Surrender the Senses: A Twisted Game

The game started innocently enough… we’ve been happily married for over twenty years, and part of the secret is that, whenever sex gets to be a routine, we switch it up a bit and try new things. For this sex game, the rules are simple – we take turns each week surprising each other with a request. Either you comply with the request or the game is over, the loser buys the other dinner. I don’t think either of us really thought it through, and we were now at an interesting point. What we hadn’t thought through was how competitive each of us is. Neither of us wants to lose. But even more than that, neither of us wanted to give up our turn for the next week! The first few weeks were very basic. She went first and had a basic request: That Saturday, all day, I had to drop what I was doing whenever she asked and I had to tell her something I love about her. That was pretty easy. In the morning I told her of her smile, her positive attitude… the way she smiles with the corners of her mouth upturned. By the evening I was full-on horny. Spending all day telling her how much I love her had driven me to a near-obsession, and I was getting pretty raunchy. I love the face she makes when she climaxes for the second time. I love the view of the underside of her chest when she rides me cowgirl-style and rubs her nipples… By the evening we were both hot and ready to go. The sex game worked like a charm. That was week one. I followed up on week two – my turn – with the request that she nibble whatever I point to, when I point to it. All day. I made it easy on her and had her work my lips, ears, cheeks and neck occasionally throughout the day. I loved the simplicity of it and, because it was pretty much G-rated I could make the request in public. And I did. Only when we climbed into bed did I point to her own fingers, and got to watch her suck them sensually. So hot! Then I pointed to my cock and she gave me the orgasm of a lifetime. The next couple weeks went pretty much the same, it didn’t really escalate for about two more turns each. Public kissing, picking out underwear and things like that. Each week the intended objective was achieved. We were banging like newlyweds every Saturday night. But then the stakes went up. Two weeks ago she let herself go and began to involve me in one of her fantasies of control. The first time that day I didn’t really know what the request was going to be. First thing in the morning, in bed, she slid down under the covers and took my sleepy, limp cock in her mouth and sucked me right up to the edge… then stopped. I thought my balls were going to explode! But that was just the start of it. Throughout the day she brought me to the edge at least three or four other times. Around noon, while I was doing some chores around the house, she reached inside my athletic shorts and gave me a handjob, whispering dirty things in my ear and pressing herself against me. With her large breasts spilling out of her athletic bra, I was hopelessly horny. But again she stopped short of release and walked away grinning. The worst one was around 3:00 in the afternoon… I was coming back from getting my car washed and walked into the family room. As much as I was focused on the treatment I was getting, it hadn’t occurred to me that she was enjoying it as much as she was. But that was perfectly clear to me when I walked in saw her sprawled on the couch, yoga pants around her knees and athletic bra pushed up over her perfect tits, rubbing herself. In all our 20 years I have NEVER walked in on her masturbating. She didn’t even have to touch me, I was about to come with her without so much as a single stroke. She kept the show going and wouldn’t let me join in…. after she came, she straightened herself up and went right back to tending to the garden. Around 7:00, before we went out to dinner, she asked me if I wanted to put my cock inside her a little, but I couldn’t come. That was a silly question. Since we were ready to go out to dinner she had a dress on… she must have known what my answer was going to be because she didn’t have any underwear on. She bent over, pulled her skirt up and offered me her pussy, standing doggy style. After about five strokes she stepped forward and I slipped out, dripping with her juices with my cock extremely rock hard. By the time we got back from dinner she was ready. We tumbled around on the couch, the floor, the bed and most places in between. I was so worked up I felt like a teenager! I can’t recall another time in the past 15 years when I came three times in one evening, I lost track of how many times she came, but I am positive it was a record. As fantastic as it was, with the entire day of intensity building to release, I was also ready to step it up a notch. She certainly had. What she had done bordered on cruel and I was definitely going to answer with an equally twisted request. The week seemed to creep by. I had a plan, and I knew it was going to be fantastic. A quick order from an online shop and I was set. By Thursday I couldn’t stand it, but I had to wait. When Saturday morning came, I went to work. I had bought a battery powered butterfly vibrator. The kind that straps on around her ass underneath her underwear and puts a vibrating motor right on her clit, seated within the folds of her pussy. And the best part? It was almost completely silent and had a wireless remote control so I could turn it on any time I wanted. This was going to be an AWESOME day. I woke up just a few minutes before her. When her alarm went off to get up and begin a day of shopping, chores and dinner with friends, I was standing there by her side of the bed with it in my hand. Without a word I handed it over to her. I could see a delicious mix of anxiety and anticipation in her eyes. