“You promise?” she pleaded, her gaze locked with her husband’s eyes.
“I promise,” he assured, placing his rather large hand on her knee. “I promise to keep my hands to myself when we’re around your coworkers. I’ll respect your space. But I can’t promise to control myself when we retire to our room,” he said through an eager grin.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling at her husband. They had just arrived at the hotel and convention center where they were both expected to be in attendance of an annual conference. It wasn’t typical for them to travel to the same location for work, but on this unusual occasion, their schedules had coincided. Shay’s consulting firm had sent her to the conference to be available for clients, while Elliot’s engineering firm had sent him to host a booth showcasing their newest product.
The pair checked into their room, unpacked their belongings, and steamed their suits for the following day. Shay had insisted on tucking in early so they could awaken refreshed the day of the conference. As she placed her garments from their day of travel back into her suitcase, she noticed a small black box poking out of her husband’s suitcase.
“What’s up with the box?” she asked him.
“It’s for a research project I’m working on,” he supplied. “Why don’t you finish your bedtime routine so you can come join me in bed?”
She could see the mischievousness in his playful smile. Shay was anxious about the following day and determined to be as prepared as possible, which meant actually getting a good night’s sleep… something she was beginning to fear she wouldn’t get if the devilish glint did not leave her husband’s eyes soon.
She donned her satin nightie and collapsed on the fluffy mattress, her arms spread wide as she sunk into its comforting embrace. She felt the weight of the day immediately begin to melt away, the furrow of her brow relaxing as she soaked in the delicious softness of the duvet.
The mattress sunk in as Elliot repositioned himself to lay on his side next to her. He grinned softly as his eyes began to trail up and down his wife’s figure. His gaze passed over her long, dark curls sprawled across the coverlet. He observed her nightie, its thin fabric resting gently on her full breasts. The thin fabric hid little and revealed the stiffness of her nipples; despite her closed eyes, he knew she knew he was ogling her.
“We need to get a good night’s sleep,” she reminded him, sleepily.
“We will,” he murmured. “But… I just want to feel you.”
Shay smiled but did not respond. The fact that she was so tempting to him aroused her, and Elliot couldn’t hold himself back. He reached over and slipped his hand under his wife’s satin negligee, beginning to delicately caress her. Her body twitched slightly at his soft touch, but her eyes remained gently closed and her arms outstretched. Nothing would pull her from this moment of relaxation.
Elliot began working his way over her soft belly, feeling her body rise and fall with each breath. His hand inched upward, over her ribcage and to the delicate skin under her breast. He felt the rhythm of her breathing begin to change as his finger traced the outline of her curves. Slowly, his fingers found her nipple, its stiff peak begging for his touch. He circled around it, brushing his finger along the firm tip. Shay let out a moan at his touch. This affirmation of her pleasure excited him, and Elliot could feel himself hardening at the sight of her enjoyment. His fingers gripped her nipple, his touch now more aggressive as his heart rate began to increase. He gave a small squeeze as he tugged her nipple toward him. She let out a soft moan as she rolled her hips, her body succumbing to his delicious touch.
“More,” she whimpered through heavy breaths.
Her request gripped him, his desire for her becoming palpable. His hand glided down her body, right to where he knew she wanted him. He cupped her, feeling her body pulsing, wanting him, wanting more. Shay felt a surge of moisture between her legs, her wetness his open invitation. With two fingers, he tested her, feeling her entrance.
“Shay, you’re dripping,” he exclaimed. His cock hardened at the wet glisten of her desire.
She moaned, writhing her hips against his fingers, causing them to breach her opening. His fingertips felt her soft ridges, soaking him in her wetness. He plunged his fingers deeper, massaging her before pulling them back out again. With her wet arousal covering his fingertips, he traced the inside of her delicate folds. Shay let out a strangled moan as he found her most sensitive areas. A wave of fresh moisture came from her as he worked his way toward the small bead at the top of her mound.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed.
“I know that’s your favorite, Shay,” he groaned, circling her little pearl. And he knew he was right. She thrust against his hand, desperate for me. His fingers obliged, first dipping into her hole, soaking her up, and then caressing her bead in small circles. Her muscles tightened at his searing touch. Shay could feel herself losing control, her body craving it, needing more.
“Shay…,” Elliot choked. “I want to try something…”
“Now?” she strained, her body becoming lost in his pleasuring of her.
“Yes,” he said. Elliot hurriedly leapt for the box in his suitcase. “I lied about the box being for work. But I didn’t lie about it being for research.”
He began to unpack the contents of the box. Onto the bed, he laid several satin scarves, a small silicone object, and what was very clearly a satiny dildo. Shay sprang to her elbows, curious to see the objects.
“I don’t care what they are as long as you keep touching me,” she stammered.
“Give me your hands and lay back down,” he barked. At the surprising power of his authoritative command, Shay complied. Her eyes widened as Elliot removed her nightie and swiftly grabbed one of the scarves, gently bending her knees as she laid on her back so he could tie each of her hands to her ankles.
“There’s still one more scarf,” she exclaimed inquisitively.
