Bob slid his moist prick from Linda's pussy and wiled to his side, caressing her tits slowly, pleasure still lingering in his crotch.
"I sure do like to make love to you." He kissed a nipple and then her lips. "Just beautiful." The session had been long, deeply felt. He relaxed and just lay still, one arm carelessly draped across her belly.
"It keeps getting better. Sometimes I think my head will explode or something."
"I know what you mean."
"I hope it keeps on getting better. All the time now. Keeps on getting better forever."
"I hope so too." He closed his eyes. "That'd sure be great. Until we both dropped dead. Here lies Bob and Linda. Dead from fucking."
"Oh, that won't happen." She snuggled closer to him. "It will just be more perfect. You know it will?"
"Maybe. We'll just have to wait and see."
Linda was waiting to see if he would begin to make love to her again, the way he had the night before. She looked at his body, the pale light from one small lamp pooling on his torso. "You are the handsomest man in the world."
"Thank you." A smile snuck across his mouth.
"And the sexiest." She traced a small circle through the hairs on his chest with one finger.
"Thank you!" He looked at her briefly. "With somebody like you, any guy could turn out to be sexy. You are sure a turn-on." His hand slid down over her hip.
Linda curled more to her side, easing against her husband, her tit rising on the edge of his chest.
Bob's fingers reached over and touched it lightly, just playing on the very closest part.
A faint stir of desire whispered through her snatch. Linda moved her hand lower, feeling the lean firmness of the man's body. The lust stirred more definitely and she let her hand ride down over his dick.
Bob spread his legs and pressed down on her boob. "You're turning into some kind of a nymphomaniac."
"It's you that's turning me into a nymphomaniac, Bob. You and your great cock." Her hand closed around his prick.
"You sound like you need servicing." He closed his fingers around her breast.
"I need you." She massaged his shaft. "I need your big, hard cock. Oh, I need it." Her hand tugged at his organ, trying to make it rise. "I need it!" Her other hand groped for his rocks.
"Easy, don't damage the merchandise." He took his hand from her chest and lay sprawled limply on the bed. He had counted on another session or two for the night, but as long as she had started on her own, he decided to go along with it. "If you want hard dick, you'll have to work for it." Bob plumped the pillow under his head and closed his eyes.
"Okay. I will." Linda crawled around and lowered her head to his crotch. She took the full dick in with one gulp and sucked furiously, making the meat drip with spit. The rich, musky smells of the man's crotch filled her nose and she moved her tongue rapidly along the delicate skin. It was the first time she had ever started a session – with Bob or anybody else. It was very exciting and her nipples hardened swiftly, a pulse of lust forming right in the middle of her snatch. More desire entered her box and she slung one knee over his torso and crouched, straddling him, her tits dragging on his gut as she kept sucking cock. She clamped her legs to him and smeared her pussy to his chest.
The prick thickened in her mouth and she sucked slowly all along the rising length. Heat washed from her twat and she ground her clit against the firm muscles of her husband's body. His cock got longer, digging into her throat as she tightened her lips and swallowed the thick rod. Her hands ran over his legs, touched under his balls, felt for his belly, raked his skin as the dick became a full hard-on and she sucked all of it down.
Complete arousal raced through her. Her body wanted more, more sex, more man, more great cock – more fucking. She wanted him to screw her again and again. Dozens of times. Hundreds of times. Fuck her forever!
"OOOHHHH!" The sound growled from low in her chest. She held the tool in her throat, rolling the nuts with both hands. Her nose touched the loose sack.
Bob just lay on the bed letting his wife's busy mouth do its great work. He'd been getting sex since he was sixteen and had a lot of confidence in himself and knew how to take care of himself very well in bed.
Real desire bubbled from his crotch. Linda's ass was a few inches from his face. He spread the cheeks with his fingers and touched the tidy pink hole. "You want some dick in here?"
"I want it in my cunt!" She forced her pussy to his chest.
"Oh. In here," He touched her snatch from behind.
"Yes!" She writhed to him, arms grabbing at his butt. "I want you to fuck me." Desire cascaded from her as she took control of love-making. "Put it in my pussy."
"Like this?" he asked smiling. One finger crooked into the twat.
"No. No! Your cock. I want your cock!" She whirled around and straddled his hips with her thighs. She held his dick straight up and sat down, lowering herself to the spike.
"Oh, you want my wang up your tube. Why didn't you say so?" He did not move, just smiled up at her.
"Fuck me." She bounced up and down on the dick, her lust raging now. "Fuck me. Oh, Bob fuck me! Fuck!" She thrashed around on the cock, bearing down, forcing it all the way up, moaning with desperate desire, needing the release from her driving tensions. She gouged at her clit with one hand, raking his chest with the other, tearing at his flesh. "Bob. Oh. Oh! God. Oh. I need it. So bad. Oh. Fuck me. Bob. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me. Fuck me!!" She dug her nails into his stomach.
