Tied Down

Life comes at you fast. One minute you're fucking 5 times a day in every room, in every imaginable position. Next thing you know, marriage and kids have made your sex life a once a month occasion.

But school's out for the summer, and I've been feeling bored and frisky. So when my little one stayed the night with my parents, I had an idea to put some spark back into our marriage.

Though I hadn't worn them in a while, I have some pretty hot negligées and nighties that always drove my hubby crazy. When I came out of our closet wearing black lace, and holding 2 of his neckties, he was speechless. He just stared and looked me up and down.

So I decided to help him out a little bit. I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. "Oh my God" he whispered, as I pulled him out of his boxers and into my mouth. The feeling of him instantly getting hard in my mouth was enough of a turn on for me. I started sucking him slowly and gently while he played with my hair and moaned softly. As he got more into it, he pushed on my head and went deeper into my mouth.

Good... I wanted him to take control.

I moaned into his cock and circled my tongue around it. He thrust his hips forward and back, and it was just like old times.

When he was really into it, I stood up and backed onto the bed. Laying there watching him, I motioned to the neckties and he slid off his shirt. He was naked, and I was in his favorite outfit, and he climbed on top of me - grabbed the neckties and got ready to tie me down.

He was rock hard, and I was ready for him to begin our game. But even after 10 years, he still knows how to surprise me. Before he even grabbed my hands to bind them, he slid his cock inside me. "Fuck!" I yelled as he gave a little pump. Nevermind the foreplay I was ready to get fucked. But he was just getting started...

He held his cock deep inside me while he tied my wrists to the headboard. We hadn't done this in a while, but he remembered exactly how to do it. His focus was on my wrists, but I needed motion down below. I moaned and tried to grind on him, but his weight held me down to the bed. He was in control... Just like old times.

Once my hands were firmly secured, he slid out of me. "NO!" I yelled, almost too desperately. I looked at him with a mix of shock and disappointment. I was ready for him to ravage me, but of course that's not how this was going to work.

Instead, he started kissing my neck. His hands gripped my thighs and slid up, inching up my nightie as his lips worked their way down. My hands were bound to the headboard and all I could do was adjust my head so his lips could access more skin, and wiggle my hips in an attempt to guide his hands back where I wanted his touch.

With the bottom of my outfit scrunched up enough to leave little to the imagination, he moved his hands up to the straps and pulled them down. Next thing I knew, my tits were out and in his mouth as his hands went down to my bare ass. He squeezed my ass tightly and made out with my chest. His mouth alternating between each breast - kissing, licking, sucking as I writhed underneath him. I wanted friction down there, but he held me in place. He wanted to enjoy my body before the main event.

So his lips moved lower and his hands moved higher. Scrunching up my nightie so he could kiss lower. When his lips touched my ribcage and stomach, it was the perfect blend of ticklish and sensual. The love of my life spent what felt like hours with his lips everywhere above my waist and his hands everywhere below.

Well... not everywhere.

His busy hands had disheveled my outfit to the point where it only cover a small portion of my torso, and his face and hands finally met in the vicinity of where I wanted him most. His hands gripping my thighs while he kissed lower to my tummy, and moved his lips lower... and lower...

"Yes." I whispered as he spread my legs open. I looked down at him with anxious anticipation - ready to be rewarded for my patience.

But he could be even more patient. His hands slid up my thighs slowly as his face hovered above my wetness. I could feel his hot breath on me and tried my best to push my hips up to meet his lips, but his hands were too strong - he placed my thighs onto his shoulders and started to kiss them.

The same way he attacked my breasts, he alternated from left to right - kissing, licking, sucking, and his hands moved up to my waist. I writhed underneath him, aching to feel him in my most sensitive area. Every now and then a fingertip would graze my entrance and it drove me crazy.

He was a master of teasing me and his tongue ran slowly up my thigh to mere centimeters from my pussy. "Babe," I moaned. "I need you." And he finally obliged.

With a soft open mouthed kiss on my entrance I moaned louder than I had in a very long time. His restraint instantly went out the door. He put his hands behind my ass and slid his tongue into me. All I wanted to do was grab his head and bury his face in my wetness, but he was too good at tying a knot. All I could do was struggle with the head board while he made out with my cunt.