“That one’s for you, my love. Relax and let me pleasure you.”
Cautiously, she obeyed, giving into his command of her body. He carefully tied the remaining scarf over her eyes. Shay felt the silky texture of the scarf against her skin. What had come over her husband? This was certainly nothing like the other times they had enjoyed each other. This time was different. The novelty of it excited her. She urged her body to relax once again, fighting against the burn of her own curiosity. Her thoughts raced as she awaited her husband’s touch on her now-restrained body.
Elliot could hardly wait. Her naked body was irresistible. He felt his cock throbbing at the image of his wife, restrained at his will, under his command, blindfolded, awaiting whatever he may do to her. She was willing and ready for him, ready for him to touch her anywhere and with anything. She was his.
“Are you ready?” he asserted.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m ready for you.”
“I’m going to try a couple of different things on you. I want to see which one is most… powerful.”
At his announcement, Shay shuddered. Elliot saw her breathing accelerate, her luscious breasts heaving in anticipation. Her nipples grew tighter, harder, as she waited for him. He glanced at her opening, now easily his for the taking with her legs spread wide and restrained. A bead of wet, glistening moisture dripped from her hole. Shay could feel the droplet inching out of her, the coolness easy to detect against the burning hotness of her skin. Elliot touched the little droplet, drawing the moisture back up to her entrance, circling, teasing, and plunging his fingers into her. Shay cried out, her body trembling. She clenched her body against him.
She heard a slight rustling of the duvet as Elliot’s fingers withdrew from her body. Just then, she felt something against her hole – it was not Elliot’s hand. It was soft, round, firm, and cool. She thought this must be the dildo she had seen. She felt Elliot begin to press the object harder against her. Her body tightened, aching for it. Her wetness allowed the object to slide in easily. Elliot submerged the object, leaving it inside of her. Moisture began to build around her entrance the longer he held it there. Elliot began to massage her again, circling her little bead, her hips rolling rhythmically and uncoerced to his touch. At the signs of her enjoyment, Elliot began to slide the object in and out of his wife, her wetness now thoroughly soaking the object with each fresh penetration.
“Keep going,” she begged.
“I’m not done studying you,” Elliot said firmly.
She could hear him reaching for another object. With a small click, the item began to vibrate. Shay prepared for the newest invasion.
“I want to see how you react when I add this vibrator.”
“Are you going to remove the dildo?” Shay pleaded, her body struggling to manage the overwhelming feeling of the thick pressure.
“No,” Elliot said hoarsely.
With one a hand, Elliot held the dildo firmly inside of her, her body writhing in pleasure. She bucked against it, almost begging for relief from its penetration, but with each buck, he plunged it deeper into her. Elliot could see her hands tightening into fists, her nails digging into her palms as her toes curled in pleasurable agony. He was ready to bring her to the edge. With his other hand, he brought the vibrator just above her entrance. Carefully, he used it to spread her folds, rubbing the smooth vibrations against her skin. Shay let out a cry.
“You’re not done yet,” Elliot commanded.
He continued up her folds, back and forth, up and around, swirling the vibrations on her sweet pearl.
“Elliot!” Shay cried, her eyes watering beneath her blindfold.
Her body bucked violently against everything – the dildo deep within her, the satin restraining her from escape, the vibrations that were setting her body on fire. Against her will, her body thrusted, pushing her womanhood into the delicious vibrations.
“I wonder what would happen if we turned the vibration higher…” Elliot whispered.
Shay gasped. She couldn’t manage any more sensation. Elliot withdrew the dildo from his wife, stopping to observe the pulsing puckering of her hole. With the dildo removed, it pulsated, waiting, wet, dripping. Her lips were swelled with lush pink. Again, he plunged the dildo inside of her, holding it in place, attempting to hold her down with it as she thrusted. He adjusted a dial on the vibrator, once again bringing it to her delicate little bead. Shay moaned and whimpered at the increased vibration. She sank her hips into the bed, clasping her legs together, hoping to escape from the pressure against her skin. It threatened to overwhelm her.
“Keep your legs open for me,” he commanded. “I’m not finished pleasuring you yet.”
Elliot could tell she was ready. He turned the dial a final time on the vibrator, searing it into Shay’s pearl.
“Elliot, I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.
He began to slide the dildo in and out of her, each movement spilling more of her wetness onto the bed. He swirled the vibrator around her delicate pearl, watching as she cried and thrusted against him, her hands clenching the satin in agony. As she began to cum, Elliot removed the dildo and quickly slid two fingers inside of her, soaking up her climax. He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, fresh moisture dousing his fingers as he stroked and felt her. He waited until her body stopped convulsing to remove his hand, savoring every second of her arousal.
Elliot began to remove the satin restraints and blindfold. Shay let out a deep sigh as she began to come back to her senses. Her husband leaned in, nestling his nose into her neck. “That,” he professed, “was incredible.” With her newly freed hands, she grabbed his face, bringing him in for a kiss.
“I really think we should be going to bed now,” she chuckled.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zt2bcd/husband_treats_wife_to_pleasure_session_mf_toys
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