My Wife and I: Birthday Treat

We went into this weekend with an anticipation like no other, for we were both stepping into the unknown... together. It was something we'd spoken about before but was never something we had acted on, until now.

My wife had booked us a hotel for the weekend. Nothing too fancy but classy enough for us to dress up for a change. Something we wanted to do and as far as I was concerned there wasn't any "surprises" in store, for we had agreed to everything together. In fact, it was my wife who would be more surprised than I, because it was my fantasy that we were going to act out.

We decided to have a couple of drinks in the bar downstairs before my wife, on which she insisted, would leave before me, "to prepare."

Our drinks flowed smoothly and the usual ease and laughter between us never faltered. Though we both knew that deep down we were eager to just get back to our room.

So let the story begin...

My wife kissed me on the cheek with those soft lips of hers, leaving the faintest mark of her lipstick behind. "See you soon... birthday boy." Her words cut through me as I watched her go. My eyes trailed down from her free flowing hair, to her bare spine and dimples at the lower of her back, and they finally lingered on the way her dress clung to her arse as she walked away with a subtle purpose.

I smirked to myself as I let her words play over again in my mind, imagining how tonight was going to carry out. Imagining just how far we would go. I was ready, I was stirring and I was hungry. Hungry for my wife. Hungry to push us into new temptations.

So I followed...

Standing outside our room I took a moment, inhaled deeply and breathed out with a smirk across my lips and a devilish glow in my eyes. I wanted my wife.

So I opened the door.

And there she was.

My wife was on the bed, resting on her knees in nothing but an open cup and leg harness with her hands cuffed behind her back and a mouth gag in place.

"Fuck," I whispered under my breath to myself.

My wife looked amazingly sexy. The way she had placed her body and sat on her knees, waiting... waiting for me. She had a look of innocence about her, and though she just stayed put, as if I wasn't really there, I could also tell by her body language that she was enjoying this. Enjoying doing this for me.

I took my time as I stepped towards her, placing my jacket on the back of a chair and turned towards the mini bar, I poured myself a drink and took a small sip, glancing over at my wife. Who hadn't moved, who'd remained in her position ever since I opened that door.

I trailed over her perfect body slowly. From the straps at her shoulders and how they clung to her golden skin as they flowed down and around her perky breasts and how her nipples had started to erect a little underneath the tape that she had crossed them with. "Mmm," I murmured to myself, as I continued to slowly trace over her body. Her stomach was bare except for harness that dug in ever so slightly as she breathed subtly. And again, how the straps from that were perfectly snug on top of her skin as it wrapped its way around the tops of her thighs.

I bit my bottom lip and swiftly followed it with a lick. "You look..." I took another sip of my drink before I took a step towards my wife. "You look perfect." I said as I stood in front of her. Tipping her head up with my finger under her chin. I noticed that the mouth gag needed tightening slightly before I placed my finger under her chin again.

Taking that view in of my wife, the faintest hint of vulnerability but a huge amount of desire lingered in her eyes. "Good," I said with a low voice, trailing a thumb over the ball gag, I felt her breath through her nose, it was still calm, still controlled.

"I've wanted this for quite some time," I said as I walked back to my drink, finished it and then I turned back to my wife. "Seeing you like..." I smirked and looked down at my the slight bulge building in my trousers. "Well, you can see for yourself!" I sniggered as I watched my wifes eyes linger at my crotch. Her breath had increased ever so slightly at the sight of its pulse from with in fabric.

"All in good time." I said, pouring myself another.

I kept eye contact with my wife as I slowly strode over to her again, unbuttoning my shirt by a few. "Now," I said calmy, placing my hand on her cheek and rubbing with my thumb. "Where to begin..." It wasn't really a question. I knew exactly what I was going to do. It was purely to create a reaction from my wife, it sharpened her breath a little more as I watched her chest rise and fall a little more faster.

I cupped one of her breasts, perfect fucking things they. Big enough to be a handful but small enough to squeeze, with the right amount of softness before a firm resistance. I could feel her nipple through the tape, hardening to a point. So I squeezed a little harder. "Ohh, you like that do you?"

