Al immediately picked up on his wife’s “challenge” to his explicit instructions as a signal to go ahead. It was a big step, but she still had her safe word, “elephant,” of course. That crucial aspect of this new experience had been covered before the evening had begun in earnest. “So far, so good,” he thought to himself as he climbed onto the bed straddling his wife’s torso. His dick pointed directly at her head. “Lift your head up, slave and don’t move. Do it! I warned you against speaking out of turn.” In less than a minute he had tied two of the black satin strips into a makeshift cleave gag. Again, the gag wasn’t very tight at all, but it wasn’t about “tight.” It was about “new.”
Zoe accepted the gag without complaint, at least any oral complaint. As she laid her head down, she used her widening eyes to convey her faux fear to her husband. It was a turn-on for both of the lovers. For his part Al sat back on his haunches, careful not to cramp his wife underneath him and continued to stroke his penis slowly and methodically. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock. “You know, slave,” he said, “when I contracted to purchase you I told the procurer that I wanted a beautiful blonde with big, fleshy tits and now here you are.”
Al reached back and found his wife’s pussy which was covered with her own lubrication. Pausing to diddle her clitoris a bit, he coated his right hand with her abundant moisture and then went back to stroking his cock. Balancing on his knees Al placed his cock between his wife’s breasts which, due to her supine position, hung to either side. Using both hands he folded the fleshy tits up over his extended penis. The effect was like wrapping a hot dog in a fresh, oversized bun. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched Zoe’s nipples, but not too hard, just hard enough to ensure that her soft tits would stay where he wanted them- wrapped around his dick.
Using his thigh muscles to begin a rocking, pistoning motion, Al began to fuck his wife’s beautiful breasts, slowly and methodically. Back and forth, back and forth he cycled, squeezing Zoe’s hard nipples while using his other fingers and the rest of his hands to maneuver her magnificent tits and use them to apply just enough pressure to simulate her pussy gently squeezing his dick. “Aaah, this is what I paid for,” Al said. “I paid to fuck these tits, these beautiful tits, and that’s just the start, slave. I intend to fuck every part of you. Oh, not tonight of course, but soon and whenever I want. You’ll see; as of tonight, your life has changed forever. You will always be mine until I decide that I no longer have use for you. You will please me however I wish.”
Zoe glared at her captor, eyes wide with mock fright, head shaking from side to side. Meanwhile, her hands tried to reach her clit to pick up where her husband had just abandoned but they could not. The way she had been tied allowed her arms to move only as if she were doing curls in a gym. So, she curled them and found that she could grab her husband’s ass cheeks- both of them. Zoe paused for a moment to find and then match her husband’s rhythm and to savor the sensation of her predicament. Not only were her arms and legs tied, and her lips sealed by a satin gag, but her muscular husband was perched over her chest, his body moving back and forth while his cock gently forced its way through her cleavage.
It was all a bit overwhelming for Zoe who felt, rightfully, that her sex life had gone from 10 miles per hour to sixty in a very short time, a few hours actually. It had. She felt exhilarated. She felt colossal love for her husband. She felt comfortable even though she was restricted. She felt right.
She thought about her husband’s words, his little threats. Zoe knew that he was just playing his role, but she knew also that Al had twice alluded to anal sex, well, the possibility of anal sex. She’d never had anal sex with Al or anyone else. Was this his way of saying that he’d like to try it? She’d have to think a bit before she was ready to cross that particular bridge.
For now, she savored his slow-motion fucking of her tits. Not content with her complete passivity, Zoe decided to do something impulsive so she grabbed his ass with both hands, firmly, piggybacking on his methodical movements and attaching herself to his passion. Their eyes met as stroke by stroke her husband continued to enjoy the soft warmth of her breasts around his erection.
Without warning, Zoe released her husband’s ass cheeks and then dug her fingernails into his behind, careful not to actually penetrate the skin, but hard enough to cause her husband to break stride and let out a howl of surprise, more than pain. He replied by pinching his wife’s nipples, just enough to cause her to think twice about a second assault.
Al released his wife’s nipples and swung one leg over in a simple dismount. He rose to his feet. Zoe looked up at her husband, eyes wide. This time there was a genuine look of concern in her eyes. She worried whether or not she had gone too far with her nails. She wanted to apologize and tried, but her satin gag turned “I’m sorry” into “Glam sorah.” For his part, Al was deadly silent as he stepped away from the bed.
He took a moment to rub his stung behind and then looked straight at his wife, who was still trying to apologize and said, “That, slave, will cost you dearly.” In a few moments his stern look slowly morphed into a wry smile, signaling the “OK” to his wife. He walked to the far side of the bed directly behind his wife’s head, reached down, and placed his hands under her armpits. In a single powerful motion, he dragged Zoe to the edge of the bed, allowing her head to hang off the edge so that she had to exert herself to keep it level. Her long blonde hair hung all the way to the floor.
He reached down and pulled the cleave gag from her mouth letting it hang loosely, still tied and ready to be re-installed should the need arise, around her slender neck. Wordlessly, he went to his knees, bent over, and kissed Zoe. He lingered for a while as the two lovers savored each other’s response before sitting back on his haunches. Taking his cock in his hand he advanced towards his wife’s mouth which she had defiantly closed to block the way. She shook her head back and forth.
“Slave, I’m only going to say this once. Open your mouth.” Eyes wide, Zoe complied. Holding Zoe’s long blonde hair like Roy Rogers holding Trigger’s mane, Al centered his cock before slowly filling her mouth with the shaft. Zoe had fellated her husband many times before, but never at this angle and definitely never while trussed up like a Christmas turkey. The entire bondage thing was new and she was feeling her way along an unknown path. So was her husband.
Al slowly pushed and pulled his cock back and forth inside Zoe’s mouth as she closed her lips, forming a moveable seal around her husband’s penis as it drove to the back of her mouth, deeper than it had ever been before. The pace quickened as Al’s shaft pistoned in and out moving faster, but not as deeply as it had a few moments ago. Saliva dripped from the beautiful blonde’s upper lip. Randy withdrew his cock and reached down to replace Zoe’s gag. She shook her head back and forth in mock protest.