A Hotwifes fantasy

[bluetygerlilly]

This is a fictional account of a BDSM experiance that I would like to have. My husband has encouraged me to write down my fantasy and talk to others whom might be able to help me explore this part of my sexuality. I don't like humiliation and not into the master/slave dynamic. I am simply a Hotwife who likes a little pain with her pleasure.

Enjoy.

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My knuckles were tight on the steering wheel and my heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to burst out of my chest.

Breathe girl, you’re gonna be fine…This wasn’t going to be like when you jumped up on the St Andrew’s Cross at the hotel party. This time the person administering the pain will know what he is doing.

That was both scary and exhilarating to think as I climbed up the steps to the hotel room. I knocked on the door and waited. Slowly the door opened and a voice beckoned from the darkness.

“Take three steps into the room and close your eyes.”

I took a deep breath and crossed the threshold and into the darkness.

One…chills ran down my spine.

Two…the slice of light from the doorway disappears.

Three…I shut my eyes tight and stop.

***

With my eyes shut tight, I opened my other senses to the room. I could hear him in the dark, his shoes softly scuffling across the rug as he crossed the room. He didn’t stop next to me but continued on. There was a slight scent of musk and leather in the room.

I felt his presence before I heard his voice, “I’m right next to you and putting a blindfold in your hand. By putting this on you are agreeing to do what I say. You will not speak unless directly spoken to. This will be an intense session but you must trust that I will do nothing to permanently cause you harm. This will be a journey of pain and pleasure but if at any time you feel it is too much or you cannot go on you will utter the safe word. Do you agree to this?”

I take the blindfold and put it on. “Yes, I agree.”

“Good, now what is your safeword?”

I thought for a moment and said with a smile, “Kenshu.” And then turned myself over to him.

***

He leaned in and caressed my neck with his hot breath. I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I’m so pleased that you have decided to give yourself over to me. Now, strip for me.”

Slowly my hands go down to my waist and I tug on the sash. The slinky black dress flies open to reveal my nakedness underneath. I let the dress slide off my shoulders onto the floor. I’d prepared for this night by taking a long, hot bath and shaving all over. The cold air over my nipples and newly shaved pussy made me shiver with delight. The need to please and be accepted was overwhelming.

Would he be attracted or appreciative of the extra care I took? A tiny voice inside was whining. I quickly squashed it. No doubts, no regrets. I am here and this is what I want.

He must have sensed my doubt because he knelt me down onto my knees and handled me like a skittish colt. My ass was bare and angled outward. Open and easily accessed to anything. I’d never felt so bare and exposed. Every chance he had he rubbed himself over me while he cuffed my hands and legs. The contrast of the hardness through his jeans against my soft, bare skin was starting to make me wet.

“These cuffs are specially made so they can be quickly released at anytime,” he reassured me.

After he cuffed me, he ran his hands up my shoulders and through my hair. He pulled my head back with my hair and kissed me roughly and quickly, scraping his teeth across my lips. He let go of my hair and ran his fingers down my back and over my buttocks.

He leaned over my body and I could smell his musky I felt his hand pull away and then a second later there was a sharp stinging and clap as he struck my bare ass.

I let out a combination whimper and moan.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked carefully.

“Oh yesss.” I said eagerly.

“Good, that was barely a taste of what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

He moved around to position himself behind me and began alternating slapping my ass and stroking my now dripping pussy. The alternating pleasure and pain was intense. My ass glowed from the heat of the beating and I my pussy ached to be properly fucked. I arched my ass in anticipation of every swat and ground my pussy into his hand. Just as I felt the familiar building of a powerful orgasm he stopped both the swatting and the stroking and stepped away.

The abrupt stop left me feeling abandoned and confused. Hot and salty tears leaked out of my eyes and stung the wound on my lip from where I bit it during the frenzy.

Breathing hard I asked, “What happened? Is something wrong?”

He chuckled in the darkness. “No, not at all. I just wanted to get ready for the next stage.”

He moved around in front of me and I heard the sharp short zip followed by the rustle of cloth as he de-jeaned himself. He leaned down and said in a husky voice into my ear, “I want you to show me how much you liked what I just did.”

I smelt the musky, fleshy scent of his cock and felt the rosebud tip brush my lips. I opened my mouth and greedily took his cock into my mouth and started sucking and licking him from base to tip. He balanced him self on my shoulders and wrapped his hand in my hair. My moans vibrated my mouth as my tongue twirled under the ridge right under the mushroom cap of his head. He rocked himself back and forth with my ministrations. I continued to suck and lick, my saliva lubricating his cock, making it easier to fuck him with my mouth.

Again he pulled away abruptly and with a shaky voice he said, “Whoa there. I don’t want to go yet. I want to fuck you hard.”

A delighted shiver ran down my spine, right into my eager pussy. There was a long, slow zip sound from a zipper and the rustling of cloth and crinkling of something in foil. The crinkling continued and I realized with a little relief that he was putting on a condom. I heard something being lifted off the dresser and his feet scuffling across the carpet towards me.

He positioned himself behind me and asked. “Are you ready to be fucked?”

“Please.” I replied eagerly.

“Please what?” He asked.

I thought for a moment before answering. “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”

“Do you want some more pain as well?”

I answered with no hesitation, “Yes!”

“Good, that’s all I wanted to hear.”

He slammed himself inside my overly ready pussy and allowed me to adjust to his girth for a moment. Then he slowly started to fuck me. I felt several sharp stings across my shoulders and the crack of leather against flesh. I gasped and moaned my pleasure at the dual sensations of being fucked and flogged. We fell into a rhythm of his cock sliding in and out while raining blows across my shoulders and back. I moaned and shrieked as I felt myself building once again. Part of me scared that he would pull away or stop again.

I heard him throw down whatever he was flogging me with and he dug his hands into my hips and just started fucking me with vigor. I couldn’t hold back anymore, my body was thrown into waves upon waves of pleasure. I vaguely heard him grunting and gasping and he reached his climax as well.

He collapsed onto my back panting, his sweat stinging the scrapes on my shoulders and back. We stayed there for a moment, my bones feeling like water while his cock twitched in my quivering pussy. The only sound in the dark was our breath, slowing as our heads cleared and bodies stopped throbbing.

After a while, he pulled himself off and out of me and gave me a playful slap on the ass. “Mmm, that was good. I’m looking forward to doing this again.” He said while he undid my restraints and helped me up. I was unsteady and he helped me onto the bed. There was a slight sting when I sat down and I rubbed my arms and legs as they tingled with the feeling returning.

The light came on and I was temporarily blinded again. When I could see again I inspected the marks on my wrists and ankles. He helped me up and showed me my back and butt in the mirror. He explained how he used a “love whip” that looked like a mini leather cat-o-nine tails to make the marks that criss-crossed my shoulders and back. My butt was still bright red from his hand.

We chatted briefly of what had happened and how we felt while we were dressing and cleaning up. I agreed to come back as long as my husband wasn’t too upset by the light bruises now forming on my butt and shoulders. He told me to call him if I had any second thoughts or if my husband needed reassurance. I promised I would and gave him a soft brief kiss goodbye.

I exited the hotel room and practically skipped to my car as I thought of how my husband was eagerly waiting at home to hear of my new experience. Would he be as excited as I was or would he be concerned with the marks? I couldn’t wait to find out.

[secoastal]

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Great story - well written!!