Role-play sessions taking place on Fridays.
On a chilly rainy Friday in November, England, Paul spent his day eagerly anticipating the evening. Earlier in the morning, his wife Faith had informed him not to stop by the local pub to meet his friends after work. Faith had let him know that she'd prepared an intriguing surprise for the two of them. Their sex life was always evolving, including various erotic role-playing situations.
Throughout the day, he fantasized about Faith's potential character to play that evening. Would she be a red-haired femme fatale, a sultry blonde, or an exotic brunette? Faith had the capability and wigs to bring each image to life.
His curiosity heightened as he parked his car and approached the front door. To his surprise, Faith stood by the entrance, her dark hair up in a bun and wearing high black heels. She had on black stockings, a tiny sheer black thong, and a tightly bound black corset, leaving her breasts exposed. In one hand, she brandished a riding crop – a prop that would surely add an element of spice to their role playing.
"I see you have arrived, my pet," she said, an evil gleam in her eye.
Paul set his briefcase down and rested his jaw in awe. He contemplated the next moves of his wife's role play, wondering how it would all unfold and who would be the center of attention.
"The kids are away until Sunday, my dear," she said, smithing a devious grin, "So I thought I'd put you through your paces upstairs. Let's go."
Leaving his briefcase unattended, Paul complied and followed Faith up the stairs. Faith sat on the bed as he slowly took off his suit.
"Turn around," she commanded as she prepared herself for her next move. Using her wicked sense of humor, she bound his wrists with handcuffs, leaving him defenseless. Standing before her, Paul groaned, knowing that Faith would have her way with him.
"Good boy, pet," she praised.
Faith playfully spanked him with the riding crop. "You better be obedient tonight," she teased.
Already excited, she instructed him to turn around. As he did so, she transferred the crop to her other hand and began unbuttoning his shirt. He knew not to question her. He let her have her way with his clothes and stood before her fully naked. Faith gripped the riding crop, flashing a devious smile.
"Lie down on the bed," she ordered, and eagerly Paul did so. Faith sat on the edge of the bed, holding the whip. She unclipped his handcuffs, much to his relief. Faith's dominant side took her over as she manhandled him. She shoved him face-first into her lady parts. Paul didn't object. He was grateful for any part he could play in her enjoyment.
As he licked her wet pussy, Faith ground her hips against his face. He could tell she was ready for his skilled licks, letting him know how much she loved his passionate tongue. He dove right in, bringing out his past experiences with Faith. He licked her clit, allowing her to guide his tongue to her liking.
Faith could be insatiable when she was in this mood, so he continued his exploration. A melodic "yes, yes, yes" brought him back to reality. She was close. Her legs gripped his head, pressing her pussy against his face.
Paul knew from experience that Faith's orgasms could be quite lengthy. Quickly, she came. The sheer strength with which she held him in that position confused him. But he respected the power of her commands.
She released him, but before lying down, she tasted his face, teasing him with her wetness. "You make me so wet, pet," she said.
Her free hand now held back her hair, gripping perfectly still. She licked his lips to finish off the night with one last erotic tease.
Paul
awoke later, belatedly excited by the events of the night. His member stood at attention, continuing to drip with precum. He knew Faith had just had an orgasm, but he remained trapped with her, unable to relieve the tension in his balls. She giggled, having successfully manipulated him both mentally and physically.
Unsatisfied, she untied the handcuffs and momentarily lingered in his lap, rubbing him with her pussy before finally leaning back and letting him out. He groaned, unaccustomed to his cock's hardness, and relieved that his arousal was finally at an end. Nonetheless, he had to admire her ingenuity in spicing up their sex life.
Faith smirked at her captive partner as he kneeled, awaiting her command. Pondering his fate, she stood and helped him rise. She looked into his eyes with her hazel gaze, flicking out her tongue to caress the head of his erection, which glistened with pre-cum. As his hips thrust automatically, she squeezed his balls, teasing, "You'll find I call the shots here."
