Dave and Judy had always been adventurous in bed, but nothing like what he was watching had ever occurred to him. He had read stories and letters in magazines about women who like to be sexually dominated, and the idea interested and aroused him, but it had never occurred to him that Judy might enjoy it. Even in play, is sex about domination? He didn’t want to use force to insist, just to enhance.
Dave wanted to be sure there was no mistake. He leaned over and placed his mouth close to Judy’s ear. “The guard is going to punish his prisoner,” he murmured, “and there’s nothing she can do about it. She’s helpless.” Judy trembled and her breathing was ragged.
As he watched her face, Dave realized that he was as excited as she was by the scene that played out on the screen. He glanced back and forth from the screen to his wife’s face. Yes, he admitted to himself, he wanted to see his wife tied up, at his mercy, and it was reasonably clear that she wanted it, too.
Dave vowed to make it happen, somehow. He knew that it was a risk, but he was sure that he’d know if he was wrong. He could read his wife very well. If anything went too far, he would know it or Judy would tell him, somehow.
It was almost a week before Dave got the opportunity to act out what he and Judy had seen in the movie.
It was a cold Sunday in January. Their ten-year-old twins were out for the entire afternoon. Dave and Judy often took advantage of a time like this and spent it in bed. Dave suggested that they go upstairs and lock the door, and Judy agreed immediately.
In the bedroom, Judy sat down on the bed and Dave lit a fire in the small freestanding fireplace he had installed a year earlier. Then he sat down next to Judy.
As they lay back on the bed, Dave began to stroke Judy’s face the way he knew she enjoyed. He stroked her hair as she rested her head on his chest. He felt her whole body relax.
He kissed her softly and felt her mouth open under his. The tip of his tongue explored her lips, delaying his penetration of her open mouth. Then, gradually, he slid his tongue between her teeth and stroked the roof of her mouth. He felt her tongue play with his, swirling and sliding over it.
He twisted her long dark hair around one hand and pulled gently. He held her head back, with her neck arched. He felt her reaction immediately. Her body started to move under his and her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. He was right. Why had he never noticed this reaction before?
He reached down and slowly pulled up Judy’s sweater while he stroked her ribs. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. Her breathing was quick and uneven.
He had planned the afternoon carefully and the knowledge of what was to come was making him incredibly hungry. Dave used both hands and, with one movement, he pulled the sweater up over Judy’s head and threw it across the room. Then he reached behind her, unhooked her bra, pulled it off, and hurled it after her sweater.
He loved her breasts. They were small, with very little flesh. As he ran his hands over her chest, he could almost feel her ribs through the flesh, except for where her large nipples and aureoles colored and softened her body. He started to flick his tongue over her skin. He planted butterfly kisses on her sides and along her ribs. He ran his tongue down to her navel, which just showed over the waist of her jeans.
He pushed her back until she lay full length on the bed. Without any thought, she stretched her arms above her head and crossed her wrists. He had seen her this way many times, but he had never made the connection before. There was no doubt in his mind now. She wanted to be helpless as much as he wanted it.
Her nipples stood out from her chest and he knew that she was very excited. It was time for him to act. Earlier in the day, he had tied silk scarves to the four corners of the bed frame. Now he used one hand to pull one out and, with his free hand, he grabbed one of Judy’s wrists and held it tightly.
As he wrapped the scarf around her wrist, Judy’s eyes flew open. She held her breath and trembled.
“Don’t argue,” Dave said. “We’re going to do this my way.”
A tiny smile played around Judy’s mouth. “I have no intention of arguing,” she said huskily.
Dave quickly tied the scarf to her wrist. He slowly got up off the bed, walked around, and pulled out the scarf on the other side. Judy hadn’t moved and didn’t resist as he quickly tied her other wrist.
He looked at her, briefly serious. “You can always holler uncle if you want.” “Holler uncle” had always been their code word for “I really want to stop.” Judy nodded.
“Don’t hurt me,” Judy said with a tiny whimper. Dave smiled. She was clearly getting into the spirit of what was going on.
“I won’t hurt you, my dear,” he said, “as long as you cooperate.” He almost used a German accent, but he didn’t think he could without laughing.
Dave reached down and pulled off Judy’s shoes and socks. Then he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them, together with her underpants, over her hips and down off of her ankles.
“Yes,” he said. “Very lovely.” She had never looked more beautiful or more erotic. He quickly tied her ankles to the two lower corners of the bed with slipknots. He wanted to be able to free her quickly later, if he wanted to.
She was his now and there was nothing she could do about it. Judy closed her eyes, eager to experience what was coming next.
Dave walked to the side of the bed and sat down. He leaned over and, without warning, bit her nipple gently. Judy jumped and tried to pull away, but she could do nothing. Her bonds were secure. Dave held her nipple between his teeth and pulled and sucked.
Judy’s hips moved restlessly, searching for something that she couldn’t reach. She stayed in character. “Please don’t,” she begged. “I’m a good girl, a nice girl.”
Finally, Dave sat up and ran his finger through the curls between her legs. “I don’t think you’re a nice girl at all.” He stroked her again. “Nice girls don’t get so wet.”