He knows exactly how I like to be eaten - the tongue slides in, then pushes up as he retracts it, so it pushes against my clit, then he slides out of me and kisses it. Each time he does it, his tongue slides deeper, pushes harder against the clit and the kiss is slower. Perfection. As I gripped his head with my thighs and he squeezed my ass, I remembered that even though he's the love of my life and I love our life now, the real reason I married him was because nobody could ever satisfy me the way he does.

I bounced my hips. I moaned loudly and called out his name. I wanted to come all over his face. He knew it, but he he also knew that he was still in charge.

Instead he grabbed my legs to release my grip on him and moved his face away from my sloppy wet pussy. "Fuck!!!!" I yelled, followed by a series of "No, no, no, no" that indicated way more desperation than it should've.

He sat up and looked at me - disheveled and desperate for release. "Come here", I said. He smiled and got on top of me. His tongue slid into my mouth and I could taste myself on him - not my favorite thing in the world, but he didn't care. His kiss was deep, passionate, and sensual. I was ready for him to slide into me and finally fuck my brains out.

Instead, he reached up and started un-tying one of my hands. I was excited at the prospect of being free to get on top of him and ride him to climax, but he wasn't done being in control.

With only one hand bound, he was able to roll me onto my side so he could enter me from behind. "Oh! Yes!" I yelled as he began to finally fuck me the way I'd been craving. With one hand, he reached around and squeezed my breast while the other slid down to rub my sensitive clit. Ever so thankful that he freed one of my hands, I reached down to press his hand harder against me and rub me exactly the way I like it.

The multiple sensations of being tied up, fucked, groped, and manually stimulated was enough to push me over the edge. I came hard - it had been a LONG time since I climaxed during intercourse.

He knew it - the way my pussy gripped him tightly while gushing on his cock, combined with my shrieks, moans, and giggles only turned him on more. He kept thrusting into me while pushing down hard on my clit until my orgasm finally subsided.

Once he could feel my satisfaction and release, he reached over to loosen the other tie. I was ready to give him whatever he wanted, but he still wasn't done taking me.

He turned me over so I was flat on my stomach and began to fuck me even harder. He gripped my hips and pulled me back to him as I bounced up and down with each thrust. We've made love and had plenty of sex, but he hasn't fucked me like this since before we had a kid.

My moans turned to shrieks. He was an animal and I was transported back to college when we'd fuck like animals day and night.

I threw my ass in the air, and he knew what to do. He spanked me hard and I gave him a reassuring groan, as if saying. "Do it again, babe. Spank your little slutty girl."

He spanked me harder and I could feel him moving toward climax. I pressed down on the bed to push back against him and he grunted as he pushed harder into me before exploding inside me.

"Oh! Fuck! I yelled. "Yes!"

He kept pumping. Thrusting. Fucking me. I kept waiting for him to show down, get soft, get tired... something. But he kept going. I was full of his semen, but he was still rock hard.

So I laid there, disheveled, satisfied and laying in a mixture of both of our ejaculate while he continued to ravage me. I was always turned on by his insatiable desire for me, and this night was a not so gentle of why I wanted him so much.

When he pulled out of me, I thought we were finally done. I rolled onto my back and smiled up at him. He didn't hesitate to plunge back into me - pulling my legs up into the air and hold them tightly together while he bounced me up and down on his still rock hard dick.

I moaned. I shouted. I screamed. He was insatiable and I loved every minute. I raised my hands above my head and pushed against the headboard. He held my legs tightly and kissed my calves as we both neared a second orgasm.

I spread my legs across his shoulders and he lifted up my ass. As the tip of his dick attacked my clit, I yelled "FUCK!" again, and came for a second time. He looked down at me, admiring his work and came as well.

He rolled over and collapsed next to me. The most intense sex we'd had in 4 years had us feeling like we were back in our 20s. I rolled over with my back to him and said "Just like old times, huh?"

He wrapped his arms around me and said "We need to do this more often." I drifted to sleep as his lips continued to explore my neck and back, and his hands ran up my legs.

Several hours later, I could see the sunlight shining through our window, and I could feel his lips on my back again. His hands slid up my leg and gripped my hips. Maybe he slept or maybe he spent the entire night admiring his prize with his hands and lips. Either way, it was VERY obvious that he was ready for another round.

We still had a few hours before we had to pick up the kids...