Faith led him up the stairs, instructing him to follow as best he could while still handcuffed. Her heels clicked loudly on the wood. At the door to her bedroom, she paused, then pulled her victim inside. Scanning the room, she spotted the ropes fastened to the bed's corners, the array of sex toys on the nightstand - dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, and a huge bottle of lube.
When Paul inspected the room, fear washed over him, but she calmed his nerves, whispering, "Don't fret. I'll make it pleasurable for both of us." Distracted by the hand on his ass, he felt her probe between his cheeks. "Time to get you out of those cuffs," she murmured. From behind her, she produced a key, revealing it from within her cleavage.
Paul rubbed his wrists once the manacles were dismantled. He gazed at Faith, her beauty and confidence captivated him as always. Her voice interrupted his admiration. "Crawl to the end of the bed on your hands and knees, slave." Interrupted by a sting on his ass from the crop, he rushed to obey her command. Instead, she caressed him, her thumb on his balls and her fingers stroking the shaft. Pausing for a moment, she offered him a moaning sigh, acknowledging the discomfort. Continuing her work, she explored his behind, slipping a finger into him. Paul moaned, overwhelmed by the feelings. After a few moments passed, she released his cock, retrieving more lube. "Be still, on your stomach," she instructed
Paul lowered to the bed as she moved. Bastinadoing his ass with the lube, she said mysteriously, "I won't let you finish just yet, Paul." A finger slipped into him, followed by another, her index finger explored deeper. Each order gave him immense pleasure, though he didn't dare question the depth. Hearing her tease, he realized he'd been silenced - she had crushed the base of his cock with a metal ring, trapping the testicles. "I find that useful sometimes," she said before striking his buttocks with the crop.
"Now, slave," she commanded, indicating she wanted him face up. Eager to avoid the weapon, he scurried into position. Taking her time, she secured each restraint, careful not to add discomfort. Once the bonds were in place, she complained, "Ugh, you're a squirmer, aren't you?" Her bindings kept him still, and she reclined on the bed, his hard cock pressing against Faith's slick pussy. Paul watched, eager for her to touch him again. What a sight: she played with her breasts, tweaking her nipples before beginning the most erotic caress. He couldn't handle arousal and fear combined.
"You've enjoyed it so far, right, Paul?" Faith teased, distracting him from the script as she pressed his gleaming balls with her thumb. "You're taking it nicely so far," she praised his submission. Laughing lightly, "Almost like you deserve this." She stood manically, stretching her arms to touch his chest and face, reaching over his walls with her fingertips. Leaving him bound, she grabbed her dildo and positioned it behind him, gasping at his relaxation as she pushed it in, saying, "A good choke hold from behind should keep you like this." And laughingly, "Just be still and close your eyes." She continued to thrust into him from behind. "Now, touch your balls. Closer." Cuckolded by his captor, he did as he was told.
She rolled off him and climbed down, gasping briefly, "I'm sure you'll come later. We'll enjoy these special pegs," she previewed. Winking, "Or not." Retrieving her favorite strap-on, wearing its harness, she assumed the position above him, "Just for you. Watch me." The act revealed as she rode him, a marvel at her control. Paul struggled within his restraints, his heart elevated with her enjoyment. As she finished, she pulled the plug, wiped herself, and chuckled at her omnipotence. "Panting like a dog? That's great. I hope you did well for me/myself," she taunted. Paul remained in his place, her captive, breathing heavily at her synonymously erotic and abusive speech. Finally, she slapped him a few more times with the crop. "Off the bed, I'm done." Paul left the restraints as she stepped away to get dressed. Leaving the room, he couldn't help but reflect on her words. I've never felt so vulnerable or aroused at the same time.
"Doesn't it feel good to have your hands free, Paul? Wouldn't you like to be playing with my nipples like this?" She purred while pinching each nipple and grinding her pussy on his shaft. "Your penis feels so good, honey, as it spreads my pussy lips. I'm so wet that it just slides right in." Faith continued teasing him.