Slowly, he stood up and, with great deliberation, he removed his shirt. Judy watched him, her eyes blazing with desire. He stripped very slowly, enjoying the way his wife’s eyes followed his fingers as he undid his buttons and unzipped his fly.
As his erection sprang from his shorts, Judy unconsciously opened her mouth. She had always been willing to use her mouth on him, but it was always because she knew he liked it. Now she could think of nothing but how much she wanted his huge cock to fill her mouth. The roles they were playing didn’t permit her to say so, but she could ask in another way.
“You wouldn’t make me suck that thing,” she said, and stared at his penis.
Dave smiled. He bent over and stroked her face with his hand. He ran the tip of his thumb across her lips, then gently forced her mouth open and inserted his index finger. She sucked on it as though it were his penis. He pulled his finger out and pushed it in several times, imitating the thrusting of his cock.
When he could wait no longer, he wound his hand in her hair and twisted her face toward his belly. He pressed the tip of his cock against her mouth and pushed it in. She sucked him like a wild animal, swirling her tongue around and around. She drew him to the back of her throat, then pulled her head back so he slipped almost all the way out. The torture of her sucking was too much for Larry. He tangled his fingers in the back of Judy’s hair and rammed his cock deep into her sucking mouth over and over.
It was incredibly exciting for both of them. Dave quickly realized that if he didn’t stop, he was going to come in her mouth, and that wasn’t what he had in mind at all.
He yanked her hair and pulled her mouth away. “Enough,” he said roughly.
Judy smiled briefly before slipping back into her role. “I’m a good girl,” she whined. “Don’t make me do these terrible things.”
“You don’t have any choice, do you?” Dave pulled at the scarf that held one wrist.
“No,” Judy said simply.
While he calmed down a bit, Dave kissed and teased his helpless wife for many minutes until she was writhing and reac
hing for him with her body. Her arms and legs strained at the silken restraints.
“Now, my dear,” he said, “I’m going to prove that you’re not a good girl. I know you want me.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked her wet cunt with it.
“You want me, don’t you?”
Judy said nothing. The girl she was playing wouldn’t have admitted anything.
“Tell me you want me.” He continued to rub her cunt with his cock and watch her face. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration and he could tell from her expression when she was close to coming. He backed off, raising his body on his elbows and knees so none of his skin touched hers.
He watched as she caught her breath. He was in complete control and he wanted Judy to beg to be fucked. The Nazi officer in the film would have made the heroine beg, and now Dave wanted to hear his wife do the same.
When she had quieted, he brushed her hot cunt with his penis. He stroked her slowly, watching her hips move to meet him.
“You have to tell me that you want me.” He smiled as she watched. “I have all day and I can keep this up indefinitely. You won’t get what you need until you ask for it.”
Judy looked at Dave’s face and saw that he meant what he said. He would keep teasing her until she said what he wanted. She almost wanted him to keep teasing her, but his stroking was making her crazy with need.
Finally, she whispered, “I want you.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“I want you,” she said louder.
“Beg!” he snapped.
Judy was silent. Dave pressed just the tip of his penis into her vagina. He pulled it out and repeated the process. He was fucking her with just the tip of his cock.
“Beg!”
“Please,” Judy said.
“Please what?” Dave said, still fucking her with just the tip of his cock.
“Please fuck me,” Judy whimpered. “Fuck me good.”
With one motion, Dave thrust his huge erection deep between Judy’s widespread legs. Again and again, he thrust into her until he felt her climax. As she came, so did he.
Without withdrawing, Dave reached around and pulled open the slipknot that held each of Judy’s legs. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tight inside of her.
Sweat cooled on their bodies, and, as their breathing slowed, Dave reached up and untied Judy’s wrists. Then he pulled the quilt over them and they stayed together.
When the children got home, Dave called, “Get your own dinner. Your mother and I may not come out ’til morning.”
Judy giggled and snuggled closer.
Then there was Tracy, who correctly interpreted her husband Paul’s unspoken request.
TRACY AND PAUL’S STORY
Tracy was an average-looking twenty-six-year-old woman who did her best to look anything but average. She had curly black hair that she wore short so that it formed a small cloud around her head. She frequently wore huge earrings that hung down to her shoulders. Her makeup highlighted her large brown eyes and smooth skin and she wore clothes that accentuated her figure, but she never really felt good about the way she looked.
Tracy’s banker husband, Paul, was twenty-seven and attractive enough that Tracy occasionally became jealous at parties when some woman paid too much attention to him. He was six feet tall and worked out at least twice a week to keep his almost two-hundred-pound body firm.
Tracy and Paul had been married for five years. Before they were married, their sex life had been great, but after the ceremony, Paul’s lovemaking became routine. A year earlier, Tracy had been tempted to have a brief affair with a handsome man she met at work, but, in the age of AIDS, she was afraid to indulge her desires. More recently, Paul had spent a weekend at a convention and, after a long evening of partying, had ended up in bed with a sexy conventioneer from another state. Other than those brief encounters, Paul and Tracy had been monogamous.
