Author's Note: This actually my attempt to write out a fantasy for my wife and I to enact one day. Here's hoping . . .


I hadn't really expected the night I had in store.

I had been getting ready for some quality time with my wife, Rozlyn. She had been going to school for a doctorate recently and had finally gotten through the grueling ordeal. I was both proud and relieved that she had made it. I had no doubts about her ability to graduate, but I knew the emotional strain and the stress were a major drain on her.

I had done my best to be supportive. I traded up jobs. I looked after our daughter during all those times she really need to study or work or just decompress. I kept reminding her that anything that is worth having is worth fighting for. I cooked and cleaned (kind of) and tried to stay ahead of the laundry. It wasn't much, but it was all I could do at the time.

Then my wife said we need some us time. That we were going to send everyone out of the house and have an evening to ourselves.

I thought that it was a great idea. A little bit of dinner, a movie, going out for a drink, trying to look good while she danced with me (I waltz. Not the most useful dancing.) And afterwards coming home and getting in bed together. No worries about kids in the middle of the night. No job the next day. It sounded nice and soothing.

I get home and my wife says that my parents are going to pick up our daughter in a bit. After packing my little girl's things and meeting her babysitters at the door, off she goes until tomorrow afternoon.

"So what do want do first?" I ask, since I didn't expect to have alone time so early in the day.

"I'll do a quick clean-up inside and you do some of that yard stuff you needed to do," Rozlyn says, shooing me with her hands. "I want to at least get the house straight so that I don't stress on it when we are alone."

I agreed and start to go to get some work clothes but she grabs my arm before I get too far.

"Don't I get a kiss first?" she teased.

I look into her beautiful eyes. They are shining bright with warmth, love, mischievousness and . . . something else. Worry? Impatience? I'm not sure because she pulls me close and our lips meet. I brush my tongue lightly against her lower lip and feel her start to smile. I love this sexy, shy aspect about her. Like she enjoys it but is trying not to let it derail her from what we are suppose to be doing.

I come up for air and rest my forehead against hers, easy to do because we are near the same height. We spend a minute with our eyes closed holding each other close.

"Love you," I murmur.

"Mmm, love you, too."

I go and get some old clothes and head out to start taking down weeds with my brush cutter. It was pleasant and mindless work and I started to get into rhythm and let my mind wander.

I started thinking about this coming evening. I have a activesexual fantasy life and started to think how this would go. I have had evenings with Rozlyn that were slow and sensual with extra time and attention in fulfilling her every need.

And some nights we had to feed our lust. Roz never expressed too much interest in any kinks herself but I had told her upfront that I had a preference for bondage. I always liked the idea of someone taking over and deciding how, when and how often I would cum. The idea of being inescapably bound, teased, licked and screwed was such a turn on. I'm not into hurting someone, but I like the idea of messing with someone's head.

Roz loves me enough to do anything I asked her, but I always feel selfish when she does. In all the years we have been married she just does not have a wild fantasies for me to act out for her. Because of this, I have always felt guilty with sharing mine. I have no issue of sharing everything with her, but I feel like the one doing all the taking. So, I try not to ask very often. But I can't help idly thinking of being tied down and Roz giving me a good slow screwing.

Roz yells that it is time to get ready and I put the yard tools away. I come inside and move into the bedroom and said I'm going to get into the shower. She isn't anywhere that I can see, but she yells back that she had some new clothes for me to wear, but they were in the dryer still.

"I'll bring them into you when they're done," she calls. "Go ahead and get started and be sure that you shave! I don't want beard burn in odd areas later."

If I needed any clue that we were going to have sex, that was it. My heart sped up a bit and now I'm only doing things with half my mind on it. I get into the bathroom and decide to take extra care with my joystick (hey, it makes me joyful when its played with). I trim everything back and gave it a good washing. I washed my hair twice, shaved and gave my hands a real going over. I had been in the garden and weeds, so I wanted to make sure that my fingers and nails were extra clean. I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and stepped out on the mat.

I had towel dried my hair and put on my after shave when the door opened. Roz walked in wearing some loose, old sweats and an oversized t-shirt. I joked saying that her ensemble was going to turn heads and she smiled saying that this was just to work in.

"The real outfit will be a surprise."

"I think you look good in anything," I said. "Or nothing. Nothing is very good, too."

She smiled and said that she had a present for me. I turned and gave her an expectant look. She wasn't carrying anything I could see.

"I'm going to blindfold you, so no peeking. Just put your hands on my hips and follow me."

Grinning, I did as asked and heard the door open again. Roz stepped out for just a second then she came back with something soft like a silk scarf and laid it over my eyes. When it was secured in back, I felt her walk around in front of me. Putting my hands out to find her, I felt something settle over my hands onto my wrists.