This time is was a question, and it was met with an answer. My wife's breath sharpened again as she closed her eyes and mumbled an "Mmm,"

All the time I had pushed my fingers through her hair with my other hand, soft and slow strokes before I stood back. I wanted one final look at my bound wife. My cock was pressing hard at my trousers now.

"So," I said casually as I pulled my wife to the end of the bed. She was still on her knees, still gagged and her hands were still behind her back. "We can start by you opening your legs."

My spread her legs a little, all the while watching me as I stood in front of her, lowering my hand slowly towards her tight and unapologetically beautiful crease.

I rubbed my middle finger gently inbetween her folds, literally just the tip, barely even touching her but creating just enough friction to hear my wife groan ever so slightly into the mouth gag.

I bit my lip, and my cock pulsed. Hearing my wife groan at my touch will always turns me on. "I love this pussy," I said aloud but with a calm tone. "I want you right on the edge," I continued to say. Still keeping my middle finger moving with delicate precision.

I cannot stress how much I love that feeling of my wife's pussy twitching and loosening to my touch, that warm and sleek feeling of her skin reacting to mine. Using her own wetness to make her wetter. Fuck me, my cock was throbbing already. But I kept it tucked beneath my trousers.

"Uhhh," my wife murmured against the gag, her head tilted upwards and her breath through her nose was getting stronger. Her chest rose and her stomach tensed and with that the leather straps of her outfit clung to her skin even more. "Fuck thats hot!" I said aloud.

And it was at that moment I slid my middle finger inside her. "Mmmmm," was the sound of a satisfied groan against rubber coming from my wife, for I had bent my finger inside her and pressed my palm against her clit as I rubbed. "Uhhhhh," she groaned again, her eyes were still closed, her breathing becoming more heavier.

I cupped my wife's breast with my free hand, the tape doing all it could to hold back her hardened nipples, where down below I kept my hand and finger in the same position. My wife's body squirmed as best it could. The straps of her outfit and the position she was sat in restricted her.

I took my time but after a while I finally slipped my finger from my wife. Though I continued to rub it against her sweet and wettening clit. Flicking across it from side to side. Whilst with my other hand I undone my trousers, let them fall to the floor and before shifting to flick them away, I slipped back inside my wife and strummed my middle finger against her walls and my thumb against her clit. I brought her as close to climax as I dared. Her breathing was short and quick and my wife couldn't control her groans against the rubber ball strapped to her mouth.

"Not yet." I said with a hint of satisfaction as I took a step backwards and away from my wife. Her body trembled, her breath sharp and she shot me a look of someone who'd been denied her orgasm.

I raised my eyebrow, "not yet." I said again smirking as my wife regain just a fraction of control of her body. I placed my middle finger in my mouth and sucked it clean of her juices, licking my lips afterwards before pulling down my boxers and letting my cock fling upwards, hitting my skin with keen eagerness.

I stepped towards my wife again, leaned into her ear and whispered. "I want you to take me... all of me."

And with that I undid the mouth gag and let it drop to her side on the bed.

"Kiss my body," I told my wife.

Her lips were soft but firm, full of an eager playfulness as she kissed across my chest. My cock twitched in anticipation. Her lips were still making their way down my body but my balls were already tightening. My breath already sharpening and my hips were wanting to rock forwards.

"Nice and slow." I said, trying to keep a cool and controlled voice as my wife obeyed me. She pressed her lips into me with precise delicacy. The way she slowly pulled them off of my skin, that soft and subtle touch had me. She hadn't even touched my cock yet and I was ready to explode.

My wife's movements had finally made their way to where I had wanted. And when she stopped kissing my body she took my head with her warm and slightly wet mouth without any hesitation. Fuck that initial feeling of her mouth closing in around me still gets me hard to this day. The way her lips slowly pressed around my head with a water tight suction, how her tongue, wet enough to slide underneath and the warmness of her mouth had me throbbing instantly.

As I watched my wife slowly devour my head, I could hear her quiet breathing through her nose. Soft, faint. She kept her mouth tight around me as she took me deeper, half way in fact before pulling her mouth back towards my head.

