A Beautiful Sexy Wife

I smiled a huge greeting, wrapped my arms around his neck as soon as he came in. I pressed myself up against him, the nudge of his cock told me I was doing the right thing. "You," I murmured into his ear "are in for the weekend of your life." It was Friday night.

I had prepared dinner, a salad, I wanted it light. I fussed around him. I was dressed to kill, even he had never seen me like this. I was being the vixen, the fox, he had always wanted me to be. I touched, felt him, stroked him and kissed him. I was dressed as I knew he wanted me to be.

He constantly tried to get a hold of me, I eluded him every time saying. "Not yet tiger, upstairs, straight after this, whenever you are ready." I was wearing a soft calf leather mini skirt, a matching top, a bit like a waist coat, my cleavage well on view. Nylons that swished when I moved, high backless heels. My long blond hair up, just the way he loves it to be.

I had done my face to make me look like the innocent little school girl that gets him as hard as a rock. My angelic face, my full lips pouting, flashing my big blue headlight eyes at him. To be honest I was as hot as I had been for a long time, satisfaction this night would be mine. But I had planned everything, and I was going to follow it to the last play.

"I want you to go and shower, and change into something more comfortable," I told him, "but nothing too tight. And wait and call me, I will come up to you darling," I told him." He got the message, and disappeared, this gave me time to 'gather' myself, take a deep breath.

I am Rebecca, or Becs, Becky, either or either, it never bothered me either way. I am 26 years old. And yes, I am gorgeous, sexy, a much sought after woman by all and sundry. Lots of men, boys, and some women want me. It is something that took me years to get used to, but now I take it all in my stride. I stand at 5ft 8 and a bit inches. I am statuesque, soft, and holy of holies. I am sensitive to the wrong touch, and a couple of men have succeeded where most others have failed.

My husband and I have a varied and hectic sex life. He is more outwardly adventurous than I am, but I am more adventurous than he is in our bed. We fuck all over, anywhere, anytime, and sometimes places and times when we shouldn't. He, I think has guessed I have had it away a couple of times, and instead of losing it. It has made him question me about maybe, 'opening' up our marriage.

I of course rejected this, but he has gone on about it the more I rejected it. I am sure that if we did, he would regret it, and I have told him so. One reason is simple, if I did it, I would go for ity wholesale, and I'm not too sure he could handle that, in fact, I know he wouldn't. He has suggested it many times, a threesome, with another women, one of my choice, black, brown, old, young, any creed any nationality. He also suggested another man of the same ilk, my choice.

This goes on for a while, then it quietens down until the next time. I have taken to tying him to the bed and blindfolding him. Then pretend I have another lover, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man, some old, some young, black, white, all sorts. It drives him nuts because I refuse to free him and not let him come until I am ready.

"Becky, honey, I'm in the bedroom okay?" he called down.

"Coming baby, I'm coming, be ready," I called back. I made my way up and walked into our bedroom. I had scented it, closed the drapes, lit candles. It was, and I was, all set. He hadn't noticed the big heavy oak chair I had had delivered this day, it was in the corner, facing the bed, and the four ropes were hanging off it, all ready.

He was there in a pair of shorts. "Take them off baby, you won't need them," I said as I cupped his balls. They went down and he kicked them away.

"Now," I told him, "you sit there and make yourself comfortable." He would be comfy too, it was a well padded seat and back.

"Oh, I hadn't seen that?"

"Sit, John," I ordered.

He did, I told him I was going to tie him to it, and he would obey me, I kissed him, tickled his balls and sit he did. I quickly tied his wrists to the arms, and his ankles to the legs. I had practised this so I knew the knots were good to go. I made sure he had movement, didn't want him to stop blood circulation did I? I asked him to try and free himself, after two minutes his answer was "I can't."

I sexily sat in his lap facing him, feet under the arms, I kissed him, I worried him, I bit his neck, reached down and felt him. His cock was already standing to attention. I got off and did a long strip tease, his cock was ready to burst by the look of it! I got back on, and started on him, my hand drifting up and down his shaft, and kissing his neck that always had him up in the air.

I poked his cock into the entrance of my nice slick and hot pussy, but that was as far as I let it. He tried his damndest to get right in, but for his every little push I slipped away easily. This did nothing but frustrate him. He got annoyed, then little boyish, begging, pleading, calling me names, slut, bag, whore, nasty cunt. He threatened me then beseeched me. I had him right where he did not want to be.

