She sits on the bed, phone in one hand. The AC sends a cool chill across her skin, there’s quite a bit of it exposed at the moment. The black underbust corset accentuates her uncovered breasts, her long, dark hair shimmers down her back. The long, dark stockings reach up to her knees, shielding them somewhat from the cool air. But that’s all she wears. Her eyes are fixed on her screen as she chats away, flicking from one conversation to the next. She’s become pretty good at multitasking these conversations. She continues to chat away, a smile on her face.
Her eyes shift away from the screen for a while to observe the scene before her. With her other hand she reaches out and uses the riding crop she holds to gently rub the exposed balls of her husband. He’s laying on his back in front of her, or more beneath her, well both, actually. He too wears very little. The cock attached to the balls she’s stroking is struggling to break free of its confines. This amuses her and makes her smile even more. The cock locked inside that cage was generally considered by her to be much too small to be of use in the traditional sense, but it did still have its uses in giving her pleasure, such as it did now. It was fun to play with it like this. She gives his balls a quick sharp whack with the crop, then goes back to gently rubbing them and turns her attention back to the phone.
She was sitting on her knees while she chatted. He was laying on his back on the bed, his face perfectly positioned beneath her exposed pussy. The whack causes his whole body to jerk and shudder. It interrupts the method and flow he had going with his tongue, but she still enjoyed doing it from time to time.
The only thing he wears behind his cage, and a butt plug, naturally, is his blind hood. This was a latex hood, consisting only of nostril holes and a mouth hole. This was her preferred attire for them both when they did this, which had become their Friday night ritual. The other stuff, the longer, more intense play, they saved for the weekend, but Friday evenings, after they’d both had long, stressful, tiring weeks at work, was what she liked to call Face Sitting Friday. The position would sometimes change. She would lay back on the bed while he laid on his stomach, his face between her thighs, or she would sit back on the couch, him kneeling in front of her. But the essence of it was always the same; he would lick and eat her out to orgasm after orgasm, for hours, while she chatted to prospective guys on her phone. They both found it deeply relaxing after such trying weeks at work.
He feels her demeanour change suddenly. She grinds his face harder, he works harder, draws an extra strong orgasm from her, then her feels her body lift and she’s gone. He hears some shuffling in the wardrobe, then silence. Her lips touch his, “I’m going out Bub. Wait up for me. I’ll have something special for you when I get back”. She grabs his balls and gives a meaningful squeeze. The bedroom door moves, then silence. He jumps up, unzips the hood and races after her, catching her in the hallway. He grabs her hand and spins her around. She has a cheeky grin on her face.
“Where are you off to in such a rush?” He says playfully.
“I thought you liked surprises? Not knowing what I’m up to until later?” She replies slyly.
“Well, yes. But…”
“Then you’ll find out when I get back.” She gives him a quick kiss and begins to move again toward the front door.
“You found someone to play with tonight? What are you wearing out?” He asks, pulling teasingly at her bare neckline under the beige overcoat she’s holding closed across her body. She looks away sheepishly, then holds the coat open for him. Underneath, she’s still wearing the corset and stockings and nothing more.
“Oh, I see…” He says, smiling. He pushes her back up against the wall and kisses her deeply. She responds, and the two embrace passionately, but briefly.
“I want you prepped, ready and waiting when I get back.”
“Yes, gorgeous. Keep me updated and please bring me back something special.”
“I always do, don’t I?” With a sly grin she turns, opens the front door, slips on some shoes and is gone into the night.
Still wearing nothing but his cage and plug, he doesn’t stand in the open doorway for long. He retreats to the living room. Thoughts of their time together to come, when she returns, begin to flood his mind. He knows what to expect: the facesitting, cleaning her up, getting his ‘special treat’ that she brings back for him. If he’s lucky, she’ll unlock him and tease him, play with him, maybe even stroke him to orgasm while she recounts to him what she was doing while she was out playing. With those thoughts in mind and his already hard cock straining even more against its confines, he checks to make sure his phone is set to loud so he doesn’t miss any texts or pictures she might send him, then fires up a video game to pass the time and presses ‘Play’.
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