Suddenly, the things on my wrist tightened and I felt my hands bound. I started to smile. I knew what this was. I had told Roz how to make a cinch noose and wrist coil and I had left one set up in our "toy" bag in case I needed it. But I never thought she would use it. When it came to knots and tying things, Roz was not the most complex. Having her to do this was so out of character that it was immediately exciting.

"Is this the surprise?" I asked. "That we aren't going out?"

"No," she said quietly. "We aren't going out. And you aren't going anywhere."

As she was talking, she lifted my hands over my head and turned me so that my back was to the bathroom door. When I bumped into it, I felt her flip the excess rope over the door. Then she leaned in hard and started kissing me while holding my arms up. The force of it knocked me off balance and I tilted against the door. When it shut, she let her arms down but mine wouldn't come down more than a couple of inches.

"You put a knot in the cord over the door so that I can't pull it over door frame," I said.

"Mmm-hmm"

She had moved onto my neck. I leaned my head down to try to get to hers, but she leaned away and start running her hands over my chest.

Roz started explaining. "I wanted to give you a good present for everything you did for us while I was in school. So I started thinking, what can I get you? We are still in too much debt to buy anything, so I had to get . . . creative."

She had started focusing on my nipples and she took a break in talking to idle flick the tip with her tongue on my right side. Her right hand stayed focused on my left nipple, doing soft fast circles, while her left hand started sliding down my stomach. She stopped teasing me with her tongue to pick up our conversation.

"I started thinking about some of those sexual fantasies that you have told me about and realized that you haven't told me anything new in a while. Why is that?"

Her hand had not stopped its slow, southward motion and had by this point detoured to my right hip and was sliding down the outside of my thigh. When she had got near my knees, she moved to the inside of my thigh and was slowly rising. Naturally, my ability to focus was not at its best.

"Um," I stuttered. "I was w-worried that telling you about them would make you, oh, feel guilty for NNNnnn-not having the time or energy for that AMOUNT (Jesus) of fooling around. I didn't want to add to your, mmmmm, stress load."

She paused just under my balls. I wasn't sure if what I had said surprised her or if she was just trying to mess with my head.

"Well, today you don't have worry about me," she said softly. "In fact, you don't get do anything unless I say so. I'm going to handle everything and make some of your fantasies come true."

By the end of her sentence, I was so hard that I started to ache. Her hand started touching my balls while she kissed her way down her my abdomen. When she got lower, she put one hand on my hip and the other out somewhere to steady herself. She kissed the soft spot on my hip where my pelvis and leg met and gave it a loving nuzzle. It tickled a bit and I started to shy away, but her other hand come up on my other hip, holding me in place.

I could feel her breath on my hip, then on my dick. She didn't do anything for a second, just let her warm breath blow over it. Then with one quick motion she slid half of me into her mouth. I groaned and tried keep still. I didn't want to start moving before she was ready.

Roz slid back off slowly until only the head was still inside her mouth. Her tongue came up and licked the sensitive area under the tip and her left hand gripped the base. Her right cupped my balls while her left pumped up and down, all while flicking the tip of my dick with her tongue. The sudden, intense sensation was blowing me away. The blindfold only heightened the experience. I had to be sure not let my legs twitch or I would end up dangling from my wrists. One of her hands let go of my balls and came back up to my nipple. She started lightly pinching it while bobbing her head shallowly.

I started groaning. I was trying to get this to last as long as possible. Roz pulled back until she was just kissing the tip of my glans. Her hands had stopped as she drew backward and gave me several seconds without stimulation.

"Don't hold back," she whispered in a throaty voice. She immediately started taking me deeply into her mouth, her tongue slipping and sliding along the underside of my shaft. Both hands were now up on my nipples where she would alternately pinch or circle the tips. I could feel this electric sensation all the way up my spine. I was trying to keep going. Just for a few more . . .

"'M cummin'," I mumbled, really speech being beyond me at this point. I could feel her mouth work me frantically as I ejaculated. She moved as if my sperm was some antidote that she desperately needed. It was so hot, especially since she did not normally like the taste of it.

When I was spent, she pulled back until she got to the head. Then, out of pure mischief, she bobbed half way back down a couple of times on my very sensitive dick. She finished by sucking hard as she pulled off and then running her tongue around the tip a few times..

"Soooo, . . . was that OK?" I could actually HEAR her smiling.

"That was better than OK," I said. " That was a jumbo order of great with a side of "DAMN". Now untie me and I'll give you a turn with just as much enthusiasm."

"That sounds good, but that is not in the plan for tonight," Roz said softly. "Do you remember when you told me about your fantasy where you were forced to cum as much as possible?"