"I'm going to make you wait until your brain explodes," I told him, as I tickled his balls too. "Wait until your puny little cock pops it mucky worthless finger nail of cum drops out." I reached behind him and when he started begging me again, calling me a fucking bastard, I popped the ball gag in and fastened it.

I got off him, went behind and started scratching his chest with my nails, he loves that. I kept biting his neck, nibbling his ear, stroking his super hard cock. "Ooooh wouldn't you just love to get this into me John," I whispered. "What would you give for it to be all the way in, me on my back, my feet in the air over your shoulders, Mmmmm, do you want to baby?" I teased.

John nearly broke his neck nodding yes. I reached down and got his cock and balls in each hand, I jacked him fast and furious. His head went back, he was on his way to blowing himself out of the chair when I made him cum. I stopped. He went crazy, mumbling behind the gag, his eyes bulging. He was begging me to keep going, I sauntered out of the room instead and left him.

I messed about for a while then went back, his cock had gobe down a bit. I pretended to be annoyed about that.

"Who told you you could let that drop!" I demanded. He looked at me helplessly, I picked it up, and slapped it with my other hand. He yelped behind the gag, I liked this. I lifted his cock out of the way and slapped his balls. Boy, did he yelp then!

I dropped to my knees in front of him and started jacking him, he soon got hard again, I lipped the tip of my tongue over the end. My hand flashed up and down, I stroked his testicles softly, I scratched underneath them, he moaned loudly, again his head went back, and again I stopped and wondered away.

I had a coffee and went back, when I got in, he was staring at his flagging cock, I knew he was willing it to stay hard. I laughed, "John, are you talking to your dick hmmm, begging it to stay up?" He looked at me, his face a mask of fear, frustration, anger, need, and desperation I suppose.

I attacked him again, he was helpless to my administrations. I kept getting him hard, then leaving him. I kept slapping his cock and balls. I kissed it, licked, pretended I was going to suck it by hovering my mouth right over it, putting the head in but not touching. He was going crazy, he thumped and jumped in the chair trying to get out, no deal. He was mine and he knew it.

I sat on the end of the bed facing him, and fingered myself. I have to admit I was working myself up into a frenzy too. I squeezed and rolled my super sensitive buds, they were hard, my clit was hard, I was needing cock, and badly. I watched myself in the big mirror on my dresser next to him, I had tilted it previously just for this purpose.

My fingers were wet, I moaned for myself, but let him hear me. "Do you know John," I murmured, "I could do with a nice big cock right now, I don't suppose you know where I could get one do you?" He was breaking in half, he nodded at his won.

"That little thing John," I told him, I reached over and fondled it. He nodded, pleading me. "I'm talking of a real cock John, not a pencil dick like yours. A big black one maybe, what do you think Hmmmm. You have asked me a few times haven't you, you naughty boy."

He was going mad with lust, it was spreading around him. "Maybe a nice black girl, you did mention that didn't you?" I asked. "How about a good looking black girl with a big black strap on John, how about that?" He huffed and gruffed, I massaged his cock and balls, it looked like it might split. "Black on Blond John, Ooooh I bet you would love to see me being thrashed by a big black cock wouldn't you, you naughty bad boy John."

He was staring at me, I was beating him, he was sinking, losing, he was, or almost was, defeated. I smiled at him, not long now.

"How about Gordon Long John, your boss, he likes me doesn't he?" I asked, "has he told you John, have you told him?" John was breathing as if he had an aqualung on.

"Maurice, your friend, now we both know how he has the hots for me doesn't he John." I smiled sexily, licking my lips at him, pouting hungrily. "The number of times he has stroked and pinched my rear John, he's another naughty boy isn't he." His cock was thudding around in the air. He might have hated what I was saying but it was keeping him going, no question about that.

I sat right in front of him, stared him in the eyes, my fingers busy. I really was loving this. And I knew he was wondering what was going on. "How about your dad John, think he would like a piece of this, I think, no, I know he would don't you." I said salaciously. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. "David, your youngest brother, he would die for this wouldn't he?" I said as I ran a hand over my body, I lifted a boob, my hard nipple pointing at him.

