Al gently moved his wife back onto the bed lengthwise, rolled her over on her stomach and released the silk ties that held her legs together. “Up on your knees, slave,” he said as he reached around and pulled her waist up, gently driving her head into the pillow. “Spread your legs.” Al’s hand went to her sex, stealing moisture which he used to coat her butt crack before placing his cock into the slippery crack and mock-fucking her ass.
Zoe remembered his promise to fill all three of her holes with his cock. Now, there were two remaining. Instinctively she squeezed her buttocks together. Whack! Al’s hand swatted one of the offending ass cheeks. He took his stiff cock into his hands and guided the tip to her sphincter, but did not force it past the muscular boundary. Instead, he withdrew, repositioned, and slipped it between the outer folds of her pussy and deep into her vagina. Zoe, relieved at her asshole’s reprieve, pushed back, challenging her husband to drive deeper.
Al’s penetrating pace quickened as he established a rhythm comfortable for both him and his “slave.” After a while, he started to speed up, steadily moving towards a climax. Not content only to satisfy himself at her expense, he reached for her clit, which he found and began to diddle seeking for a sympathetic reaction as he worked to find the right frequency which would enable both of them to climax together. Through her gag, Zoe signaled her approval by moaning audibly. The two lovers, who twenty-four hours earlier had been locked in a kind of love-making malaise, were now locked together as they continued to ply new sexual ground.
Suddenly, Al groaned as he came, shooting semen into his wife’s pussy. He kept plunging and pulling back as he increased his manipulation of her swollen nub. Seconds later, Zoe shuddered as well, joining her “tormenter” as she climaxed a second time.
That had never happened before.
Al removed her gag and immediately set to restoring her freedom of movement, by untying the bows which had kept her arms from touching her own pussy. She rolled onto her back and immediately began furiously diddling herself in an attempt to drive to a third climax. Eventually, she had to admit failure as a third explosion failed to materialize. She head fell back into the pillow.
“Oh my God Al,” she said breathlessly, I was so close…”
“Don’t get greedy, sweetheart, he said. Tonight has been sooo much more than I had hoped. We still have the white outfit. I can’t wait for you to model it for me. Remember, I didn’t know how you would react to your Valentine’s Day gifts.”
“Well, you know now, I hope. Oh, Al, tonight has been such a revelation. I feel like our sex life has been restricted somehow, tied tightly into a single position and I didn’t even know it. It was like I had tunnel vision or something. Well, my eyes are wide open now. Wow.”
“I have to admit” she continued, “that I was worried when I thought you were going to screw my butt.”
“I know,” said her husband. “That’s a big step over the threshold and I wanted to make sure that we had discussed it together, especially with your being gagged at the time. By the way, what do you think about my using the gag?”
“To be honest, you did a great job tying it. It was in, but not too tightly. I could have spit it out at any time, but I didn’t. It really gave an extra edginess to my ‘distress'” she said.
“Note to self”, her husband replied, smiling, “next time tie it tighter.” The lovers both laughed. “Well, honey, where do we go from here?”
“I don’t know…” mused Zoe, “Is The Lover’s Choice open on Sundays?”