She released a nipple and let her hand fall while lifting her hips slightly. She then grabbed his penis and slowly rubbed the tip against her clitoris, causing soft moans to escape her lips. With one fast motion, she repositioned, and Paul's penis slid inside her. It was his turn to groan as she settled. This feeling made him happy because they fit together so well. Instead of riding him, she chose to remain still. When he tried to thrust upward, she quickly grabbed his nipples, pinching them hard. "Remember, Paul, I'm in control; I decide when and if you get to climax. So behave." Faith said quickly.
Paul apologized, "Sorry, Faith, you're driving me crazy. I've never seen this side of you, and I don't know how to respond. It's exciting and frustrating, and I've never been more horny." He admitted.
"Oh, Paul, we've only just started." Faith laughed as she got up and left the bed. "Wait right here; I'll be back in a few minutes." She then shut the bathroom door.
Paul was compelled to remain stationary, his penis bobbing and throbbing with desire for his wife. As he realized it wouldn't be long before he'd be allowed to climax, he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
He was unsure how long he lay there before he heard the bathroom door open. He glanced up and saw Faith, but a different version of her. His lady had changed into a red lace bodysuit with no bottom, her hard nipples poking through the lace. She was also sporting one of her many wigs. This one was shoulder-length and bright red, matching the red lipstick she wore.
"Behold, what Faith has left me to entertain." She said. "I'm Ruby, baby. I enjoy sucking penis." Ruby concluded as she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between Paul's legs. He raised his head to witness her grasping his penis and starting to lick it like a lolly. Faith's gaze remained fixed on Paul's face as she slowly licked down the shaft. It was almost too much to bear, knowing he would not be permitted to climax. She maintained a tight grip on the base of his penis.
When she finally accepted the head of Paul's penis into her mouth, he relaxed and closed his eyes. This showed it was a terrible idea, as she bit down. "No looking away, Paul; keep your eyes on me while I fuck with you." Ruby/Faith instructed. Paul had no choice but to follow orders. Once he was again watching her, she commenced to take his penis deeper into her mouth. At the same time, he could feel her tongue along the shaft. For a fleeting moment, he considered disobeying to feel some pain that might distract him from his desire to climax. He was spared the pain when she released his penis with a pop.
"I believe it's my turn now, Paul. So I'll take it." She said, spinning around and straddling his head. Paul looked upward to find her juicy pussy slowly descending onto his face as she once again consumed his penis. Not needing to be instructed, he stuck out his tongue and, as soon as she was close enough, began to lick, kiss and suck her pussy as if it was his final meal. As Paul performed oral, he was distracted by Faith's mouth. She was a past master at giving head, knowing when to begin and end, all while encouraging him to use his tongue for her pleasure.
Paul realized the best chance was to give her a climax (climaxes), and consequently, he might be allowed to climax. Once this was achieved, she repositioned, Paul was allowed to suck her clitoris between his lips and flick his tongue back and forth against it. This seemingly did it for her, and she was soon convulsing in a climax. Paul did everything in his power to extend it as she shuddered, kissing and licking any body part within reach until she finally tired out and collapsed on top of him, her pussy now out of reach. As she regained her strength, she left the room without uttering a word.
Once more, Paul lay motionless, his hard member craving for relief. Just then, an unknown blonde called Faith leaned over him, offering a glass of water. " Glad to see you back, Paul. I'm Bianca - a blonde who enjoys playing with her vagina and making men thirsty." Paul groaned with impatience, having endured an incredibly tantalizing night.
His field of vision sharpened, and he had a better look at "Bianca." She adorned a white male shirt, open just a little, and a lacy thong sporting a peculiar string of pearls connecting her lips. Paul salivated at the thought of tasting her pearls again. He found himself cursed as this culprit slide down on his chest, nuzzling his face with her rumpled shirt to reveal her amazing breasts, and hard nipples. His fingers twitched to explore, but those lovely orbs lay just out of his reach. With one hand yet on her breast, the other slid to her crotch, accidentally brushing her wet spot.
