Where to begin? This is a confession of the second most amazing night with a woman that I’ve ever had. And she was not my wife.
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A little background. I am happily married to the love of my life. When we met, just out of college, we were full of lust as well as love, and went at it all the time, including some light dom/sub play. After a few years we began raising a family.
And then her depression happened. It was bad. Really bad. Crazy stuff. Suicide watch stuff. Hospitalization stuff. I stuck with her the whole time, incredibly straining as it was for our relationship and well-being. And we made it. After much trial and error with multiple pharmacologists and therapists, we found the combination of drugs that would keep her healthy and happy and sane. And… would also obliterate her sex drive.
Mind you, I’d rather have a sane, happy wife than a sex-crazed, bipolar one, so yeah, she’ll be on those drugs forever. And yet. I have needs. After all, the most amazing single night I ever had was a hormone-steeped dozen-orgasm sleepless night in a dorm room with an insatiable long-distance girlfriend. Those days were long gone, but regular ‘maintenance’ is still required, and though my wife felt bad about losing her libido, rarely was she motivated to help out. For me, that left only nights fapping to porn as the remaining alternative, right? Right?
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It started with witty banter, escalated to oversharing, and soon became a staple of many evenings. You see, I was also a late night Everquest junkie with a regular raiding group. Call it a surrogate to distract me from trouble. Except one of my fellow raiders was a flirtatious tease, 10 years my junior. After doubling many entendres over many weeks, I settled into living vicariously through hookup stories she was all too happy to relay. She loved hearing about my dating life conquests of old. Within a month we were sharing fantasies and even masturbating together while in-game chatting. A more intense yet safe alternative to porn. No romance, no relationship, just a mutually shared eroticism.
At one point we discussed my favorite fantasy: being tied down, blindfolded, and overstimulated: tickling, teasing, edging, bursting… and how I might never have a chance to experience it because of my wife’s situation. Idle talk became serious problem-solving:
*Does your wife know?* “Only from some of our light bondage in the first few years. She’s not into it. If I get a handjob every 3 months I’m thrilled.”
*Why don’t you hire a professional?* “Like a dominatrix? I wouldn’t know where to go for one. And I wouldn’t want to get caught.”
*I might be able to recommend some people who do that sort of thing.* “That doesn’t feel right. It’d be hard to trust a stranger. Plus, when it comes down to it, I’m too cheap to pay a thousand bucks or whatever it is for a contrived short experience like that.”
*Hmmmm. You really want this fantasy. Wouldn’t you be cheating on your wife? How would you avoid getting caught?* “Right. It’d be cheating, unfortunately, but more like an expensive champagne room trip at a seedy strip club than an affair. But less risky. And no hickeys, lashes, or other evidence that it happened, save my private memories. I may do something more stupid if I don’t find a safer outlet.”
You see where this headed. Who suggested it first? I don’t remember. But when I had a business trip taking me from our home outside of DC down to Atlanta, where she lived, she agreed to it. She even took it as a challenge: be the Dom. Fulfill my fantasy. Leave no marks.
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I checked into my hotel along with my coworkers, and survived a full day of meetings and dinner before begging out of the pub afterwards. Instead, I drove back to a second hotel, the one on my credit card instead of the company’s. The receptionist scowled a bit as she handed me the second room key to their jacuzzi suite. “She’s already here,” the receptionist said, no doubt passing her own judgment on the situation. I didn’t mind. I was satisfied with my decision. I had earned this reward.
She was in the shower getting ready for my arrival. I stayed fully clothed when she emerged and strutted toward me, delighting in the pre-tease. Our relationship had been text and voice based, so she could have been a 100 pound waif, a mousy nerd, or a curvy goddess, and I would probably have still arranged the meeting. As it turns out, we had exchanged pictures so I already knew I would be pleased… and that was before she lounged naked in the jacuzzi, pushing her gorgeous breasts in my direction, daring me to tweak her nipples, but making it clear that I couldn’t touch yet. She rubbed a wet foot up my leg and over my crotch, to make sure she was having the right effect. As if my dick could do anything besides salute her efforts. I helped her towel off, making sure to linger on sensitive spots. “Foul!” she cried as I tongued one of her tits sloppily. But she didn’t push me away. I started to undress myself but she stopped me. “I’m running this show,” she reminded me. “No marks,” I reminded her. She grinned evilly. My work suit fell to the floor one piece at a time… at her direction… with interruptions along the way.
