Taking it Up a Notch

My wife, Amy, and I have been married for almost fifteen years. We were each other’s first sexual partners, and we actually managed to hold off on mating until after the wedding. So, sex has definitely been a journey of discovery for us since day one.

Amy is certainly a demure and modest woman, not all that “worldly,” which is one of the things I love about her. But starting a few years ago, she began expressing a desire for me to take control in the bedroom, including tying her up and blindfolding her. I’ve been only too happy to oblige and have introduced handcuffs and other restraints to our sexy time. But I have also been trying to think of ways in which to take it up a notch!

I had purchased a few bondage accessories online that I hoped to introduce in the bedroom in the near future. These included a triangle-shaped overhead restraint bar, padded leather handcuffs for hooking to the bar, a leather thigh-spreading harness, and an ankle spreader bar. Getting these things was a massive turn-on for me, and I made Amy aware that I had purchased a few “items” to use in the bedroom but would not tell her what they were. She was indeed curious and eager to find out what I was up to.

We lead busy lives, with full-time jobs and two school-age kids (both of whom have special needs). So, sex has become something of a luxury. Due to the infrequency of our intimate times, I found it challenging to introduce these items to her, as I wanted the time to be right. Finally, a Saturday night rolled around on which we were both awake after the kids went to sleep, and I resolved to bring out the accessories and have a little fun. Part of me was still hesitant, but I knew that it was just nerves and that I needed to follow through.

I gave her a blindfold and instructions to go into the closet, strip down, put on one of her silk robes, and cover her eyes. She willingly complied. In the meantime, I got everything set up and situated. For the overhead bar, I was able to utilize the ceiling hook I had installed for suspension exercise; I guess the hook turned out to be multipurpose—I could use it for working out my muscles and her pussy!

After I had the bar securely fastened to the hook, I put on tantric music and lit some incense. I also had our box of toys ready. The stage was set – Amy was about to be treated like a sex slave (and she was gonna love it!)

I opened the closet and led her into the bedroom by the hand. I asked her what she was feeling. She said she was excited and curious; just want I wanted to hear!

I abruptly removed her robe and let it fall to the floor. “Get rid of this,” I said. She now stood naked and blindfolded before me. I began running my hands over her body and gently kissed her mouth and neck. I told her to hold out her wrists, and I put the padded cuffs on them, then hooked them to the overhead restraint bar. I then made her spread her feet apart and attached the cuffs at each end of the spreader bar to her ankles.

The mother of my children was now totally vulnerable as she stood before me nude, wrists bound above her head, ankles forced apart, blindfolded. She was a sight to behold. Man, was I gonna enjoy this!

I removed my clothes and began by kissing her hard and deep on the mouth, then lowering my lips to her neck. I then dropped to my knees and began kissing her chest, stomach, hips, and thighs, moving around to her back and ass. I returned to my feet and, while standing behind her, reached down to her vagina and began fingering her clit. I put my middle finger to her pussy and felt its warm, moist heat. She was wet and ready! I vigorously rubbed her clit while she responded with increasingly rapid breathing and faint moans. My hard cock was pressed against her back, smearing precum on her skin.

I kept up the assault on her clit, and her panting and moaning intensified. When it was clear that an orgasm was overcoming her, I stopped and walked over to my little box of tricks. I retrieved the pink rabbit vibe, her favorite toy. I knelt before her and gave the vibe a lick for lubrication before putting the tip to her pussy. It took a little persistence, but I soon found her entrance with the vibe, then slowly, but forcefully, inserted it into her body and turned it on. I eased the larger part of the vibe in and out of her cunt while keeping the smaller part pressed against her clit.

It wasn’t long before she was gasping and groaning with intense pleasure as another orgasm took possession of her body. “OH, GOD! OH GOD-OH GOD-OHGODOHGOD!” she growled through clenched teeth. I wrapped my right arm around her waist and under her ass, just in case her knees gave out as she came; I didn’t want to take a chance that the cuffs would cause pain or possibly fail to hold her up.

After a thorough working over with the rabbit vibe, I pulled it out of her. It glistened with her juices. She stood there, teetering but held up by the cuffs, recovering from the seismic activity her body had just experienced.

“I’m not quite done yet,” I purred as I rose and walked back over to the toy box and exchanged the rabbit vibe for another of her favorites: the wand massager. This baby has sent her into the stratosphere when pressed against her clit.

I walked back over to her and knelt back down before her dripping cunt. I switched on the wand and placed it on her clit. She was immediately in the throes of intense pleasure yet again, writhing in sweet agony as she struggled with her wrists cuffed above her. “Oh fffuuuuhhhhk…..” she moaned. My innocent little Amy hated the word “fuck,” but she would occasionally use it during sex because she knew it turned me on. I’m not positive, but I’m reasonably sure this was spontaneous and not for my benefit.

After a few minutes, I’d decided she’d had enough and removed the vibe. I remained on my knees and wrapped my arms around her again, kissing her stomach, then up to her neck, and finally her mouth.

“You had enough?” I asked.

“Y-yeah…” she gasped. “I need you inside me!” she pleaded desperately.

I released the cuffs from the overhead bar and attached them to each other behind her back. I uncuffed her ankles from the spreader. The blindfold remained.

“I will go inside you soon—when I’m ready.” I stood up in front of her, kissing her sweet mouth again. “Get down on your knees,” I commanded. She dropped to her knees in front of my cock but seemed puzzled as to why I made her do so.

“There’s only one reason to have you on your knees. Take me in your mouth,” I ordered.

She promptly opened her mouth, and I guided my cock into it. She began sensuously feasting on the end of my cock while I looked down upon her lovingly. Because she has a small mouth, she can usually only take the first couple inches, but that’s just fine. I decided to try fucking her mouth by slightly thrusting my hips; it went in a bit too deep, and she wound up gagging. No matter; she quickly resumed sucking.

I decided to detach the handcuffs from behind her back, and once freed, she took my shaft in both hands and eagerly continued fucking me with her mouth. It was incredibly erotic and hot, watching my demure wife with a hard cock in her mouth.

I then pulled out of her mouth, pulled off the blindfold, and got down on my knees before her. We embraced and began kissing passionately. It was magical—two lovers lost in a kiss, exploring each other’s smooth, naked bodies with our hands, both so very much ready to join together in the sacred act of mating.

I thought about fucking her right there on the carpeted floor but decided the nearby bed would be better. I helped her to her feet and told her to climb up and lie on her back. Then I crawled in between her thighs and gently penetrated her warm, juicy pussy with my throbbing cock.

We proceeded to have some of the most sensual, passionate, and meaningful sex that we’d had in forever. I was actually able to make it last. I had been having difficulty with PE over the last few years, going off within seconds of entering her. But I finally got a break from it this time, as I was able to hold up for a few minutes, which seemed like forever. I had been working on edging myself recently, so I got to put that to use a few times; as I felt an orgasm approaching, I stopped, clenched, and was able to stave it off.

“God, I feel so close to you. I love you so much,” I whispered in her ear as I rhythmically undulated my hips, moving my cock in and out of her silky vagina.

“And I love you,” she replied.

This was pure heaven! We connected on a level beyond sex, beyond the physical – our souls made love. We needed this so badly.

Soon I felt my balls gearing up for another attempt to reclaim her body by filling her with semen. I made no effort to stop it this time. I surrendered, and my cock exploded, pumping several spurts of cum into the welcoming depths of her pussy.

After I was thoroughly drained, we lay together, in love, basking in the afterglow of what we just did. It all went better than I could have possibly imagined!