Bound & Blinded: Oral Ecstasy

The scent of rain hung heavy in the air, clinging to the damp concrete outside, but inside, the late Saturday morning sun streamed through the sheer linen curtains, bathing the opulent bedroom in a golden glow. Lauren, my wife, was peeling off her athletic wear, a deliberate tease, her movements languid and slow, a silent invitation that I couldn’t resist. The remnants of our Peloton workout still clung to her skin, a testament to our shared dedication to health, but now they felt like a prelude to something entirely different. The absence of her underwear was a small, provocative detail, a subtle signal that she was eager to shed the constraints of the day.

Just days prior, we’d experienced our first foray into anal sex, a surprisingly intense and memorable encounter. The memory lingered, a potent reminder of the primal connection we shared, fueling the simmering desire that now radiated from her every pore. The past week had been filled with stolen moments of intimacy, quickies snatched amidst the demands of our busy lives, each encounter adding to the electric tension between us. But this morning, with the house completely to ourselves, the air crackled with a palpable anticipation, a promise of unbridled pleasure.

As I stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to my skin, I found Lauren perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, her back partially exposed, a tantalizing glimpse of her perfect curves. Her legs were slightly spread, inviting a closer look, and her ass, sculpted by years of yoga and pilates, seemed to beckon me closer. It wasn't just her physical beauty that held me captive; it was the knowing look in her eyes, the silent communication that spoke volumes about her intentions. I knew exactly what she wanted, and the thought sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

I stripped off my own clothes, letting the cool air brush against my skin, mirroring her own deliberate display of vulnerability. The anticipation built with each passing moment, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic drip of the showerhead and the distant rumble of a passing truck. As I approached her, I could feel the heat radiating from her body, a silent invitation to indulge in our shared fantasies.

I began to slowly ejaculate, my muscles tensing with the release of pent-up desire. Lauren watched with amusement, a playful glint in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

"I'm doing what you clearly want me to do," I replied, my voice husky with pleasure.

"Which is?" she pressed, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Do I need to explain?" I asked, my gaze lingering on her exposed form.

I moved closer, laying down on the bed beside her, continuing my solo pleasure session. She followed suit, crawling onto the bed on her hands and knees, her body leaning into mine. The proximity was intoxicating, the scent of her perfume mingling with the lingering aroma of my shower gel. The sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the scene in a golden hue, making us appear like gods and goddesses in our own private paradise.

Then, as if summoned by my arousal, she reached for something on her nightstand. With a flourish, she pulled out two sets of ornate, silver handcuffs. My jaw dropped in astonishment. "Handcuffs? What are you going to do with those?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with shock and a hint of amusement.

She simply smirked, her eyes locking onto mine, a silent challenge hanging in the air. Slowly, she crawled onto my chest, straddling my face, her pussy mere centimeters from my lips. Her arousal was palpable, a silent invitation that I couldn’t resist. The velvet of my skin felt rough against her wetness, and the scent of her aroused body filled my senses. I took a deep breath, savoring the moment, as she continued to slowly move her hips. Her clitoris glistened with moisture, begging to be caressed.

I took a deep breath and began licking her clitoris, my tongue tracing the contours of her flesh, seeking the sweet spot that always sent shivers down my spine. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, and a low moan escaped her lips. She reached back and grabbed my throbbing cock, her fingers digging into my flesh, intensifying my pleasure. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a perfect blend of power and submission.

As she was positioned, my mouth was all over her vagina to the extent that her wetness was getting on my chin, upper lip, and nose. I felt like I had her essence completely in my mouth. She was working her hips like we were fucking, totally immersed in the attention I gave her.

When she started to whimper “Yes! Yes! Yes!” (à la “When Harry Met Sally” but much more quietly), I knew she was on the cusp of orgasm. When she’s this close, my approach is to steadily lick her clitoris, not stopping. Arching her back, she then started to cum, and I could feel the wetness building. She tasted so good and was now cupping her own breasts and licking her own nipples. Her body convulsed as she rode her wave of pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I kept eating her out as her orgasm subsided, and then maybe three or four minutes later—BOOM!—she came again. This orgasm appeared even stronger than the first. As her second orgasm waned after a good 30-45 seconds of ecstasy, she looked quite worked over and a bit limp. She again started rubbing her hands through my hair, her eyes now closed. Her wetness coated my face and her flavor filled my mouth. I had fully tasted my bride.

Silence and stillness reigned for nearly a minute as she continued to straddle me, her pussy still pressed against my mouth. I started licking again, and then she laughed, teasing me by saying, “Time to get dressed.”

She unlocked the cuffs, and then I slammed her to the bed, yelling “Bitch!” (She loves to be called “bitch” when we’re in bed.) "What do you want?" she asked in a rather slutty manner. She spread her legs and masturbated as I once again started pleasuring myself, my cock absolutely hard as granite and oozing with pre-cum. I grabbed the cuffs from her other hand. She pretended to not want to give them to me, but she eventually did. I cuffed both of her hands to the headboard and got on my knees next to her.

She had an incredible sexually-charged look on her face and started licking her lips. She didn’t need to say it but I knew what Lauren wanted—my dick in her mouth. And then she said it: “I wanna suck your cock, baby.”

“And you want my cum, too?” I asked as a follow-up.

“Uh-huh,” she answered.

Game on.

Holding my cock in my hands, I hovered my dick over her face, just close enough to her mouth for her to get a lick of my pre-cum. She took another lick and seemed to savor the salty ooze, and I felt overwhelmed with sexual desire. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Our eyes locked. I slapped my cock against her tongue, giving her another taste of my juice, and then slid my phallus into her warm, inviting mouth.

She started sucking me off with true purpose. I kind of missed her hands because she knows how to use them ever so skillfully during blowjobs, but her mouth still felt so good. Her eyes remained on mine as my cock thrust in and out of her mouth. I gently gave her a bit more of my cum gun, and she gladly accepted, taking at least ¾ of my cock  in her mouth. I was within inches of exploding and she knew it… and wanted it. She was now bobbing her head back and forth very rhythmically, working me over with her expert skill set.

Finally, I just couldn’t hold it; I took my cock from her mouth and started jerking myself off (typically she would still be in control, but as she was cuffed, I took matters into my own hand.) She stuck out her tongue, her eyes—still locked with mine—giving a clear invitation for me to unleash. My back suddenly arched and then…

Sperm rocketed out of me, landing on her chin, tongue, cheeks, nose and forehead. Another spurt. Then another that landed in her hair. This was an impressive load that she teased out of me. I looked down and saw her very pretty face quite messy from my cum and her tongue covered in sperm. She swallowed, then smiled and opened her mouth, inviting me to orally reenter her, which I did. She gently sucked on my dick as I softened a bit in her mouth.

I then lay next to her and looked over, admiring what I’d done and, yes, she was still cuffed. In this kind of daylight, which left nothing unnoticed, I wished I’d caught all of what had just happened on our 4K camera.

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