One afternoon, Tracy and Paul and another couple, Sarah and Gil, went to the beach. They walked down to an area where there were only a few other people, spread their blanket, and dropped their belongings. Tracy pulled off her T-shirt and shorts and sat down next to her husband.
As she sat, she became aware that Paul’s eyes were riveted on Sarah, who was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. As Gil egged her on, she did a slow striptease, taking almost five minutes to reveal her skimpy bikini. As Tracy looked down at the bulge in the front of Paul’s trunks, she couldn’t misread his reaction.
As they lay in bed that evening, Tracy hesitantly said, “I was watching you as Sarah slowly took off her clothes today. Did it excite you as much as I think it did?”
Paul was a bit embarrassed by the question, but he answered truthfully, “Yeah, I guess it did.”
“Did you ever go to a strip show?” Tracy asked.
Paul sighed and gazed at the ceiling. “Once, some years ago, some of us went to a topless bar after work. The stripping was real ritualized. You know, three girls each took off their clothes at the same time. Each of them looked bored. One actually looked annoyed at the customers for being there and making her bother with it all.” His eyes closed as he momentarily lost himself in the memory.
Tracy waited silently and hoped he would continue.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked at his wife. “I guess I have to admit that it was very exciting in spite of everything,” he said. “Today, at the beach, just watching a woman slowly exposing herself…”
Tracy leaned over and kissed him.
They made love again in the morning. It seemed to Tracy that just talking about that scene improved their sex life.
The more Tracy thought about Paul’s reaction, the more she became intrigued by the idea of helping him act out this bit of fantasy. She wasn’t sure that when the time came she would be able to carry it off, but, judging from Paul’s ardor, it would be worth the effort.
About a week later, she was ready to try. She arranged for each of the children to be away overnight. She cooked a special dinner and served a bottle of white wine. She wasn’t sure whether the wine was to improve Paul’s mood or to give her courage, but it did both.
While Paul went into the living room and settled in front of the television, Tracy went into the bedroom and changed into the outfit she had planned over the past week. It had been exciting just buying the different pieces, each in a different store. She had hunted for the shoes for three days.
She finished her makeup and checked her image in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. It was the first time she had seen the entire outfit and she was startled at the different woman who looked back at her. Could she be that person? What the hell, she said to herself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And she did have quite a bit to gain. She took a deep breath, went back into the living room, and sat in a chair across from Paul. She demurely crossed her legs.
“You changed your clothes,” Paul said as he glanced up from the TV. Tracy was now wearing a tight black skirt with a long slit up one side. She had on a white blouse that closed up the front with fifteen buttons, only ten of which were buttoned, black stockings, and black shoes with five-inch spike heels.
“And you look… different.” Paul’s eyes wandered over her body.
She had put her makeup on differently, with more drama around the eyes. Her lipstick was a deep shade of red, which matched the shade she had used on her nails. “Do you like the look?” she asked seductively.
“Yeah, I do. You look great. Are you going to come over and sit next to me while we watch the movie?” Paul patted the cushion next to him as he began hesitantly to describe the movie he had intended to watch. His eyes never left Tracy’s body.
While he talked, Tracy began to run her finger up and down her neck as she played with her large golden hoop earrings. As her fingers moved idly, they strayed to her chest and one finger slid into the valley between her breasts. Gradually she became aware that Paul had stopped talki
ng and was just watching her finger stroke up and down the center of her chest. She loved the feeling of his eyes on her, of having his undivided attention.
She reached over and picked up her wineglass and sipped a bit. She swallowed and then ran her tongue around her lips, very slowly.
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, allowing the slit to fall open. Tracy had always been proud of her long, shapely legs, which were shown off to their best advantage in her black stockings.
As she watched Paul’s eyes, darkened with lust, caress her legs, she was suddenly very turned on. It felt like a stranger was watching her do something very bad.
She reached up and unbuttoned three more buttons. She had bought a lacy white bra that hooked in the front. She had deliberately bought it one cup size too small so that it pushed her breasts up and deepened her cleavage.
“I’ve never seen you like this, Tracy,” Paul said as he licked his lips.
At that moment, Tracy was afraid that he would add something that would break the spell and she would lose her nerve, but all he said was, “I like what I see.”
Tracy could feel her nipples harden under Paul’s scrutiny and they pressed against the cups of her bra. She continued to unbutton her blouse until it fell open. Paul was staring at her breasts, which spilled out of the tight lace.
Tracy sat up and leaned forward to give Paul a better view while she removed the blouse. Then she dropped it on the floor. She sipped her wine as Paul’s eyes looked her over from head to foot.
On a whim, she took the chilled glass and ran it over her upper chest and across her upper abdomen. The cold was very erotic and the moisture from the outside of the glass made her skin shine. She put the glass down and used her fingertips to spread the film of moisture around her abdomen and ribs.
Paul reached for his glass and took a long drink, but his eyes never left Tracy’s fingers as they wandered over her skin.
She recrossed her legs and her skirt rode still higher. A thin line of pink flesh was now exposed above the tops of her stockings.
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