I did. I had told her I about this one where I was forced to cum over and over again. That I was used as her test subject to find out my endurance and total amount. She would use multiple means of getting me hard, stimulating me and then get me to cum. I had fantasies where she was just relentless, trying to get one more shot out of me. It wasn't mean or cruel, but it was unstoppable and the idea of not getting a choice about when to stop gave me chills of excitement. I had forgotten that I told her this one.

"Well," she whispered in my ear. "I'm going to do it for you tonight. Don't worry I've been thinking of things to keep you . . . focused. Like this for example."

She took off the blindfold and stepped back. I was speechless. She had taken off her baggy clothes and underneath she was wearing one of the hottest outfits I'd ever seen her in. She had a corset on that we had bought some time ago and gave her already sexy curves some added oomf. Her panties were those cheekie kind that were a mix of boy shorts and thong. She had no bra, but she did have some semi sheer stockings on that were attached by garters to the corset. I noticed that she had thought ahead and put the panties over the garter straps to make sure they didn't slow her down when it came time to get them out of the way.

Her makeup was applied not in the usual light manner I was used to, but in darker shades and more definite lines. She actually had some dark lipstick on that was kind of smudged. I looked down and could see the "high water" mark where she had deep throated me. My dick twitched involuntarily.

I looked back up into her face to see her smirking at me. Rozlyn had a kind of look in her eyes that was part predator, part lust, and some insecurity. She wasn't really comfortable about doing this but she knew I loved it and was getting excited from my sexual energy.

"I know that you like it when I take control," she said, taking my rapidly hardening dick in her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Tonight, I'll have all the control. And you will do whatever I want, when I want it. And right now I want your brain to melt."

Roz leaned in and kissed me hard. She sucked in my bottom lip and gently kneaded it with her teeth. Her hand had not let me go of me and started to move up and down in short quick movements. She moved over to my neck and started nibbling up the artery or vein or whatever the hell it was. I leaned my head onto her shoulder and breathed in the scent of her.

Rozlyn pulled back and reached for the noose between my hands. Holding it firmly with one hand, she opened the door and led me back to the bedroom. She crawled across the bed holding the rope, teasing me with her curves while doing it, and threaded the extra cord of the cinch noose around a corner post of the head board. She started pulling in the slack, making me crawl onto the bed with my bound hands leading me. When she had all the slack out except for about a foot, she tied it off there. She got up and walked to the foot of the bed and pulled out some ankle cuffs with ropes dangling off of them. She straddled my feet near the knees and wrapped each ankle in a cuff. The cuffs had a long rope running through a ring on the side, which Roz used to draw my ankles as close to bedposts at the foot of the bed as possible.

Then she pulled out similar cuffs for my hands. Roz straddled me high on my chest, pinning me down with her panties just out of reach. She attached a cuff to my hand that was closest to the corner of the headboard just a bit further up my arm than the wrist coil and tied it tight along with the rope that already held my hands up. She put the last cuff on my other wrist and took a good hold of it. She untied the cinch noose and wrist coil and slid them off of me. Using both hands, she took the unsecured wrist back across to the last bedpost and then sat on my arm at the elbow. Safe in the knowledge that I couldn't move that arm, she tied my wrist to the post and slid off of me.

This was intense. Roz had never actually had me inescapably tied before. Half the time I would set it up myself and have her come in and surprise her with it. In those situations I had to be sure if I needed to escape (due to phone calls, neighbors visits, etc.), I could. And since I was the one who knew the knots, Roz was the one who couldn't escape if it came down to it.

Now I was spread eagle on the bed and she had never given me a moment where I wasn't bound. Not only that, but the cuffs were new. I guess she realized that if she wanted me secured she needed something she could work with confidence. God bless you, Velcro.

Roz got up and walked around me, testing each rope to be sure it wouldn't come loose with a strong tug. She lit several candles around the room and stood beside the bed again.

She paused as if just realizing something and left the room. I heard a beeping noise which really got me worried and excited. She came back with a grin on her face.

"Thermostat," she said. "I can't have you getting chilled on me. I won't be able to get anything done. Now here is how this works. I'm going to start teasing you again. And since you can't really object, I'm going to do it however I want. But just in case, I'll give you a safe word. What do want it to be?"

I thought for a bit and finally said, "Cresent Wrench."

Roz gave me a curious look so I said that I can't see me using that word by accident in this situation. "If I did, then we are entering a whole new level of kink."

She smiled and laid down beside me with her head propped up by her hand. She draped one stocking clad leg over my thigh and put her free hand on my chest. I could feel the warmth radiating from it and it was like having a little bit of sunshine on my chest.

