and I had the
most incredible sex. I mean, like this is the shit you see in the pornos.” Lee
sat down and began describing the previous evening. His eyes were big and he
was very animated.
“After work I gave my wife a box with a note attached to it
that read, ‘You’re the boss tonight.’ Inside I put four red lace ties, a
blindfold, a small bottle of scented oil and a feather. Damn! Just thinking
about this is giving me a hard-on!” Vince moved his chair over a little as he
listened intently. “Anyway she tied me to the bed, blindfolded me then rubbed
that oil all over my body and on my jimmy. And I’ll tell you, man, she was like
possessed or something because she screwed me like a hooker would screw her
best client. I probably only had three hours sleep and had to drink two liters
of water to replenish the fluids in my body. It was by far the best sex we’d
had in years… No, I take that back, the time in the elevator was better…but
that’s a different story.” Lee wiped the sweat from his brow and told Vince,
“You should try something like that with your wife, dude. She’ll love it, trust
me!”
Vince rushed home and bolted into the house. He tripped and
fell over the stupid poodle his wife bought last month because she found it
cute and (she knew it would piss him off if he knew how expensive it was).
Since he had never wanted a dog, he truly detested it.
“I hate you, you damn mutt and you hate me too. Get the fuck
outside you dumb bitch!” he yelled as he kicked the yelping dog out into the
backyard.
When his wife Louise finally came home, she found a small
box with a note from Vince on the kitchen table. She read the note. ‘You’re the
boss, you can do anything you want tonight!’ She opened the box and found four
leather straps, a scarf, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a rubber glove. She
giggled and walked into the bedroom to find candles burning and Vince stepping
out of the bathroom with his robe on.
“Did you feed the dog? She hasn’t eaten all day?”
“Hey, this is the only dong I’m worried about
feeding!” Vince said grabbing his crotch.
“You think you can handle anything I want?” Louise slyly
whispered, looking at him with a fire in her eyes he hadn’t seen since she saw
a 50% off sale at Nordstrom’s. “Take off that silly robe and get into bed, NOW !
Take off those stupid silk red bikini underwear too.”
Louise walked over and grabbed onto his dong and
smiled devilishly, and said, “Don’t move.” Then, she unbuttoned her blouse and
unsnapped the clasp holding her expensive, implanted, 44D breasts inside of her
bra, and they burst free from their confinement. As she reached to tie his
wrist to the brass bed, she pressed her swelling breasts against his face,
causing his cock to stiffen with anticipation. The sweet scent of the $100 an
ounce perfume she ordered from France made him dizzy with need. While she tied
his ankles to the end of the bed, she dragged her flaming, red acrylic
fingernails along the inseam of his legs. His shaft throbbed from the almost
erotic images flashing through his mind.
Now Louise had total control and she enjoyed control.
“Come on baby, anything you want. But make it quick, I’m
going insane here.” Vince silently begged her to continue with this domination
and submission game.
“Shut-up asshole, I’m in charge now,” Louise barked.
More aggressively still, she wrapped the scarf around his
face making him blind to what she was doing. Now he could only hear and smell
what was happening. He heard her slipping out of her clothes and giggling.
“Wait here. I’ve got to go into the kitchen,” she said
nastily. “Oh that’s right you can’t move.”
He felt her run her finger along his body and flinched as
her nails dug into his legs. She placed her lips over the top of his cock and
slowly lowered her mouth around it letting her tongue slide along the vein down
the side to the base. Then she wrapped her tongue around
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