“Tied” Down (L)

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I was reading a book when my husband came home with my eleven-year-old son and ten-year-old daughter.  The three of them had been away for a week and a half—ten days, to be precise. I remained home because, as a cardiac surgeon, that long holiday was nearly impossible to take. We fell in love in a hospital and got married thirteen years ago. Since then, I let my husband do the long holidays, and both of us took turns to go to the school parties. The kids came in chattering about the Lakers game they had attended. Tyler was on the phone, talking to one of his residents in the neurosurgery department. It was almost eleven at night, and the younger one, Harper, got very cranky if she was up past nine at night.

I had their beds made, and as soon as they entered, I saw they’d stained their faces and clothes with soda. At least they had their dinner, so I asked Ian, the older one, to shower. It took a while to talk Harper into showering; she didn’t feel up to it. Tyler just stood by my side. I watched the kids disappear behind their respective bathroom doors with a towel around them.

“What about me? Will you undress me and make me go to the bathroom too?” he whispered into my ear, immediately turning me on.

I faced him. “Maybe,” I said. “I see stains on your shirt and hair. Your top would need to come off.”  

I took my time in baring and exploring Tyler’s skin with my hands. A fitness freak who works out like crazy, he still looks hot at forty-two. (And since we’ve been together, I’ve kept in good shape for my forty years, too.) I felt up his abs and arms while standing on tiptoe to slide his shirt over his head; he towers over me at 6’4″ tall. He wore his longish blond hair slicked back and looked even sexier than usual. I rubbed his newly-bared chest for a bit, ten noticed the little bulge forming in the front of his pants. I stroked my hand over his swelling crotch before leaning in and kissing him, but it didn’t last since I heard the kid’s showers turn off. It was time to get them dressed and to bed. 

Stroking my husband’s torso and thinking about the fun to come had my panties soaked. Because I wore a pair of jeans and a thin tank top, I draped a jacket over myself to hide my hard nipples from the kids. Then I put them to bed hastily, kissed them goodnight, and walked back to our room.

When I returned, I heard my husband in the shower. I waited for a minute, but only a minute—the fire between my legs wouldn’t allow anymore. Soon, I barged in.

Tyler’s toned butt faced me. He turned with a grin on his face; his cock stood tall and free.

Oh my! I didn’t even wait to take my clothes off. Instead, I walked directly over and we kissed hard. He pushed me against the wall and started attacking my mouth. With ease, he tore off my clothes and rinsed my long blonde hair before lifted me off to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

Thankfully, the dimly-lit room was soundproofed. Tyler dumped me on the bed unceremoniously. 

“Hands above your head,” he ordered, and I complied eagerly. His lips trailed down my neck and across my collar bones until they reached my nipple.

Overcome by the sensation, I instinctively wrapped my hand around him, but he pushed my hands into the bed immediately.

“Baby, I need you to stay still, or we have to start from the beginning—and I cannot wait,” he said. 

I nodded, and he started again. Soft moans escaped my mouth, and my breathing grew sharp. When he again reached my nipples, I tried hard to keep my hands to myself, but it was impossible. He sucked and blew on my tits, and my hands reached out to touch him.

He didn’t allow it; he pushed them back.

“Oh, baby… again? I’ll tie you up.” He walked to his closet, giving my the pleasure of viewing of his naked butt and cock. 

I wiped the sweat off my face, and within moments, he returned with a black tie. He grabbed my hands, shoved them above my head, and tied them to the headboard. Then he started where he left, my moans growing louder and louder as he reached my core. He moved down and kissed my clit, and started eating me out. My body was out of control; my hips bucked up and down to meet his mouth as he probed my wet pussy.

“Tyler! Fuck me. Please.” I begged. I was not one to use the f-word, but this time, I could not just help it.

“Oh. I will,” he said, pushing my legs open. His hard cock slid in effortlessly. He went in and out, faster and deeper with every thrust. About to cum, I couldn’t help but squeeze my eyes shut.

“I- I am… go- go-in…. going to…” I was unable to speak a complete sentence.

“Open your eyes and look at me. I want to look at you. Cum for me,”  he commanded, and my eyes fluttered open.

“TYLER!” I yelled as I came and spasmed all over him. He came with me, his blue eyes intently probing mine.

As we both settled, I heard a knock on the bedroom door. Tied to the bed, I was unable to move, so Tyler went to answer it. He pulled on a pair of sweats and walked over to the door. I remained naked and immobile on the bed.

“Dada! Where is mama?” I heard little Harper ask.

“She is just over there, Harper. What happened?” Tyler asked.

“I had a nightmare. That big…” I knew the nightmare by heart and usually read a bedtime story for her to help her overcome the scary images. This time, it was Tyler’s turn. He turned to me, knowing well that I was tied and naked and feeling tingly. He grinned and went downstairs with Harper.

After about half an hour, he returned. I had shut my eyes and almost fallen asleep, too worn out to speak. He untied me and fell asleep naked beside me, spooning my body.

The next morning, my pager woke me at ten in the morning. Tyler’s towel-clad form emerged from the shower.

“You and I both have surgeries this morning. Get ready; we have to leave in a few minutes. I’ve fed the kids, but you need to get dressed,” he said. 

By the time I got downstairs, Tyler was coming out of the kitchen with some pancakes for me. I took two and paused to look him over. He wore a white shirt, black woolen pants, and a black blazer complete with a very familiar black tie. He winked at me as we both left for work.

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11 replies
  1. LovingMan says:

    We also are professionals…or we were until retirement. This reunion sex story is excellent! Your relationship sounds beautiful to me… both the sex AND the partnership. Good job!

  2. 1blessedman says:

    As a Surgical Technologist I am happy to see that our surgeons are keeping it real and staying happy! The OR is not a great place for frustrated people. If that story was shared in the OR, I might look like I have a long kelly under my gown!

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