"I know that you like for me to mess with you," Rozlyn said, reaching behind her and picking up our "toy" bag. She started pulling out things that she thought she might need: lube, some bits of rope, a vibrator, massage oil. "So I'm going to give you a choice. Do you want the blindfold on or off?"

"Off," I replied immediately. I really like the way she looked and when she was moving around on the bed, I saw some great, erotic poses.

She pulled the blindfold out from the bottom of the bag and held it up for me to consider. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, saying that I don't get to see eye candy like this everywhere.

Roz smiled at the compliment and sat up, kneeling next to me. Just for effect, she stretched her arms above her head, her nipples peeking above the corset. She saw me staring and blew out a laugh, relaxing back into a normal position. Then Rozlyn started reaching over and slid the blindfold in place.

"Hey," I said.

"Remember, I said I make the decisions tonight. And this way you won't know what's coming. At least until you do."

Wow. Roz never talks dirty. In fact, until she started working for some real douche bag employers, she never cursed. By sliding in hot statements every now and again, she was giving me tiny jolts of eroticism even in her speech. Very hot.

After the blindfold was in place, she leaned in to kiss me again. She did this slow and languorous as if she had all the time in the world. She took a hand and gently started sliding her fingers through my hair. I felt all the hair on my head and half way down my neck started to stand at attention. She slid her tongue into my mouth, touching the tip of hers to the tip of my own. She pulled back and did it again, playing a light game of tag with my tongue. I tried to follow her, putting my tongue into her mouth.

She let it past her teeth and stopped it with her own. Then I started feeling her suck on it oh so gently. Somehow, I could feel the sensation in my penis without her even touching me. I started to groan deep in my chest. Roz pulled back and started to nuzzle her way down my neck.

She kissed down my collar bone, her hair ghosting my skin with electric tingles. Her cheek rested on the center of my chest, pressing in while she shifted position with her lower body. She ran a hand along the lowest part of my rib cage. It tickled so I jumped some. She did it again. Minx.

I could feel that she had moved down to kneel between my bound legs. She sat up, dragging her fingers down my torso as she did. Rozlyn followed the path across my stomach, on either side of my "treasure trail" and half way along my inner thighs. Her hands disappeared and I could hear her rummaging in the toys for a minute.

I heard a cap open and could feel her pour a line of lube along my penis. It was cool, but heated quickly when she wrapped her hand around me and started to rub. Roz used one hand to pump me slowly with moderate pressure and her other lightly rubbed the sensitive skin between my balls and anus. She would rub me feather lightly, then come up and cup my balls with a gently squeeze. I was still so sensitive that I was squirming around the bed. I didn't want her to stop, but I couldn't sit still.

Roz made a frustrated sound and stopped to change positions. She re-settled herself on my stomach facing toward my toes. Now I couldn't shift my hips with her legs holding me still. She went back to stroking my penis, running both palms down my shaft to my balls and back. I felt her hand cup the head with her palm and grind down on it. This was always intense, but with having just cum recently, it was the best kind of torture.

"I think I'll give you a break for just a sec," Roz said. Her hands came around to flick my nipples again. "Besides, I know something that will get you hot and bothered."

She had got up again and I could hear her moving around beside me. In a few seconds, she was back and I could feel her plant a foot on the bed just under my armpit. The other one followed suit and she lowered herself until her knees were beside my head.

"I know that you like the idea of eating me while you're tied up and I'm getting kind of excited anyway."

Now this sounded like fun. I would get to make her squirm around for awhile and listen to her moan. If that isn't an ego boost for anyone, then you're doing it wrong.

Roz slid up towards my head and inched slowly closer. I could feel the heat coming off of her body and started bending my neck to come closer. Her fingers slid into my hair and took a solid, but gently hold and pushed me down on the bed again. She shifted slowly forward, teasing my lack of reach. I think that she underestimated the length of my tongue because when I thought she was close enough I flicked her lips with tip lightly.

I felt the jolt go through her when she gasped. I started smiling, which was a mistake. Roz shifted forward all at once with what I can only describe as a contented hum. I started to lick the outer edges of her honeypot when I felt her hands settle on my chest again. Her fingers started flicking my nipples and I twitched each time.

I start going faster and harder with my tongue, dipping in once every second or third time around. I didn't have the right position to get to her clit with her leaning back like she was. I started getting frustrated, moving my head to try to reach her button.

"Hold on," Roz said, a little breathlessly I'm proud to say. She got up and re-seated herself on my face. I felt her lean down and take my dick in her mouth again.

"Jesus," I said, somewhat indistinctly.

I went back to teasing her, now with the added bonus of getting to that button. I brushed her clit lightly when I would circle her entrance. I could tell she was getting distracted when her rhythm would get off. Somewhere in our minds it became a competition. I was going to get her to blow, before she could get me.

