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.

Extramarital – Part 1 (prelude) [M/f] [bondage] [married] [mast] [setup] [no sex]

*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes, or whether it goes anywhere at all. I have some ideas. I welcome feedback.*

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

*“Stay calm … focus on the sounds in the room …”* she silently repeated to herself, determined to keep the sound of her own pounding heartbeat – increasingly amplified by the vast of the snug, padded blindfold covering her closed eyes – from overtaking her remaining senses. *“Breathe in… breathe out…”* She continued to wait, fully exposed yet comfortable, steadily holding her position on her hands and knees, her bare torso resting on the purpose-built furniture that she’d seen for the first time when she arrived earlier.