"Fran, my sisters husband," I said, "now we both know what he thinks, you have told me often enough when you've teased him in front of me." John was begging me with his eyes. "Harold, the old man next door, what do you think he could manage to do, anything?" I laughed, I sat in his lap, feet under the arms again and toyed with him. "Oh John, I really do need some cock now, can you recommend anyone for me baby, Hmmmm?"

I sauntered out again leaving him high and dry, the best was yet to come, but my husband didn't know it, not yet. I put on his favourite basque, he that he had bought me. I put the stockings on and clipped them, my high heels. My cleavage was magnificent, I was hot, I was flushed, I was ready, I was passionate. I was dripping!

I went back, and danced for him, tickling his cock, kissing his neck, I wanted him fit to burst. I nailed him, fingered him, bit him, caressed him. Oh was he ready or what. I never realised how time could fly, it had been an hour and half since I had tied him to the chair.

Show Time!

I sauntered back out, and two seconds later I came back in, the relief on his face was a picture, even with the gag in. My right hand out behind me. I smiled lovingly at him and walked in with my hand holding the hand of my new man! John would have fallen down had he been on his feet. He glugged and glugged with the gag in.

I put a 'whats the matter,' look on my face. I feigned surprise, he never had to, total stunned shock was more like it. "John, I would like you to meet, meet, er, what's your name agin?" I said to him. But he never spoke, he had on a full head mask with only eye holes, it was black leather, and he was wearing ¾ tight shorts, black leather down to just past his knees.

"Ah well I suppose not knowing his name matters does it John?" He glugged and glugged again, his eyes fixed on the stranger. The man who's cock I was gently rubbing through his shorts. It had been positioned so that when he got hard, it had the maximum effect. It did, John stared wildly at the bulge there.

He was facing John, feet astride, hands on hips, looking him in the eye. He was saying without speaking, "I am about to fuck your wife senseless okay?" I dropped and turned at the same time and rubbed my face over the big thick lump there under the shorts. Jon was going mad, or trying to. I looked up at the masked stranger and smiled, this was the key for him to get going. It was all for my husband.

Joh never knew the shorts were a special pait, my man took hold of both sides in his hands and yanked at them, they flew apart. The Velcro snapped open making a huge ripping sound. The solid hard and man knobbed cock dropped and swayed in front of my face. His balls, fat and swollen, hairy. He grabbed my head and pulled me on to him. The cock went right in, he turned a little so John could see my cheeks bulging.

I sucked, and sucked, I nibbled with my wide open mouth, I licked I swallowed, I gagged too. My blond hair in his hands as I sucked him, and he face fucked me. I have to say here that. I had test driven this man the day before. So I knew what he was capable of. There would have been no point in all this if had been a, Wham Bam, Thank you Maam, would there?

His tight, toned, muscular, and bronzed sun worshipped body was tantalising I can tell you, I had no trouble now playing my part. I was more than ready for him and this beautiful monster in my mouth. I never bothered with John for a moment. I was savouring my lover, the one I had sourced for John to get his rocks off to. Although at the moment it was me who was getting my rocks off.

I had been back to the shop John had bought my basque from and bought another exactly like it. Part two would be on in a minute, another shocking surprise for hubby! I sucked and worshipped my man, he smiled at me. He was well rehearsed and knew what to do, and why wouldn't he, when his reward for doing what I wanted, which was me! I was his winner's prize.

He was near to coming in my mouth and that wasn't on, not yet. I was a heartbeat away from pulling off when he yanked me to my feet. In a nana second the Basque was torn away, as per directed. Followed by my thong, then I was thrown onto the bed, he landed on top of me. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Under him yes, but also at an angle across the bed, so my feet were pointing at John.

Unseen on the mask was a flap, he pulled it off exposing his mouth. My man went down on me, his tongue went right in and it froze me, I was stiffened by my own reflexes, he as on his knees and between mine, his were spread, mine were wide apart. I knew what John was looking at. My ass, my feet up in the air, my man attacking my pussy and his cock and balls swinging about he he grooved me right up. John would have been trying to look past them as I got tongue lashed. Then an unexpected occurrence, I came. I cry out when I do, and I did now, big time.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," I chimed, just like I always do. "Yes baby, Yes Baby, oh yes baby go, do it baby do Ittttttt!" John was listening to me coming for another man and I was coming in leaps and bounds, no holds barred, he made me come. It was the situation I knew but fucking hell! Was that a climax or fucking what!