She started using one hand to support her while the other held me steady. She bobbed with several quick, shallow strokes and then would deepthroat me. She was fast on the downstroke, but slow on pulling back; the suction causing me to raise off the bed.

Not to be outdone, I took her pearl into my mouth and sucked on it lightly. While holding it there with my lips, I tried to brush it gently with my tongue. It seemed to be working well, until she got creative.

Roz most have been close, so she slid both hands under my butt the next time I raised up off the bed. Then, she leaned forward to take me in deeper into her mouth while denying me the taste of her. One hand cupped my balls, giving me the barest amount of squeezing. The other played back and forth on that soft sensitive skin just under my balls. I was pinned by her arms wrapping around my legs, stopping me from bucking.

"You cheated," I moaned. "I was going to make you cum first. Give it baaaAAA?!"

She had been sucking, so I had been thrusting. My thrust must have been poorly timed, because the fingers under my balls slid further down to my anus. She had brushed over it and the jolt it sent through me cut off my speech faster than electroshock.

She paused for just a second, then deliberately did it again.

"OOooohhh!"

"Did you like that?" she whispered. "Or do you want me to stop? Remember if anything is too intense, just use the safe word."

She started liking the tip of my dick again. Her hands now were occupied gently squeezing my balls and rimming my butthole. I was on fire with the new sensation. I was a little worried, but more turned on then worried. I knew I could stop her if I wanted, but I knew she wouldn't do anything I didn't like.

After a minute to see if I would protest this new assault, Rozlyn went back to sucking on me. I started babbling, saying her name, saying it was good, saying anything. She could feel how hard I was and knew I wouldn't last much longer.

The pressure on both hands and the pleasure in both spots increased. I was grunting and moaning when I finally came. She pulled her head out of the way and the hand holding my balls came up and blocked my semen from making a mess. Her fingers circled my backdoor lightly for a few seconds and then stopped.

"Wow," She said. I agreed. "I wasn't even thinking of doing something like that. Are you OK with that?"

I thought about it and realized I was. I was always open minded, willing to try most things once. And it was Roz. It was like being virgins and learning about our sexuality all over again. I shared all my first experiences with her and this was one more.

"It was shocking," I said. "But very nice. I'll return the favor whenever you want."

There was a pause and I was sure she was mulling it over. I could tell it had a certain taboo attraction. Hell, if all the gay males in the world like it, it can't be that bad, right?

"Maybe," she said. "But I want you to describe it to me."

So I did. I tried to tell her how intense it was. That being scared about liking it made it a bit more powerful. About how I wasn't really worried about going too far because she knew me so well. She laid with her head on my shoulder and listened, idly dragging her hand around my chest. Retelling it to her made me experience it enough to start my blood to start heading south without any actual touching. I appreciated the reprieve, since I wasn't sure I could take more stimulation so soon.

Roz got quiet for a while. The cuffs she bought were lined well enough that I wasn't uncomfortable, but I want to see her face, gauge her expression. I wanted to know if she looked disgusted or squeamish. Excited?

She got up off the bed and went out of the room. I could hear her footsteps moving down the hall. After a few minutes, she was back and I felt her put something on the edge of my lips.

"Drink," she said.

I took a sip from a straw and found to be some sort of sports drink. I sucked in a few more gulps and said thanks. I didn't want too much in me in case I had to be more "active" soon.

"Can't have you dehydrated," Roz said, teasingly. "Especially with all the fluids you've been losing. You know I don't know about this 'domination' thing. I mean, I like having you do stuff to me. But it is sort of fun to be able to do whatever I want with you."

She took her hand started gliding over the bones in my hips. It was a bit ticklish, but also erotic. With my eyes covered, I was focusing so much more through touch now. My sensitivity made her gentle caress into a static shock across my nerves. I started shifting around.

"Is this everything that you wanted it to be?"

"It's amazing, sweetheart," I said. "I wish I could something as good for you."

"Don't worry, you do things for me that I really enjoy, too. But I want you to try something this time. Try not to orgasm for as long as you can. If you do it long enough, I'll put it in me."

Like I could argue. She stopped touching me and I could hear her look through the bag of toys. She found that little chapstick tube that we found in the adult store. It was suppose to make your nipples more sensitive. She applied it to me and blew a gentle puff of air on both them to get them standing. I felt her fingers slide on top of them in tiny circles until she started to lightly drag her nails across them. I was making short, staccato sounds without any words, flinching a bit. I felt her nails slid down my ribs, along either side of my belly button. I was thinking that she might be leaving scratch marks on me and got turned on by the thought.

