We met at a wine bar in Westchester outside of where work had sent me, with enough conversation and music in the background to be private but not loud enough to stop us from talking. The scent of her tasteful perfume – and every man’s and half the women’s gazes – followed in her wake. Even though we’d been texting all week and I thought I knew what to expect, what I saw blew me away. I took her in all at once – long chestnut brown hair, lbd cut just above her knees accentuating her slim waist and small breasts, black velvet choker with a pearl drawing the eye to her pale skin and elegant neck, silver earrings and smokey eye makeup framing an impish smile. She glides to my table.
I can see she’d been paying attention to all the turn ons we’d shared that week, because she’s just managed to hit all of them at once. It’s a hell of a way to start my first public appearance since getting vaccinated. It’s even better to do it with company like this.
Just… wow. It’s hard enough for me to make conversation on a normal day, let alone after a year of mental atrophy from basically never going out. It’s even harder when I’ve got a hard on tenting my work slacks and two glasses of house red in me. I lose my train of thought every time she smiles. I have to awkwardly apologize and just tell her she’s very distracting, to which she laughs and puts her hand on my arm. I can see the servers making fun of me over her shoulder. I laugh it off too, but inside I’m desperately praying that she finishes her short ribs quickly so I can bring her to my hotel. She’s quick, though, and we’re out of there by 8 o’clock.
Work’s been putting me up in the local residence inn not far from the wine bar, and we walk in holding hands. As soon as the elevator doors close she’s all over me, making out and bringing her leg up to my hip. I automatically run my hand under her silk-clad thigh, but the semipublic place gets to me. I somehow manage to get her attention while her tongue is invading my face, gesturing at the camera in the elevator. She growls in my ear, “let them watch,” and keeps kissing me until the elevator gets to my floor.
My boner is awkwardly tenting in my work slacks and I have to quickly readjust before I follow her to my room door. She sees me do it and smirks. I fumble with the card for a moment and finally unlock the door, and she quickly opens it to stroll into the foyer, dropping her purse, kicking off her flats, turning around, and looking at me expectantly. My eyes are on her smile. I follow her, flicking one of the light switches, and the door closes behind me. The room is still in semidarkness, some of the curtains half open to reveal a view of nothing in particular, the drone of the air conditioners the only noise. There’s a moment where we look into each other’s eyes…
And then I get into character.
Without breaking eye contact, I walk forward, grab her wrists and pin them above her head on the wall beside her in one sweeping motion. My face is on hers, aggressively kissing as she moans with her back against the hotel closet. I press my knee against her crotch and she yelps as she goes weak kneed and her clit feels the pressure.
Not letting her catch her breath, I hold both her wrists in one of my hands and pull her forward with the other, bending her over the counter in the room’s little kitchenette. I make her count to ten with me as I spank her hard through the silky fabric of her dress. She stutters every number and lets out a breathy gasp after every slap. I lift up her dress – no underwear – running my nails lightly over her bright red, sensitized ass. She’s putty in my hands, and I move her arms behind her back to pin her wrists again before moving my hand down to her soaking wet pussy.
“Ohgod yessss…” she moans as I start fingering her to her first orgasm of the night.
I lean down to whisper right by her ear, my fingers still curling inside her. “Tell me you’re a whore.”
“Yes sir, I’m your… whore… I’m a dirty girl, *FUCK* yesyesyes…” she trails off before breathing again and letting out animal moans. I feel her vagina tighten around my fingers and her juices gush out, shuddering under my arms. Her hair is a mess and I bring my hand off her wrists for a moment to pull it back over her head, and then lean in close to kiss her right before I start moving my fingers inside of her again. My eyes are open and I watch hers go from closed, to wide open, to rolling back into her head. She cums again quickly, her moans sounding ragged, and I pull her back upright with my arm around her torso pressing her against me.
My other hand slowly slowly slides the straps off her shoulders. She’s wearing a lacy black bra underneath, and I briefly pull her forward to undo that as well. Her nipples are perky in the typical over-air conditioned hotel room and I play with them as she lets the bra fall onto the floor, squeaking a little and still breathing hard from cumming over the counter. We begin walking forward with her pressed against me, her following my lead like the experienced dancer she is, towards the bed in at the other end of the dimly lit room.
I’ve already taken the pillowcases off the four king size pillows hotels seem to need to provide, and bring one over as she quickly removes the dress that had been hanging at her waist. She stands there, hands at her sides, hair in a tangle, looking at me with a mixture of trepidation and arousal like the good submissive slut she is. I stop to take in the beautiful sight of her as I circle around her like a predator, her tits perky and her trimmed bush framing her swollen pink pussy. I’m still fully clothed, my tie a little loosened and the cuffs of my work shirt wet with her pussy juice. I stop, stare into her eyes, walk up close and push lightly on her breastbone so she falls supine onto the bed.