It floored me, I had no strength, now I was no longer really in control. My man hoisted himself up me, I saw him point his cock at me and, Whump, he was in, and I was getting the twatting he wanted to give me, and I could not resist. The thought of John seeing him fuck me like this filled me with more and more arousal. He would be seeing this masked man fuck his wife like he never had. His cock would be shining, and glistening with my love juice. John was watching his ass bounce up and down on me. Seeing him slice in and out of his gorgeous sexy wife's pussy. I was wetter than Niagara. And there was nothing he could do but observe my decimation, and his.

This had all been planned out and it could not have worked better, not only was I getting a reaming of international status and loving it, my husband was helpless to watch it all. I came after cum, after cum. My man kissed me, his lips wet with my cream, he tongued me, I tongued him back. I really did give him all I had, all I was, who I was, and what I was. He had me, and we all three knew it.

He grunted, I tried to shove him off but failed, he shot all he had into me, I felt it rise like a spring tide throughout me. I was on the pill so it wouldn't do anything I didn't want it to do. I just never wanted him to come in me that's all, but he did. He lifted his face, his smile said it all, he had got to fuck a beautiful woman in front of her captured husband. And he would again shortly, there was no way I was letting him go yet.

I wiped his mouth with my hand and replaced the flap, I had no intention of letting John see any part of his good looking face, he would die if he did. My man rolled to my side and we wrapped each other up i our arms. I heard a mumble from him? I lifted the flap a little. "I want to kiss you," he breathed. That got me, it was so sweet, how could I refuse. I pulled it back, and we shared long loving, slobbering kisses, full on, full tilt, full tongue.

The next thing on the agenda would knock John's socks off, had he been wearing any. My man spun me round, now I was head down, on my back to John. Looking up I could see him staring at me, disbelief wasn't the word for it. He was no longer struggling, no longer trying to shout and protest, he had given up. Now he was truly defeated.

My plan was working beautifully, he would be where I wanted him to be now, one threat would be all it took to bring him to heel for good. My man got over me, he began by tormenting my nipples. I do love that and he was good, oh yes, he was good. My eyes closed as he got me. Then I felt his cock nudge my lips. I opened them and drew him in. He had pulled the flap back, and was now eating me completely.

I went for his lovely hairy balls, I tickled them, caressed them, toyed and fingered, then I got his ass. My middle finger worked its way in. I opened my eyes to see John's Pop. I picked my feet up so they were pointing at the ceiling, he did my ass. His finger got right in, it made me squeal around his cock. I was betting John knew what he was at!

I sucked my man back to hardness, then he got up, brought me to my knees, spun me side on the John. His job now was to point at John, then my ass, make a poking gesture with his finger, then fuck me in it. I love, love, love being ass fucked, John and I do it regularly. But this was different, it had to be, it was another mans cock!

My man did me at a nice slow pace, until he got going. I was braying like a donkey. My head down, up on my hands and knees, I sank down to my elbows, as my head rested on the bed. My man then set off, he fucked me with total abandon. It was fabulous. I fingered my clit until I came again. This was followed by him, I felt my bowels swell as he emptied his second lot into me.

I fell down, I was done, for now anyway. All I needed now was to suck him right off and swallow him, but that would have to wait until later, we both needed to rest awhile. My man drew me into him, I nestled like a chick in its nice warm nest. We slumbered, snuggled, wriggled, I could not leave his cock alone, it was a true beauty.

I awakened about 2 hours later, John was gently snoring, I poked my man and indicated the shower. We got up quietly and walked out. We were in there an hour. He had his mask off and we really did spend the hour loving. He got me up against the wall and fucked me, this wasn't part of the plan but did I care, did I fuck! After we had finished we went back.

John woke up, his eyes pleading with me to let him go. "No," I shook my head. My man stood in front of him, I knelt too, then I slobbered his cock, it grew to full size, not allowing him to cum in the shower was working. He slowly moved back and forth. I made the most of it. I damn near sucked his cock right off his body. Then he stiffened, his hands on my head, not in my hair.