One hand disappeared, while the other made its teasing way down my treasure trail. The tips of her fingers went through hair above my semi-rigid penis. It had a soothing effect, like have someone run their fingers through the hair on your head. She idly curled her fingers around for a minute and then cup my balls gently. She held them tenderly, giving them the gentlest pressure. The warmth of her was wonderful. I felt something cool touch me just above my sac and it suddenly started vibrating. Our vibe. I tensed slightly at the new feeling but gradually start to just relax and see what her plan was. She moved it around, touching to each testicle and all around the base of my penis. I was getting enough blood down there that I was big but not rigid. She played around until she could see I wasn't climbing any higher, then she changed targets.

I could feel her moving it farther down and around to the space between my backdoor and door knocker. Her other hand lightly gripped my dick, squeezing it gently to see how hard I was getting. I started to rise off the mattress with my hips while she ghosted just below my balls. Apparently, she liked this and snagged a pillow to put under my hips, keeping my up a couple of inches from the bed. I thought that she was being considerate until she traveled farther south with the little bullet. I may have said something or just made a noise, but she took that as encouragement and started stroking my now recovered penis. She was stroking absent-mindedly, focusing on the hand with the vibrator and seeing which areas were the most sensitive.

"Is it nice?", she asked, with a tone that showed that she was fascinated and thrilled to find something new to do with me.

"Yes," I whispered back. I was concentrating on following the bullet mentally as it made a tightening spiral over my anus.

"What was that?" Roz asked. Apparently, she was going to torture me in more than one way. The hand that was stroking me changed to polishing the head of my very sensitive dick.

"AAAAaaahhh!", was my witty response. I started squirming, but the added pillows under my lower back and hips were making my already stretched position even more immobile. "It's nice! It's nice!"

"Just nice?"

No one should sound that innocent while setting your nerves on fire. My groans and mumbles were all she was getting for a while as she alternated between stroking and polishing me. I was building up steam slowly but surely toward another orgasm. She must have suspected that because she stopped.

"Remember, hold on until I say so. You want that reward, don't you?"

She changed tactics again, playing with my nipples with her fingers while somewhere that bullet buzzed away on the bed. She teased me for a few minutes before making an annoyed sound. Her hands stopped and I could hear her moving about while still staying in the same spot on the bed. I tried to think of what she could be doing. Did she reach for one of our toys from the bag? Did she have something new? I could feel her struggle with something. Was it . . . heavy?

Finally, Roz let out a sigh and heard something hit the ground. She must have been taking off the corset. She was a lot more flexible without it as she demonstrated by putting her mound just below my chin and still could twist enough to lick and tease my dick. I could smell that she was excited and I was getting geared up from it. I tried to reach her with my tongue, but she wasn't helping out. In fact, I felt her shift forward and back, just to tease me.

I must have looked ridiculous with my tongue straining out to reach her. She was still messing with me, moving from sensitive spot to spot, not letting me build up enough to really get off on any one thing.

It was building too much. I asked her to get me off. I told her to get on with it. Then, I started begging her. I think every time she didn't cave I got a little bit more excited. I stopped having full sentences, just words like "please", "stop", and toward the end "more". Then I was down to just sounds and grunts, again.

Then, she stopped. I think I thrust into the air for a second or two until I realized she wasn't torturing me any more. I was breathing hard and couldn't talk yet. She was still sitting on my chest, temptingly close.

"You still have you're safeword," Roz whispered. "Do you need it?"

I realized that it was true. I hadn't thought about it. I was totally willing to go with anything Roz did. I know she wouldn't hurt me. I know she would test my limits, but always keep my safety in mind. I realized I had perfect trust in her.

"No."

"You're sure?" She said. Roz had a tone that showed that she still had some nervousness. I thought it was surreal that the one who may have been more nervous was her.

I smiled and told her, "I know anything that you do would never be bad for me. I trust you."

She shifted around and gave me a hug. I couldn't hug back, so I nuzzled her head the mine and kissed her hair.

"Alright then, time for something more . . . intimate." She shifted until my prick was laying between her butt cheeks. "I'm going to put it in." I tensed. "BUT, I'm doing this my way. And you can't cum before me. If you do hold out, you'll get that reward."

What could she possibly have left? I nodded and she raised her hips. I tried to stay put, but I really wanted to thrust. I wasn't sure if she was lined up with me, but I wanted to feel her. I waited with baited breath. Finally, she lowered herself down on me.

She didn't let me slide in yet though. I was pressed down and her lips started to slide up and down on me. She was so wet and I could feel her clit bump along my shaft. She started to grind down on me, slow and smooth. I tried to match her rhythm. She was making short little gasping breaths, finally getting some attention to herself again. I let her do what she wanted. I never told her that this wouldn't get me as hot and bothered as it did for her. I was afraid that she would stop doing it. I needed this time to get her as excited as she could get me. And I loved getting her so riled.

