Charlotte's Evening Indulgence

After a long, arduous day, I finally arrived home, exhausted and depleted. It had been far too long since Charlotte and I had last made love, and the longing gnawed at me. As I pulled my car into the drive, the house appeared darker than usual, a subtle shift that immediately raised my suspicions. My wife waited for me in the hallway, a captivating vision in a long, flowing skirt, sheer black tights, and elegant heels, all complemented by a striking emerald green jumper. She wore her makeup and earrings, an unusual touch for a weeknight, adding an extra layer of allure. Her eyes met mine, holding a knowing, seductive smile that hinted at a carefully planned evening. Before I could utter a greeting, she swiftly put her finger to her lips, a silent command to maintain silence, followed by a whispered, "Shh, the kids are in bed." This detail only intensified my unease; 8:15 PM was far too early for the children to be asleep.

Despite my mounting questions, Charlotte took my hand, leading me through the dimly lit hallway and into the candlelit conservatory. Gentle music filled the air, creating an intimate and sensual atmosphere. As I took it all in, she drew close, her body pressing against mine, a blatant invitation to pleasure. She placed her hand gently on the back of my head, pulling me in for a long, deep, passionate kiss. I instinctively ran my hand over the smooth curve of her buttock, feeling the silk stockings she wore for me tonight. Her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered, "Dinner is served, my love."

Charlotte had prepared a delectable roast lamb, served alongside a bottle of robust red wine. While I savored the rich flavors, my heart pounded in my chest, and my cock grew noticeably larger in my trousers as I pondered what her true intentions might be. Throughout the meal, she teased me relentlessly, asking about my day while simultaneously stroking my leg with her foot, an undeniable attempt to distract me from her desires. I struggled to finish a single sentence, completely captivated by her playful torment.

Suddenly, she took a generous gulp of wine and exclaimed, "Ooh, it's hot in here!" before swiftly removing her green jumper, revealing a breathtaking black lace bra. The sight sent a jolt of electricity through me, confirming my suspicions about her carefully crafted plan. "Sorry, what were you saying?" she asked innocently, yet her eyes held a mischievous glint. I was rendered speechless, utterly unable to respond to her blatant provocation. Her laughter echoed through the room as she realized the effect she had on me, then she gracefully rose to her feet. "Right, time for dessert," she announced, and slowly unzipped her skirt, exposing her stunning figure in the candlelight. The sight of her exquisite body – the black lace bra, crotchless black lacy panties, black fishnet stockings, and heels – left me breathless. Leaning over, she gave me a quick, passionate kiss on the lips, and my gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, lost in the beauty of her breasts.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised, before disappearing into the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a large bowl overflowing with strawberries and whipped cream. “Aren’t you having any?” she inquired, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "No, tonight I'm serving you," she replied, placing the bowl on the table before me. As I watched, she approached behind me, deftly grabbing one of my old ties from my pocket and expertly tying it around my wrist. A sudden surge of panic gripped me, but I offered no resistance as she secured the other wrist, effectively restraining me. With me firmly bound, she moved forward, spreading her legs wide and settling onto my lap, straddling me with a possessive grace. My cock was fully erect, and if I had a free hand, I would have plunged it deep into her, but all I could do was endure her captivating presence.

She held the bowl of strawberries and cream, teasingly offering it to me with a spoon. All the while, she rocked back and forth on my legs, tantalizingly out of reach of my eager hand. Witnessing her obvious desire to turn me on, she erupted in laughter, relishing the pleasure she derived from my unrestrained longing. Charlotte loves to tease me, and she derives a significant thrill from knowing just how much she can stir my passions. She continues to play this game, savoring the anticipation of my release.

She offered me the spoon again, this time placing it just out of my reach, forcing me to lean in to obtain it. As I leaned closer, she pulled it further away, further fueling my frustration. I found myself chasing after the spoon, desperately trying to satisfy my insatiable hunger. "Whoops!" she exclaimed as the strawberry rolled off the spoon and landed between her breasts. Charlotte promptly folded her arms under her mounds, pushing them up to create a more alluring display. “Take it,” she whispered, and I greedily snatched the succulent strawberry from the ground, bringing it to my mouth and savoring its sweetness. I leaned in once more, tasting the creamy goodness that coated her beautiful breasts, licking every last drop with abandon.