Soon we were two lovers standing naked, embracing, exploring, tickling and teasing gently, sucking in each breath, enjoying the presence of a like-minded partner. As she lowered me to sit on the side of the bed, she looked puzzled for a moment. “Your wedding ring is still on.” I nodded. “I’m not going to take it off. I don’t know how to explain this, but in a very bizarre way, I’m doing this for my marriage as much as for myself.” Her eyes smiled knowingly.
She straddled my legs and pushed me down gently across the bed. As she leaned over me I snuck in some nibbles again, remembering her stories of how that got her hot and bothered. Instead, to my delight and surprise, she fished out the under-the-bed restraints that she had stashed before my arrival, and guided my wrists into them. She proceeded to secure my ankles and slip a sleeper’s blindfold over my eyes. The fantasy had begun.
The next 4 hours or so were a happy blur.
First, she found out how sensitive *my* nipples were, and teased them with flicks and licks. She dug her fingers into my sides and tickled me while I thrashed. I realized (with a comfortable panic) that I could not pull my arms down and squirm away, but had to endure it all. When she then found how ticklish my balls and shaft could be… I swear, *I* had no idea… there was a good 5-10 minutes of me yelping and giggling while she wriggled her fingers and licked and prodded and poked, before her mouth and hands began jumping back and forth around my body. With no idea where she would attack next, my anticipation had me taut with excitement.
Then, she brought out the toys. Being blindfolded, I still couldn’t tell you everything that she had brought along, but she definitely came armed. A couple of vibrators. A scented massage oil. A rough wet washcloth. A lube that burned pleasantly; another that chilled. Feathers and silk scarves. Some sort of satin glove. A rubber glove (“I love prostate orgasms,” she cackled.) She planted herself between my legs and had a blast experimenting. What got the loudest yelps? What made me moan? What made me even harder? What combinations got the biggest twitches from me? She varied her pace and her attacks, vibrating my ass but tickling me when I got too close, leaving a ring vibrator on my rock-hard dick while she walked her fingers up and down my body, or alternating between strokes, licks, tickles, and playful light slaps as she found sensitive spots I didn’t know I had.
Finally, she moved in for the kill. By this point in time, I was already seeing swirling colors through the blindfold. My brain was a fuzzy mess of joy; I felt like I was floating and having some sort of out of body experience, my nerves having been pushed so far before she even began her finishing move. She released my leg cuffs and took me completely in her mouth. Her gloved fingers cupped my balls and her thumb sought out and found my prostate. Time and space ceased to exist. For what felt like another hour, she nibbled, kissed, lollipop-licked, swirled, engulfed, and deep-throated me over and over again, massaging me below all the while, pulling back yet again when I got close, taking no pity on my convulsions along the way. I don’t know how I didn’t pass out. Finally, she relented, and pulled me into her completely while I emptied who knows how much between her accepting lips. I laid on the bed, completely drained of cum and energy, while she licked up the remains and caressed my spent frame.
We crawled into bed together and slept. I woke up a few hours later, while still dark outside, and felt like I should somehow reciprocate. I began rubbing her back and kissing her neck with the intent of waking her gently and burying my face between her legs, but when she awoke she took control again, rolling me on my back to give a quicker, “normal” blowjob. “Swallowing makes such a difference, doesn’t it? It’s a show of acceptance,” she whispered to me as we settled back in for a few hours of sleep.
I left her in the bed, showering before sneaking back to my original hotel so I could join my coworkers for another day of meetings. Before I left, I told her to never forget: she was an amazing woman, and not to let anyone ever tell her otherwise. Years later, she still remembers that valediction.
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I am still happily married with a great family – and yes, we’ve made it back to having great sex, though like many married couples, it’s still never as often as I’d like. No good would come of telling my wife about my dalliance; suffice it to say, I’m satisfied that I got to experience my fantasy, and I still cradle the memories of that amazing night. (I also have insight and an unusual empathy for every public figure that gets caught in a cheating scandal.) I stayed good friends with the one who made that night possible, though there was never a repeat performance. After all, she has since settled down and found someone who could meet her appetite.
Yeah, I still spend time fapping in front of /r/gonewildstories and related subreddits. I flip through /r/RandomActsOfBlowJob and occasionally consider risking a repeat. But I’ve still got that night, one that will last a lifetime. Nothing may ever compare.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/475buo/a_night_to_last_a_lifetime_mf_light_dom_tickling