This is what happened after my husband Nick and I went to the Christmas party. (We had had a fight, so I decided to make him jealous, something I knew would turn him on.)
Then it was time for me to be punished. We’re both big on bondage, and this is always Nick’s go-to when teaching me a lesson.
So when we got home he threw me over his shoulder, marched me to the bedroom and tossed me roughly onto the bed. He grabbed my legs and rolled me over, smacking my ass hard enough to leave a mark. I yelped as pleasure rolled over me. He smacked me again, hard, and I writhed.
Then he yanked me to my feet, and we ripped each other’s clothes off. He groped my pussy, fingering me, and I clung to his neck, moaning. He shoved me back on the bed and had me lay on my stomach. He took my panties from the floor, and used them to tie my wrists to the headboard.
He got behind me, grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up. I clung to the headboard, flattening out my back, and my panties tightened painfully on my wrists. It was a delicious pain, and my pussy was already ready for him.
He grabbed my hair, giving it a sharp pull, and started fucking me mercilessly. I was bouncing against him, clinging to the headboard and feeling my panties cut into my wrists. It was so painful, but erotic, and I knew I deserved it. My pussy was so wet, and we were both moaning and swearing. Every so often I’d manage to peek over my shoulder at him and flash him a wicked grin. He would smirk before shoving my head away, then spank my ass hard, making me cry out.
I was already close to the edge, but he had other plans. He suddenly stopped and flipped me over. My wrists criss-crossed and burned as the panties tightened. Then he straddled my chest and had me blow him. I couldn’t use my hands, and the loss of control was both scary and sexy. He fucked me until he came down my throat, groaning.
He then moved back, ducking his head between my legs, and teased me more than I had ever been teased before. He almost barely licked me, blowing cold air on my clit and my tits, nibbling on my thighs, kissing my neck. I was so on edge, and my wrists still burned from their bond. After only a few minutes I was begging him to let me come.
He THEN decided he was thirsty, and went to the kitchen to get a drink. I still couldn’t move, and had to lay there, more sexually frustrated than I had ever been before. He came back looking ridiculously smug, and started teasing me again, for even longer, until he finally ate me out. I came so violently, and he kept licking me even while I was shaking. It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had…and definitely a just punishment.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k6yq9b/i_made_my_husband_jealous_at_a_christmas_party