She saw my complete absorption in the pleasure, but still, she continued to tease, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She put a strawberry in each side of her bra and demanded I remove them with my mouth. Happily, I obliged, scooping my tongue deep and low into each cup, savoring the delicious flavor and texture of her flesh.

At this point, she gave a contented sigh of pleasure, then quickly composed herself, determined to maintain control and deny my demands. She stands up and walks back to the table. When she turns away, I can see her gorgeous body from behind, her legs perfectly proportioned in her stockings and heels. Above this, I gaze on her wonderful curvy bottom and hips, my favorite part of her. Charlotte places her hands on her hips and slowly sways them from side to side. She then turns to look over her shoulder like a 40s pin-up and smiles.

“Enjoying the show?” she asks, her voice laced with amusement. I struggled to speak, overcome by the intensity of my desire.

She continues to the table and bends over, placing her elbows on the glass. Then she does something that blows my mind completely. On each side of the table is tied a wrist restraint. She places each of her wrists in one of them, fastening them with her teeth. “Oh, dear,” she says in mock dismay, “looks like I can’t get away.” She spreads her legs and leans over even further so her nipples are on the cold glass of the table and, oh, she is a feast for my eyes. Her hips sway from side to side, and I can see her pussy lips between her legs. Even in the low light, I can see that she is moistening, ready for me to invade her body.

As ready as she is, I still have a problem: I can’t get free. I remain tied to this damned chair! I strain at my bonds, but they won’t come away with sheer brute strength. I fumble, pry, and dig away with my fingers while Charlotte shakes her ass at me, causing the sweet flesh of her buttocks to bounce up and down. She grinds her pussy on the table, and I can hear the scratches of pubic hair on the glass.

“Mmm,” she moans. “My pussy is getting really wet for you, honey. Come inside me, babe; come into me now!”

My eyes glue onto her glistening love place and her shapely legs that look so sexy in those stockings. The part of my brain that is trying to release the knots fights a battle with the part wanting with all my being to fuck my wife. At last, the first knot loosens! I shake my right hand free and quickly free my left, noting the red marks on my wrists. She sure didn’t make it easy for me! Charlotte carries on her slow seductive movements and makes mock sexy moans at me, but she is at my mercy now! I know what she’s thinking: that I’m going to drop my pants and thrust straight in. Well, I have to admit I want to, but if she thinks I’m letting her get away with being a merciless tease earlier, she is very much mistaken. Oh yes, two can play at that game, darling! I crouch behind her and place one finger on her ankle.

“Aren’t you going to take me?” she says, sounding a bit disappointed.

“In a minute,” I reply, trying to sound calm and in control. (All an act; I’m as horny as hell.) Slowly, I move my finger up her stockinged leg to her thigh, lingering longer when my finger meets flesh. I trace it all the way up to her vulva. She draws a sharp intake of breath. “Hmm, there was no calculated teasing in that,” I think. “It was completely involuntary. Now I get to turn you into a quivering heap of desire, my love.”

I try going slow again, but she is having none of it. She rocks her whole body back and forth, pushing herself at me again and again. I put my hands on her delicious, curvy hips and grip hard, while her body moves faster and she fucks me for all she is worth.

I can feel the warm sensation spreading from my dick to my whole body; my limbs start to tingle, and I know I am close to exploding inside her. I take a moment to gaze on the beautiful sight before me and know that God has truly blessed me with a wife that is so sexually appealing to me. The view of her pleasing plump behind writhing in ecstasy makes my manhood so hard. I cannot resist. I take a handful of cream in each hand and smear it all over both buttocks. As my fingers again play with her pussy, I place a strawberry on the top of her buttock cleft. As I lean down to take a bite, I put my hand on her vulva and give a firm circular massage to her pleasure hole.

“OOOH, YESS!” she screams as waves of orgasm hit me, and the world seems to melt away. The only thing I am aware of is my dick sending shock waves through me as I fire my cum into her hot vagina. I cry out each time I launch, and each spurt hits me like a cannonball. Still, I pound hard against her as my cock fills her pussy with cum.

Soon the orgasm abates, and I come back down. My wife lies motionless on the table as if stunned. Her orgasm has taken her, and she won’t know where she is for a few minutes yet! I can no longer bear my weight, so I sit back down and watch my cum leak out of my motionless wife’s pussy and drip down her soft, stocking-clad legs.

As soon as I can walk again, I come over to her and release her from her restraints.

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