Bianca taunted, "Wanna play with these, Paul?" Wiggling against his prop for persistent access, she'd shift to tease him with titillating nipple play. "I bet you're eager to sink those sharp teeth into them. Imagine what it feels like. Feels great, doesn't it? Transmitting incredible pleasure through my clitoris." Sweet moans escaping her mouth as she pinched her swollen flesh with firm control.
Her left nipple facing him, then her right, flashing tantalizing layers of nipple and limbs, driving Paul wild. Suddenly, a new temptation - Bianca's close-up vagina with a gem of a thong.
"Feast your eyes on my soaked pussy, Paul. I'm drenched, " Bianca remarked, brushing her glistening pearls. "Imagine having your tongue play with these pearls as they bump my clit." As she dangled them near him, he was deprived. Instead, she'd land both hands on his head. "Rest there till I'm done playing." Her lips glistened, and her breasts bobbed in time with her moans as she teased his mind.
A blissful cycle of teasing followed: worked on her nipple, came to him for an embrace only to remove it, returned to his face to reveal her pussy, left to finger herself. The verbal teasing was explicit, and the need to pause and taste the forbidden pearls was devious.
Her words swirled through his mind: "See how wet I am, Paul? Enjoy sliding them on my clit, I imagine your tongue. How sweet would that be?" Her fingers wandered like climbers, gliding against her precious pearls, plucking at her clit along with a crescendoing crescendo.
Buttons unclasped, she wiggled her pelvis, her nipples exposed, her sweet scene visible in pursuit of indulgence.
Aware of her creeping to a head-spinning orgasm, his impatient efforts to reach her pressed Paul back, "I wonder what you'll do when I decide to give you my gems." But Bianca, her laughter sounding mischievous without a hint of shame, sat on his chest, undeterred. "Hurry up and finish the dent your wife's made. Yes, Paul, I mean it. Now, it's our turn!" Pauls gaze followed Bianca to the door to find the familiar trembling hands he had longed to hold, and fondled being Faith, standing in all her famished beauty. Her lips caressed his face with welcome and promised pleasure. Once loose, he seized hold, pulling her onto the bed. "I adore you, Faith. If only I could collect and marry you all at once - tonight was the best night ever," Paul praised in between passionate kisses. "But, I'm watching the entrance as I ache to cum, Faith reassured him, spread open her legs and reached for his hard tool.
He stabled her, barely able to last. A seamless slip into heaven, he bemoaned the inevitability of his come.
"No holding back, Paul. Fill me with your sperm now. Rush me, Paul - I crave a seed at this point." His hand, placed atop hers, hurried his pace.
Cycles of orgasm followed, punctuated by her sharp cries and slowing breaths. Successirr through powerful thrusts, Paul released passionately down into her depths.
The confession: "What a mess you're in, Paul. I'm going to brush it up. Take me while you clean up," Bianca giggled and dashed to the bathroom.
With some patience, she returned, cradling a washrag. Paul found himself still going wild for his wife.
Encouraged by his faith, Paul hastened his movements, his pelvis a whirlwind as his climax approached. With a gasp, he commenced to release, holding onto Faith's hips firmly as he filled her insides with his pleasure. There was a look of bliss on Faith's face as Paul witnessed her fingers caressing her clit for one last, small burst of ecstasy.
Tired, Paul disentangled himself from Faith, his now spent member slipping out and leaving a path of our blended fluids. He lay on the bed, panting heavily as Faith slid towards him. With a gentle caress, she turned his face towards hers, and they kissed. Paul sensed her hands removing the cock ring off of his member and discarding it before she started kissing her way down his body.
As she hovered over his soft cock, Faith lightly licked and inquired, "How quickly can you perform again, Paul?"
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