She retreats as I slowly follow her up the mattress, until she hits the headboard and I pounce. My legs straddle her waist and my hands capture her wrists which I quickly loop around two ways and tie to the headboard. (I’m not ashamed to admit that I practiced using those ridiculously oversized pillowcases before going out.) She looks at me again with a mixture of terror and lust, her breasts bouncing a little with each short breath.
I tie her ankles to the footboard, looking for her nod that the restraints are comfortable, and draw the sheet over her for warmth as I walk to the discarded purse. Looking inside, I turn to her and smile as I find the vibrator and lube I told her to bring. “Good girl,” I tell her. Her smile is radiant. I sit down next to her bound body, and undress as she strains against the restraints, playing a little game of trying to touch me while I tell her that she’ll only feel me when I let her. I turn around and her eyes go to my cock, biting her lip. I can see her wrists struggle a little as she reflexively moves to grab it.
Instead of giving her what she wants, I suddenly put my head under the sheet and my tongue on her clit. She yelps as I make contact and starts wordlessly crying out, her voice becoming husky as I bring my hands in to keep her legs moving. Her body under the blanket contorts as I circle my tongue and wring another orgasm out of her, and I suck her clit hard as her legs shake. I don’t let her rest, and this time start eating her out more while my lube coated fingers start fucking her. God, this girl is orgasmic. She’s starting to lose control, and I have to push down on her pubic bone to make sure she doesn’t bash my nose. She cums faster this time, her clit swelling up even more, squirts over my beard, and calls my name. Eventually, I lift my head out from under the sheet and keep fingering her, looking at the expressions on her sweat and tear-streaked face. I don’t stop until my right shoulder starts to feel sore.
After a quick face wash, I plug in the vibrator to its charger – it’ll need it – and go back to her as she lies on the bed with a stunned expression on her face. Eventually my motion catches her eye, and I think I can see her thoughts behind the glassy eyed stare finally put everything together when the vibrator touches her clit.
I pull the blanket off of her and take in her naked glory as she screws her eyes shut and her hard breathing intersperses with ragged yells. She tenses, pulling with her arms and legs, abs contracting. Her hands flap open and closed. As she starts to lose her mind, the hand that isn’t holding the vibrator in place begins to gently scratch her with my nails, tweak her nipples, caress the nape of her neck and her sides. Every touch starts her shuddering. She tries to talk but all that comes out is incoherent gibberish. She cums again, and this time the vibe I’m holding at her clit has held open her labia so I can see her squirt. I turn the vibrator on high.
Her cries become sharper, higher pitched. I mix things up more, now fingering her, now scratching her hard, now spanking her breasts and thighs, now letting her suck my fingers, now pulling her hair. Her body’s utterly surrendered to her lust, occasionally lifting herself up off the mattress and grinding her crotch into the vibe until I use my arm to push her back down. There’s no longer any distinction between the end of one orgasm and the beginning of the next. She writhes underneath me, sweat dripping off of her glorious tits and flushed torso, all semblance of anything but animalistic pleasure gone. Her face is grimaces, teeth clenched, eyes flickering, her moans coming out as hoarse grunts. I can see every touch forcing shudders up her body, and she screams in pleasure when I let my fingers translate the vibrator’s motion to her g-spot as well as her clit.
Eventually she starts thrashing, head turning back and forth as her body forgets the difference between pleasure and pain. When I’m sure, I briefly take the vibrator off and quickly spank her pussy, making sure that her swollen clit gets a full-on slap every time. The change in stimulation shocks her, her head coming up to stare at me wild-eyed and her breath coming out in deeper gasps as she gets off again from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Without giving her any pause, I put the vibrator back on and she starts quivering under it again.
When I think she can’t take it anymore, I yell at her to remind her that she has a safeword. It takes me a few tries to get through before she nods, but she’s so hungry for pleasure that she doesn’t make it stop until two minutes later.
As she hyperventilates and shudders on the bed, her eyes staring up at whatever transcendent plane of existence you see after orgasming for 10 minutes straight, I undo the ties and sit down next to her, drawing her close with one arm and cupping her hot, abused pussy with my palm. I stroke her hair, finger combing the tangles, and tell her how she’s such a good girl, how proud I am of her, how beautiful she is, how it’s going to be ok. Eventually she figures out how to make her muscles work again and wraps herself around me on the bed, hand on my softening cock in an exhausted gesture of intimacy.
My wife of six years and I stayed like that for almost half an hour until her phone rang with an unexpected call. My mother-in-law, with her legendary flair for bad timing, proceeded to complain about her troubled home renovation for an hour and ruin the rest of my aftercare plan.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oadx3n/mf_she_came_early_often_and_easily_and_didnt_want
The difference between your wife and mine is that she’s quite dominant, we’ve been married 17 years, and she’s not skinny.
Other than that, quite similar. ;)
Well played gotcha at the end. These are some of my favorite stories to read, couples who have been together for years but still know exactly how to push each other’s sexual buttons in the most excruciatingly delicious ways. So naughty yet slightly sweet at the same time!