Extramarital – Part 2 [M/f] [bdsm] [married] [mast] [cheating] [spank] [bdsm] [creampie] [rough] [aftercare] [long]

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*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes. I welcome any and all feedback.*

*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*

Just as instantly as her mind registered the sound of the Hitachi, He’d landed it precisely where its electrified oscillations would be felt most intensely – in fact, if she hadn’t been strapped down, her body would have completely cleared the bench. His mouth curled into a grin as he began to rhythmically work over her clitoral area with the vibrator’s head, eager to judge her performance.

*“Fuck! He’s getting straight the point!”* – she mentally shifted gears in an attempt to fully engage and respond as expected. Her ass involuntarily arched upward, offering even more of her blooming rose to His efforts. *“Fuck! Breathe, breathe … Hold still! Keep quiet … behave … or else…”*

He watched her carefully as she tensed and relaxed and did her best to stifle her own moans, her pale knuckles giving away just how tightly her hands were gripping what wasn’t there. He adjusted his wrist angle ever-so-slightly and watched her toes curl.

“**Unnghhh**…” the primal sound spilled from deep within her, and the vibrator clicked off, confirming He’d heard her blatant transgression. She knew the rules – He demanded nothing less than impeccable self control and focus. And though she knew exactly what was coming next, the 3-point touch – comprised of his thumb, index, and middle finger – it still landed between her shoulder blades with significant gravity before the fingers slid together: “NO” – the one-word message, so efficiently communicated in a single hand motion, echoed in her head without ever having been spoken. Still echoing, in fact, when she heard the quick swish of the leather paddle just before it painted a flat, stinging band of power across her smooth cheeks. She obediently and immediately extended one finger, simultaneously accepting and taking inventory of the paddle stroke. He landed another – just below the first and just as hard – she inhaled with purpose and extended a second finger.

He circled her again with slow steps, reveling in the beauty and discipline she exhibited for Him. The unspectacular business-casual outfit she was wearing when she arrived was neatly folded and stacked on the table, her shoes straight and placed on top of her gym bag on the floor directly beneath. Her brunette hair was up and neatly secured, her ears, neck, and hands bare and jewelry-free. Her toned muscles just beneath her skin evidence that she had adopted an exercise regimen. She was smooth, freshly waxed – all this according to His instructions. Such a good girl, but one who hadn’t yet fully paid for her careless mistake.

She remembered “The Talk” a year ago as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. She had been the one to initiate the conversation that she and her husband both must have known needed to happen, a role that she had long ago reluctantly resigned herself to after decades of witnessing just how skillfully her husband consistently avoided confrontation. The four words were surprisingly easy to say: “We need to talk.”

Her husband listened as if he had long ago given up on ever getting back what they’d lost. Her side of the conversation escalated as she grew frustrated at his apparent indifference, but he seemed shielded from her venom. Still, she had hoped that the weight of a moment like this would be an occasion worthy of him revealing the fire – no, the primal rage – that she knew he selfishly hid from the outside world. But, predictably, no such emotion would raise its ugly head amid his assurances that he still loved her, and she was, once again, left with the man who no longer evoked strong feelings in her.

So she matter-of-factly staked out new freedoms that might afford opportunities to spark excitement in their lives – or reveal separate paths altogether – and her husband simply agreed. What a wimp!

The paddle claimed new territory on the uppermost backs of her thighs as she gravitated toward her sub space, absorbing the blow as she extended a third finger, inviting His next swing. In short order, all 5 short, manicured, unpainted nails of her left hand were fully splayed and her right hand was well on its way to a similar state – 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! …as he he skillfully connected his lessons into a single, cohesive, scarlet statement. then, suddenly, [BUZZZzz …] He was lovingly crushing her pussy with the humming head of the vibrator again. Thighs widening, her hips rocked, her orgasm building. His other hand slid across her burning ass and her thumb slid down her crack, gathering wetness and applying it to her asshole. He repeated the process, and was soon feeling the Hitachi’s effects from the inside as he worked his thumb in and out of that snug hole. Deep breaths flowed freely in and out of her lungs.

*“mmmmMMMMMmmm, yessssss … do whatEVER you want to me … mmmmm …”* her thoughts swirling in the expansive darkness of her blindfold as He abruptly escalated his efforts, sinking the entirety of His cock deep into her, pulling back as her orgasm began and slamming back into her relentlessly while still keeping the vibrator pinned to her. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her as He prodded, pounded, pressed, pounded – pounded – pounded … His cock spasming, spewing inside her.

The sudden absence of the Hitachi’s buzz instantly amplified the room’s silence. He dug his thumb deeper in her ass one last time before withdrawing, leaving both of her holes empty, one dripping. She heard the soft rustle of him putting his cock back in his pants … and then his hand, first touching her earlobe, then drawing a graceful line to her chin – “Good [girl].” Her body blushed beneath a glistening veneer of sweat and He felt her chin draw taut beneath his finger as she smiled. He placed the base of his hand between her shoulder blades, then touched down the tips of his extended thumb and outermost finger: “Stay.”

Then a soft towel drying her shoulders, her upper arms, her back and sides … kisses following on her warm skin … limbs freed one by one, each receiving a reassuring mini-massage … her blindfold untied, hair let down, strong fingers sliding across her scalp….

Eyes still closed, she turned one palm upward and lifted her hand to touch her fingertips to her chin: “Thank you.”

The whoosh of a cool sheet draped over the lower half of her body … a single kiss on her shoulder … retreating footsteps … clicks of a door opening, then closing, then silence.

She peeled her body off the bench, draping the clean sheet over her shoulders, pausing on her knees while the spinning slowed, eventually opening her eyes and willing them to readjust to reality. Using the bench for support, she stood and gingerly made her way to the toilet, ever-so-carefully resting on her tender cheeks as she relieved and wiped herself, then rinsed off her face at the sink, checking herself – frontside and backside – in the mirror. She dug her soft workout clothes from her bag, replaced them with her work clothes, and dressed herself. Wriggling her feet into her shoes, she slid her wedding ring back on her finger and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

*… to be continued …*

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