restraints, but did she trick me into buying them? She has subsequently denied anything other than a crime of opportunity, seeing me passed out naked with a set of straps to tie me down peaking out from under the bed, but these are the thoughts of a crazed man whose only clear thought is the desire to release a load of cum from his swollen balls.

Anyway, eventually I moved too much, or she just reached the next stage of her plan, I am no longer sure. She arose from the bed and went over to her luggage where she had packed along a small vibrator and some scrunchies; you know those old hair ties from the nineties. (Quick interlude again, I understand the vibrator, that has a viable reason to be along, it isn’t the first time we’ve used one, but the scrunchies?) Anyway, she proceeded to stick the vibrator lengthwise against my dick, and then put the scrunchies around both the vibrator and my dick. At first I was excited. There is no way that I wouldn’t be shooting off like a rocket with that instrument humming against my cock. Sadly, I soon learned that while it did keep me painfully hard, any time I tried to get that extra stimulation to send me over the edge, the vibrator did not play along. I would thrust, it would thrust, but always exactly where it was the rest of the time.

You are probably wondering what my wonderful, albeit devious wife was doing while this was happening. She loosened the straps on my right hand just enough so that I could reach her pussy while I sucked on her succulent tits. Every now and again she would reach down and bring some of her wetness up to her nipples. The combination of her juices with her skin was intoxicating. I tried to tease her a little, as payback for the wonderful torture that she was putting me through, but I was powerless against her moans and as her breathing quickened, I began massaging her clit with my palm as I used two fingers to piston in and out of her pussy. It was a while, but the combination of sensations eventually sent her over the edge into her second orgasm. At this point, the vibrator is still on, and I have an impossibly large pool of pre-cum on my lower abdomen. She slowly turned the vibrator off and gently removed the toy from my dick.

“It’s your turn,” she whispered as she kissed me. “How would you like me?”

“Cowgirl, but I want my hands free,” I replied.

She obliged and removed the cuffs from my wrists but insisted that I was only allowed to touch her, not anything else. Once I gave my assent, she took the vibrator, inserted it fully one time into her pussy then pulled it out. “Lubrication is key,” she said with a smirk. She placed it lengthwise between my ass cheeks so that the vibrations would stimulate my asshole, then climbed atop.

I honored her request to only touch her as I felt her warm pussy engulf my cock. It was an amazing sensation, the rise and fall of her hips while the vibrator kept sending signals through my asshole to the rest of my body. I made full use of my hands as I groped her tits and used my hands to guide her ass up and down in a perfect rhythm. I will always remember the look of her in the candlelight, breasts heaving and bouncing as she fucked me hard, biting her lip as she felt my dick invade her pussy. Eventually though all good things come to an end and I shot my load into her.

Then we curled up together on the bed, exhausted, but rejuvenated as well. “Tomorrow night, I’m in charge,” I said as we nodded off to sleep.