Thursday night she was being very naughty so I handcuffed her. She shivered with lust. Oh yeah. I spanked her a lot, too, and she flinched and moaned and raised her ass in the air to ask for more. So hot. What a bad girl she can be.
The cuffing didn’t last very long–actually it kind of surprised me how well it worked, and I was kind of unready to do whatever should have come next. I enjoyed it, but I kind of didn’t know what to do about it. My id always tells me to ramp it up right away, but my understanding of what turns her on tells me to take it slow, sometimes. I couldn’t figure out which was right this time–or to be more precise, I didn’t just confidently pursue any particular approach, so I wasn’t able to maintain the moment for very long. But I’ll be prepared next time (I’m pretty sure the answer is “grab her upper arms from behind and start biting her neck and shoulders until she’s almost losing it, then reach one hand around to mangle her clit and send her over the edge”).
These are some inexpensive inside-fuzzy, outside-leather red cuffs with a little belt buckle-like fastener. It was pretty fussy putting them on, actually, dealing with the stiff leather strap and its tiny buckle holes in the dim light and while high, which makes everything even mildly tedious feel like it’s taking forever. But then we found out that we can just slip them on and off if we set them to the right tightness, so that’ll work better next time. They won’t come off accidentally, but she can slip out whenever she wants. I’m sure there are people for whom the inability to escape is the main turn-on, but we didn’t need that aspect. I am, however, thinking about what other kinds of restraint I could get her into. In her case it’s probably more important that she be able to get out, but then she has this thing where at the right moment, the taboo is the overwhelmingly exciting part. See below for more on that.
It was the fact it was new, partly, that turned her on. In the course of the night we actually did it twice, putting them on, then eventually taking them off, then like an hour later she asked to be cuffed again and it turned her on all over again (by this time I was less confused, but also pretty exhausted since we were about 3 hours in–so still couldn’t really take advantage).
The spanking was special, too. At some point–the timing relative to the cuffing I’m not sure about anymore, but they were not concurrent–she was enjoying little spanks with my hand–either gentle with my whole hand, or sudden and snappy with my fingers–and I got out a paddle that I bought the other day, along with the little cat o’ nine tails whip she hadn’t enjoyed the week before. The paddle is faux leather, about a foot long including the handle, and has little heart-shaped cutouts that would leave a heart-shaped white “hole” in the red skin inspired by the paddling. Only I’d have to hit her hard enough to wake the kids, so no heart-shaped holes this time. But she loved it. So then I got out the whip again, and this time we were both in the right mood, and so I went back and forth between them.
I’m not sure how this happened, but she was on both her belly and back at different times during the spanking, and with the whip I gently smacked her tits a couple times. She even liked that, which surprised her. This whip would not hurt even if I hit her hard, but the threat seems real enough.
Susie Bright tells a story about the first time she got spanked. It was unrequested and unexpected, and she came first then told her partner never to do it again. And I tried to look up this story online but I don’t remember where I read it, and there are too many Susies out there being spanked on video, so searching wasn’t working and I had to give that up pretty fast. So forgive me if I get this wrong. But I recall it being a seminal moment for her–after being hit, first she came, then she said never to do it again. Why was she so upset that her partner had done something that she enjoyed, immensely, in some way?
I don’t know what was going on with Susie, but there are a few times I’ve tried something with my wife that she has told me she doesn’t like, but if I do them at the right time, she totally gets off. Mind you, these are pretty innocuous things like calling her “little girl” or “whore” (she likes being a slut, but not a whore). I have to save them up for when she’s really on the cusp of a big one, and then I say them and she explodes. I really can’t say what is going on in her head–is it because I’m being a very bad boy? Is it just that she wants some things to remain forbidden, just so they can be a rare illicit thrill? I don’t know and I really need her to write a guest post and start explaining these things.
Well, that’s a transition to the other thing that happened that night. OK. So, you know we’ve been talking about threesomes. It’s probably just a fantasy; when we’re sober and we talk about it, we both admit that it may be something that’s only exciting if it doesn’t really happen. We might just feel awkward and wrong about it in real life. Or we might be able to enjoy it, but it could still be weird afterward, right? Obviously people do it successfully, but we get hung up on the practical stuff. Like, it would have to be someone you trust to avoid STD fears, but that would be someone you know already, and you’re going to have a threesome with someone you want to be friends with? Hmm. I don’t know how that works.