She took the speed up a bit and would grind back forth once in awhile on her button. When she was good and excited, Roz raised up again and positioned my tip right at her entrance. "Don't move," she said in a throaty voice. It took all my concentration not to just twitch. I wanted her so badly.

She rimmed me right around her opening and let out a contented hum. Then she started to slowly lower herself. Down half an inch, then back up. Then further another slow tantalizing bit and back. I had to stop biting my lip before I started bleeding. Finally, I was all the inside. It was like being a new broke in virgin. I was so aware of every fold of her. She was staying still and I could feel every quiver and spasm that went through her.

Then Roz raised up until I thought I'd fall out. Down again so slowly and up again. Her speed may not have been increasing, but the force of Roz's thrusts were definitely getting harder. She was adding a twist of the hips when she was all the way down that I could feel all the way up my spine. Roz was making some really erotic sounds, but I don't think she knew it. I started to struggle to get loose, to touch her, to do anything. I was trying to hold back, but if I didn't get to touch her to help her along, I was doomed. If not for everything we already did emptying me, I would have blown when she was only half way down.

Apparently, Roz wanted it just as much. She leaned forward started pulling on the knots holding my wrists up. I was raising my hips as far as they would go, trying to stay inside her. Her nipples brushed against my nose, I searched blindly for it with my lips. I latched on and sucked down hard, pulling it into my mouth. I felt her squeeze me and her hands faltered for a moment. Then her hands moved again, a little more erratically.

Finally, I felt it. I brought my newly freed left hand down and wrapped around the lower part of her back and thrust as hard as I could.

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh . . ." She keep up a constant series of "oh's", timed to every thrust. I kept up the pace, using everything I had left in me. I wanted her to cum so much that I didn't think about anything. My right was straining, my body was almost jack-knifing into hers, I was kissing all over her chest and I couldn't get enough.

I could tell she was close. Her breath rasped in and out and she was moving almost desperately. I was worried that she had plateaued so I changed plans. My left is not my dominant hand but I didn't have to be too nimble for this. I snaked my fingers around her front, down her stomach, being careful of her hair until I found . . .

"oooOOOOHHH!" Roz gripped my shoulders tight and rode me through the waves of her orgasm. It must have been because I teased her earlier with my tongue, but never finished because her orgasm lasted what seemed like forever. She had clenched around me so tight I couldn't release. I could feel it as sweet ache down at the base of my dick, but couldn't do anything yet. I just lay there basking in the glow of her, taking the blindfold off to see her face.

Roz was slick with sweat and her makeup was starting run ever so slightly. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them. I could see the perspiration run down her chest, making her body sparkle in the low light. She looked like a goddess. A sexy, sensual goddess.

She started to relax, her face full of contentment. Her head lay under my chin and and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and could feel her heartbeat on my chest. Roz nuzzled my neck and let out a heartfelt groan of bliss. It was so hot that I felt my body react and twitch. That made her jump when she felt me deep inside.

"You can already go again?" she said, a teasing quality to her tone. "Dear God, what are made of?"

"Ummm, I didn't actually cum that time," I said. "I wanted to, but you had me so tightly that I couldn't. I just felt the this low ache deep down and couldn't do anything." She looked at me with surprise and maybe a little guilt. I quickly went on. "But it was great, I've never had it where I was edging on orgasm before and had to just ride the high."

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"Really! It was so intense and I could feel it everywhere in me. Honestly, it was great!"

She studied me for a couple of moments, testing to see if I was lying. Then she sat up and smiled. It was smile with a plan behind it. She slid up and down on me for a second.

"Well, since you didn't come and I did . . . you get your reward."

Oh, holy hell in a handbasket. I was a little worried now. I had put all my energy into her orgasm and hadn't recovered. And with the near orgasm earlier, I was still so sensitive. Add to that the fact I didn't know what the "reward" was, I wasn't entirely sure if I could make it this time.

"You don't have to," I assured her. "This has been amazing and if you need to stop, we can."

She looked at me, considering her options. They were still all HER options. Even with one free hand, I couldn't reach the other one due to the ropes pulling me down toward the footboard. Roz sat still for a full minute, then leaned down and kissed my lips. I gently slid my tongue forward and caressed her lower lip, earning a shiver from her. My hand combed through her hair and I breathed in the scent of her with a gasp. Her hand reached for mine and our fingers intertwined. I sucked her lip into my mouth and nibbled lightly on it. Roz hummed.

Then her hand and mine went back to the headboard again. I looked at her and she smiled a loving smile.

"Tonight is about you, remember?" she cooed at me. Her fingers were pulling the slack out the rope again.

