"How about I try to surprise you at least one night a week?
Is that okay?"
Dammit, I love her smile. "It doesn't have to be every week. Maybe a couple of times a month, at least. I know there's nights you really need to play. And just because you're my sub doesn't mean you can't be top every so often."
I rolled over on top of her and took a few long, hard strokes. "Like that?"
She eagerly nodded. "Yeah, exactly."
I could live with that.
I could live like that.
Chapter 17
Her
My IM window flashed one Tuesday evening. Tony.
You there?
I responded. I'm here.
Whassup?
Not much. It was a little more than two months since my venture to Denver. Life was good. I talked to Tony once a week on average. My husband even had a few IM
conversations with him, finally brave enough to get some of his questions answered about his own feelings and desires in this new venture of ours.
How's tricks?
I laughed and looked up from my laptop. I sat on the couch with my computer in my lap. My feet comfortably rested on my husband's thighs. He sat, on his knees in front of me, his rock hard cock at attention, his hands cuffed behind him.
"Tony wants to know how's tricks."
His eyes crinkled. He couldn't respond with the large red ball gag in his mouth, but I knew from his eyes he was smiling.
And his cock enticingly twitched in his lap.
Real good, I typed.
Three weeks earlier I'd surprised my husband. I handed him one of our credit cards, pointed him to a website, and gave him a dollar limit and one rule: only buy things he wanted me to use on him.
And they would be used on him.
When the box arrived four days later while he was at work I opened it, shocked, amused, and...
Well, aroused.
I didn't tell him the order had arrived. It amazed me how much he'd managed to get on the budget I gave him. He'd spent well.
That pleased me. It also meant I'd have to let him go toy shopping more often.
I decided to surprise him and drag out the experience. I hid the box and took out a couple of the items.
The first night I used the blindfold and soft leather flogger.
Two days later, the leather-lined wrist cuffs were added to the mix.
I waited several days before surprising him with the ball gag.
I think it amped up his anticipation of each session, wondering if and when which toy would be used on him next.
I had to go on the website and look up the spreader bar to see the picture of how it was used. I finally figured it out. I made him kneel on the bed, his hands behind him, gagged, blindfolded, and his ankles spread, unable to move.
Then I slowly slid the large butt plug he'd bought into his ass and gently dragged the leather flogger over his balls.
I didn't realize a guy could come without being stroked, sucked or fucked, but they can.
They can come hard, too.
Three days later, I used the last toy in the box. Again I had to refer to the website—I wished the sex toys came with better fucking instructions—but I figured it out.
I'll admit this one made me nervous. I ordered him onto the bed and trussed him, blindfolded, gagged, and stroked his ass.
I think he knew what was coming.
It wasn't a normal strap-on because it didn't actually strap-on, per se. It had no straps. Part of it actually slipped inside me, and it had a little vibrating bullet that fit inside it. I nervously and liberally slathered it with lube and dumped a more than generous amount between his cheeks.
Stroking his hips, I tried not to moan at how good it felt positioning my end inside me. I turned on the vibrator and pressed the head against his ass.
"You want it?" I whispered.
He moaned around the ball gag, vigorously nodding, wiggling his ass at me.
There is no weirder feeling in the world, I think, than the first time you do something like that. I worried I'd go too fast or deep and hurt him, but he fucked his hips back against me, hard, impaling himself with a satisfied grunt.
I swatted his ass with my hand. "Did I tell you to do that?"
The sound, accompanied by his body shaking, could be nothing other than amused laughter. He shook his head and mumbled a muffled, "Sorry, Mistress," around the ball gag.
Well, he did the hard work for me. I started to fuck him, then realized logistically I needed to hear him so I didn't hurt him. I reached over and undid the buckle on his ball gag.
"Talk to me." I slid deeper and he moaned.
"Fuck, yes!"
"You okay?"
He nodded. "Please fuck me!"
I did.
My original plan had been to reach around and jerk him off while I did, then let him go down on me and get me off.
Damned if it didn't feel really good fucking him with that thing. It hit me perfectly on the clit, the vibrating bullet just enough to...
I grabbed his hips and ground into him, moaning as my orgasm hit me.
My husband flexed his hips, trying to encourage me not to stop. When I regained my wits I curled my body over his, reached around his waist and grabbed his cock as I fucked him.
"All right," I said. "Now you'd better show me how good this feels—"
"Aw fuck!" He came, his whole body tensing as he pumped hot juices over my palm. Then he shuddered and we collapsed to the bed, both of us breathing heavy.
I untangled myself from him, took the dildo into the bathroom and left it in the sink for him to take care of. Then I unlocked his ankles and wrists. He ripped off the blindfold and grabbed me, kissing me hard.
"That was so good," he whispered, holding me tight. "That was so. Fucking. Good."
I closed my eyes and pressed my ear to his chest and listened as his pulse eventually slowed and evened out.
I came back to the present and looked at the IM screen and realized I didn't want to be sitting here talking on the computer when I had a horny sub squirming at my feet. I reached out with my toes and stroked my husband's cock, sliding down and stroking his shaved balls. I never left him sitting like that for more than half an hour because I didn't want him getting too uncomfortable. Thirty minutes was a comfortable limit for him, especially when I tormented him with my toes.
"You ready to take care of me?" I asked.
He eagerly nodded, his cock twitching again. He loved being trussed up like that. I found I kind of liked having a nice, warm, soft footrest when I was on the computer. And the angle of his thighs when he sat on his knees like that was perfectly comfortable for me with my laptop.
I typed, I think I'm going to call it a night. I have something I need to take care of.
Or someone? Tony replied.
I laughed. Someone.