Still, there was that one other time where I whispered brief threesome fantasies to hear at the right moments, and she went over some edge into multiple massive shuddering orgasms. Well, this time I went all out, she was loving it, and even told me she knows who she’d want her second M in the MMF to be: Chris Meloni (yes, the actor). Aha. She does seem to talk about mundane details of his life now and again. They’re not uninteresting, but it’s not like she tells me similar things about Mariska Hargitay. Now I get it.
Anyway, yeah, I can see that. He’s not probably the kind of guy whose dick I’d crave getting in my mouth (I daydream about throating 20 year-old hairless fitness boys*, and then coming in their tight asses while jerking them off and spraying their cum onto their faces), but then again, if he were naked in front of me and his cock was big and beautiful, what do I know? I’d probably want to get on my knees right then. And anyway, as celebrity crushes go, OK, he’s pretty understandable.
You may have already predicted this, but then I started telling Chris Meloni threesome stories, with her as the center of attention. Her getting DP’ed, her getting anally spitroasted, her getting pussy spitroasted, her with two cocks in her mouth at the same time and me getting off on my cock touching his. I was on fire and it set her off big time. You have to time the climaxes of the story to the pounding of whatever you’re pounding or the grabbing of whatever you’re grabbing, you know? Like reach around her sweet little ass cheek, your fingers dangerously close to her anus, and squeeze tight, opening up her asshole to the sky right when you get to the part about Chris’s beautiful huge cock sliding deep into her ass, and how it presses against your own cock in her pussy, and it makes you both come hard, inside her, the massive flood of cum from all three of us spilling out of her pussy and down my and Chris’s legs. Oh baby, we were hot. What a memorable night.
I’ve now come around to thinking we need to make this MMF thing happen, because all of a sudden I really want to suck someone’s dick big time, but I’m not sure it would work with anyone else and what if I can’t talk Chris into it?
Then the next night, we went out for V-Day dinner (it was the Saturday). When we got tipsy enough, I started talking about MMF and then FFM again. She repeated her opposition to FFM, but at some point mentioned her old sorority sister, one who’s a) single b) super hot c) has sex with any man who takes her out to dinner. I had heard this story before but kind of forgotten about this friend. But on this night, she came back to me instantly–“Oh my god, I want to fuck her! Invite her over and let’s buy her dinner and get her high!” But no. She has no interest. I even tried to tell stories about the sorority sister that night–I wasn’t as on target as I had been the night before, but clearly it just wasn’t going to work. She does not want another woman in the bed.
But at the end of that night, I had a great moment. I was either rubbing her clit with my hand, or maybe using a vibe on her, while talking about how gorgeous and hot and slutty she is. She loves this, usually, and this I was getting right. I started saying “I want to fuck those big tits**” and then after a bit, I actually did it. This doesn’t always work right, but lately it has been, and it was hot and she was inspired to lean her head forward and start sucking my dick, which I did not ask for or expect (which makes it irresistibly arousing). On my knees, straddling her chest, I had her where I wanted her. When she was warmed up enough to throat me, I started thrusting gently … and when she responded positively, I picked up the pace and the power a little bit and before long I was going to come. I started making whatever noises or faces or gyrations that tell her what’s coming, and she, with my big cock filling her mouth, her eyes wide, started trying to say “no, no, no, no” as if I was going to come in her mouth, which she wouldn’t have been able to stop.
Now, I don’t know if she really knows this and all the no-no-no-ing was part of the act, but I will never come in her mouth intentionally unless she tells me it’s OK. But is it bad of me to say I enjoyed her reaction kind of a lot?
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Footnotes:
* this is kind of a new thing. I’ve never not been at least a little turned on by the thought of having sex with a guy, but any thought of any particular guy was a turnoff. Only nameless, faceless, fantasy boys worked, and even that only rarely, and briefly. Lately–probably it’s all this MMF talk, since OMG would it be hot to fuck her and see another man’s big dick in her mouth–I’m more able to enjoy these fantasies.
** She was always a cute little perfect cupcake tits girl. Oh, they were sweet. While breastfeeding she had DD’s at least, and now she’s back down to a B/C–bigger than before. They are soft and sexy and perfect and I love how I get to play with them and it gets her off.