I was torn. I wasn't sure how much more I could handle but I really wanted to cum. I was so unsure that I didn't register what was going on around me. Roz had moved down and up on me while sitting up, rocking her hips hard. I saw her looking at me and judging how close I was. She rocked, pumped, twisted, anything she could to get a reaction out of me. I was moaning and groaning, over sensitized and floating in euphoria. I could feel myself building up and I started to mumble "oh, Jesus! I'm gonna cum."

Roz got faster and harder, really moving and then . . she stopped. Her muscles squeezed down on me, but kept completely still. I tried to move or thrust but she followed my movements. I was in the best type of agony. I wanted it so bad, but all I got was this electricity running through me, firing up every sensation.

Roz teased me by squeezing with inner muscles every couple of minutes and dragging her fingernails over my nipples. I was begging her to start again, but she waited until I was still and had caught my breath. Then she started up again. I was building up again and she was riding me wild until she could hear me start grunt and moan. This time she must have been feeling too good to stop, so she reached behind her and pressed down at the base of my dick. I could feel the orgasm there but it was like a gate coming down on the road. She rode me for a minute more, and I was too caught up in my own feelings to know if she came again or not.

Then, my wife slowed down and sat up. Her hands were massaging my balls. I was morbidly curious if they were actually blue now. She reached for our toy bag and got the nipple exciting chapstick tube out and surprised me by putting it on her own nipples. Her hands came up and started to caress herself and she made all these tiny satisfied sounds. For just a minute or two, she just gave me a show and I just couldn't take it.

"Please, sweetie. Just let me cum now. I can do it myself, just stay still and I'll do everything. Please."

She looked down at me with dark eyes and said,"Tsk. Don't you remember? This is all about pleasing you. And I have one more thing to do."

Her hips rocked around, grinding down on me. Roz pulled up slowly and then dropped down quick in one stroke. Up again slow, pulling me with her tight muscles. Down hard, feeling my tip touch her womb. She slowly speed up and it didn't take long for me to get close again.

"Roz! Roz! Roz! Roz!"

I was yelling her name, babbling and begging. In a flash, she reached over and stuffed my mouth with a cloth. The scent and taste was easy to identify: her underwear. My wife had gagged me with her wet underwear. I didn't think it was possible, but I thought I got a little bit harder.

We were bouncing so much, I could feel the bed shift. I was so close now. I could almost feel it.

Roz stopped. I made some pathetic whimper noise through the cloth and closed my eyes. I was so ready. Roz leaned down and kissed my chin and slide around a bit.

"Here we go"

That was all the warning I got. She stuck her finger right on top of my anus and started to press. She was up on the tip of my dick, lowering herself down at the same pace as she was pushing in. She had barely got the second knuckle in when she started to brush my prostate. I exploded.

I moved and jerked, riding the biggest orgasm I've ever had. It seemed to last forever and take everything I had. I could feel everything drain through that one point in my body. Roz just kept rubbing my prostate, prolonging the orgasm as much as she could. She was staring at me in awe and fascination. I guess this would be the ultimate power trip, watching how your lover unravel from your attentions. I was so far gone that I never realized that I wasn't getting enough air from my ragged breathing. I blissfully blacked out.

I woke up with my hands and legs loose, but with the restraints still on my limbs. Roz was snuggling into my chest and dragging her hand in circles. I grabbed her hand and pulled it up to my lips for a kiss. She looked up at me and smiled hugely.

"Was that OK?," she asked.

"Oh, I think that was better than OK," I replied with enthusiasm. "I'm fairly sure we past OK on my second orgasm. I never that you would ever go this far. Thank you, hun."

She basked in the glow of surpassing my expectations for a little while, but got really still after a minute. I noticed the tension in her and made her look at me. "What's wrong, Roz?"

"Well, I didn't . . . I just . . ." she was trying to find the right way to phrase it. "Are you upset about . . . the way it ended?"

I was totally confused. "About me blacking out for a sec?"

"No. About me fingering your . . . you know."

I stared at her for a second then I grabbed her and flipped her on her back. She let out a little "eep" and gave very little resistance to me maul her lips and running my hand all over her. I tried to communicate all the jumble of emotion that I wouldn't be able to really say by putting everything through skin to skin contact. Roz moaned and was writhing under me, out roles taking a sudden switch. I had a hand down between her legs and was rubbing on top of her mound. Her hips rose to meet my hand and she gasped.

"I don't mind you fingering my 'you know' and we might have to try it again some time," I said as started to kiss where her neck and shoulder met. I pulled back and looked her in the eyes and saw her lust building as I slowly increased the pressure of my hand.

"W-why don't you try it out . . . on me," she whispered, her eyes starting to go half-lidded.

I grinned like a wolf, a purely euphoric, hungry wolf. "Sure, but this time, its all about making your fantasy come true . . ."