I couldn't resist. I scrunched a hand into her hair and held her head in place, as I thurst my hips slowly forward, pushing my cock into my wife's mouth. She reacted instantly, letting her tongue glide around my shaft as I rocked forwards and backwards.

My balls tightened at the sight. At the sight of me holding my wife's head up by her hair, at the sight of her hands still cuffed resting of her back, at the sight of her black strapped outfit and at the sight of my cock disappearing completely into her mouth.

The sounds of her faint gags and heavier breathing only fueled my fire of desire.

After one slow and deep thrust into my wife's mouth I pulled free, watching as every bit of me slid slowly from her. My cock was wet with her spit and throbbed as if I were ready to cum. Fortunately I didn't. I wanted more. Much more.

My wife caught her breath as I helped her back up to rest on her knees once more. I rubbed a thin layer of saliva from her cheek and rubbed it over one of her tapped and hardened nippes.

I watched as her chest rose and sunk back to a steady rhythm. God she looked stunning, sitting there on her knees, hands bound and body covered in nothing but the black straps of her outfit.

I leaned in and planted a slow and smooth kiss to her lips. Our tongues lapped over one anothers as I held her delicately by her neck. My other hand squeezing a breast with a tender hold.

"Turn around," I said just above a whisper.

I watched again as my wife shuffled around to face the other way. And I stood, for moment. Taking her in from behind. How her cuffed hands were resting at the low of her back. At how her arse had smuggled away the strap of her underwear and how her hair fell about the backs of her shoulders.

I stepped, scrunching a hand into her hair again, whilst letting the other slip between the small gap she'd left for me. I let my fingertips ever so faintly stroke her through the fabric that was attempting to cover her sweet spots.

I love that feeling of my wife slowly losing herself to my touch. The faint and subtle sounds that she makes are intoxicatingly sexy. I didn't rush, I kept it slow, kept it delicate. Barely touching her through the fabric which was gradually wettening.

My wife's body had started to quiver. Her breathing was becoming shorter, more sharp. "Uhh," she let out faintly.

I could feel her loosening, wettening even more. I released her hair and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her towards me so her legs were half on, half off the bed. I crouched slightly and lowered myself so I could now rub her with my cock.

Still I kept it slow, kept it outside of the fabric, though I was pressing my head into her just a little.

My wife's fingers tried to claw at me, just barely touching my skin. Fuck that was hot. Watching her bound hands behind her back try and touch me as I kept my head pressed in her folds.

I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled the wet sliver of fabric to the side, lubed my cock up with some spit. Not that it needed it, my wife was wet but I wanted to press into her fully on my first thrust.

And thats exactly what I did. I pressed and pushed completely into my wife, nice and slow. Both watching and feeling her bodies reaction.

It was phenomenal.

The "Uhhhhhh," my wife let out was faint and long. She wanted to buckle, to fall face down onto the bed but I kept her upright, holding her by her bound hands and I continued to slowly, teasingly so, pull back with nothing but my tip left inside her before I pushed myself back into her completely.

Watching my wife take all of my length makes me throb. I held each thrust inside of her for moment. Savouring the view of my cock disappearing in her.

"Fuckk..." my wife whispered airily as I kept my movements slow, slick and deep. Letting my cock disappear completely every single time I thrusted inwards. "Uhh... jus-... just like thaaat!"

My wife's body trembled as did mine.

My balls had tightened. My cock was throbbing big time. And my head pulsed with every thrust, every twitch and flutter my wife's pussy gave.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum!" She breathed aloud. "Uhhh fuck! Don't stop, don't stop!"

I kept my rhythm. Kept the same movements and kept cumming.

My wife and I shared what we can only explain as a peak of joint euphoria.

The airily groan she made was incredibly long, incredibly deep. Her body went loose, only still I held her up. Her pussy fluttered as I filled her with my seed. Mixing with her own climax. I left my cock deep within her as we both endured one of our longest ever releases.

My wife's breath was heavy, as was mine.

My wife's body was trembling. as was mine.

My wife's climax finally finished, as did mine.