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. After her morning shower, it took a minute for her to figure out how the straps worked and to get it situated in her pussy just right. I double checked the alignment… I wanted the business end to be directly on her clit. She slipped on a relatively loose fitting pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Just to test, I flipped the switch on the remote, putting it on low. Instantly her eyes glazed over and she stood unnaturally still, letting the sensation radiate from her buzzing pussy throughout her body. She had gotten her pleasure taking me to the edge and stopping. I wasn’t going to be so nice. Then it was off to the local Starbucks for our routine Saturday morning cappuccino. As we stood in line I reached into my pocket and put it on low again. Her eyes got a distant look and she immediately grabbed onto my elbow to steady herself. There were lots of people around, nobody noticed in the hustle and bustle. I left it on low and she shuffled up to order. Feeling some mercy I turned it off just as she started to order her drink. From then on I had her full attention. She had that simultaneous look of excitement and dread for most of our coffee while we sat there, greeted some friends and then got up to leave. That day, we were planning on planting some flowers in the yard, so we went off to the nursery. As we browsed through the plants it seemed as though she had forgotten the game. It all came rushing back to her as she rounded the mums. There was nobody around so I decided we were going to go for it right then, whether she was ready or not. Pushing the control past low to medium, I watched as she stood as still as a post. Her distant look had a sort of pleading in it… “Here? Now?” she seemed to ask me with her glazed-over eyes. Yes here. Yes now. When she figured out I was not going to relent, she leaned with her back against the nearby trellis post, planted her feet, spread her knees a couple inches and waited for the orgasm to run its course. I just watched as her tan, slim, muscular body coursed with pleasure. She is so beautiful, so sexy. Even though she’s 45, her shape is hot enough to catch the attention of men of all ages. Watching her orgasm is the single most exhilarating thing in my entire world. Seeing it in public was enough to make a lifetime of memories. With very little noticeable drama, she shook it out and then regained her composure. That’s my girl. I was rock hard too, but so focused on her that I didn’t even think about my own needs. Throughout the morning as we worked in the yard I would flip the switch on low, sometimes medium speed, just to get a quick jolt into her. The feeling of power, being able to send a little energy right to her sex nerves… it was intoxicating. I knew, however, if I overdid it, she would be worn out for the activities I had planned for the evening. So around lunch I asked her to give it back to me for a bit so I could recharge the batteries. I knew we were absolutely going to need them for the night. The day went on as usual until we began to get ready for dinner. Our plans were to go out with some friends for drinks and to an outdoor restaurant in the Malibu hills. It would be the perfect scene for what I had planned. Because we’d be having dinner outdoors at a busy place, people wouldn’t hear the noise of the vibrator at all. And before dinner we’d be meeting up with our friends at the bar there. That place was even more chaotic. Perfect. I dropped the remote into my pocket and we went out the door. I think she was waiting for me to send a warning shot and flip it on for a second, but I held off. This was too perfect to rush. When we got to the bar inside the restaurant, several of our friends were already there. I got us both a drink and we started mixing around. After a few minutes she was talking to a couple of her girlfriends. They were going on about the new tennis coach, how cute he was and talking about how sweet his girlfriend is. Watching her from a couple tables away, I figured it was the perfect time to begin. So I flipped the switch. On low, completely out of the blue. She had no idea it was coming, and it caught her off guard. Right away she got that distant stare, and she was fighting it. There, in the middle of the conversation with her friends she was starting to feel sensual pleasure in her pussy. She knew I was watching. She knew I was loving the reaction. I increased the speed, then decreased it, then increased it again. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure she was experiencing. She would occasionally glance around nervously, but always returned her gaze to me, eager for more. As I watched her, I realized she wasn’t just enjoying the sensation; she was completely lost in it. The game had taken a turn, and I was enjoying every minute of it. She was letting go, and I was pushing her to the edge. Her eyes widened as she pushed herself further, her body arching in anticipation. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, “You’re good at this.” With a final, desperate push, she reached the peak of pleasure. Her body convulsed, her muscles tensing, before she collapsed back into her chair, gasping for air. Her eyes met mine, filled with both pleasure and exhaustion. Without a word, she grabbed the remote from my pocket and turned the device off. She leaned back, savoring the afterglow, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. It was time for me to step up my game.

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