Bob smiled calmly up at the woman thrashing frantically on his prick. He managed to lie very still, the lust swelling steadily as her cunt dithered around his meat.
"God damn it! Fuck me." She bounced up and down on the rod, not able to come without his help. "Bob. Oh. I need it. So bad. Bob. Fuck me. Please. Please!"
"Sure." He heaved up, one massive drive, back and legs behind the power that hefted her into the air. He fell to the bed then strained and lifted them both clear across the mattress. He held the pose for a moment, then began to fuck, slamming up, his muscles coiled with each heavy drive.
Linda began to come with the first great slam. Her cunt burst into live flame and she melted, drowning with ecstasy. The man's cock tore up and she got off, shrieks of pure pleasure filling the room, her head snapping back. She grabbed his hips and held on, riding the bronco until she was spent, sweaty from the session, her body drained of desire. "OHH GOD!! YES!!!"
Linda fell from the stabbing tool and collapsed on the bed. "Bob, Bob." Her arms groped for him.
"How was it?" He lay still again, cock shimmering with cunt juice, pulsing above his belly.
"Just… just…" she gasped for air, "perfect… oh, oh, Bob. So good. Such a man. Ohhhhh!" She kissed him.
"You see what happens when you say please?"
"Bob, it was incredible. I don't know what happened to me. I just touched you and sort of went crazy."
"It's a nice kind of crazy." His hand pressed on her tit and his arms pulled her close for another kiss, a longer one, his dick sliding on her bare flesh as his tongue plunged in between her lips.
"You… you didn't… come." She felt the hardness of his tool.
"No. That's a long way off."
"Ohhhhhh, Bob." She flowed against him, boobs spreading over his chest as she hugged him. "I love you."
"You just want me for my body." He kissed her nose and eyes.
"I love all of you. Every bit and part. Body and everything else." She let him invade her mouth with his tongue.
He rolled, crushing her with his weight, the bottom of his dick sliding along her clit. Linda spread her legs to let him penetrate her pussy, but he just kept sliding along her clit, raising new desire from her warm flesh.
"Does that turn you on?"
"Yes."
"Does my cock get you all hot?"
"Oh, yes."
"Does my dick make you hot, hot all up in your pussy?"
"Yes. Oh, Bob. Yes!" She arched against his gliding tool.
"Do you want it? Do you want my cock?"
"Yes! I." Her arms twisted around his shoulders. "Take me!"
"Not just yet." Bob eased up from her, stopping his movements on her cunt.
"What is it? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you were just fine." He rolled away from her.
"Then what's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter. I just thought it might be fun to try some of Uncle Frank's gear again. You know, the ropes and stuff."
"Well… if you want to, I suppose…"
"It was kind of a turn on this afternoon and I want to see if I really like it or if it was just the novelty. Or if it was just you. I bet you'd turn me on anywhere. Anytime."
Linda smiled. "I guess we can. If you really want to."
"You seemed to like it this afternoon."
"Oh, I did. But I thought that was just once. Sort of to see what it was like."
"It, was. But you know me. Once is never enough."
"Right." Her smile spread as she remembered how many times he had town her what those words, really meant. "Let's do it." She sprang from the bed, tits bouncing as she went to the bedroom door.
Bob followed, stiff rod close to his belly as he went down the stairs, one hand on his wife's nude butt.
Linda clicked on the light and the living room lit up. She got the key and opened the door. "Just what did you want?" She pulled the string to light the storage room.
"I, don't know. Sort of what we did before, I guess. Maybe a little more." Bob took a length of yellow rope from the wall.
"How about this for your hands?" He lifted one arm, wrapping the cord around lightly, making a simple knot. The long rope trailed to the floor. "Is that okay? I don't want to make it too tight."
"It's fine." She adjusted the cord slightly.
"I suppose I should do something with your legs, too." He fumbled through a batch of chains. "This'll do it." Bob took a length of rusted chain, the ends holding two shackles, two inch wide curves of old iron. Crouching, he put one pair of the curves around his wife's ankle. The links rattled on the floor as he scooted around and fastened the other cuff into place. A set screw threaded down between the thrust prongs at the lip of the metal and he made them both secure.
"Try to walk. Be careful. Don't fall." He took her arm as she made a couple of short steps. There was enough chain between her feet so she could take a short stride.
"That's okay." Linda turned and looked at him. His cock was still very hard. "What about you? Aren't you going to put on anything?"
"I guess so. What would you like?"
"Well, that belt looked kind of sexy this afternoon. It's right over there." She pointed with one hand.
"Okay. That's fine with me." Bob got the wide belt and placed it around his middle, fastening the side-straps tightly. The end of his dick glowed against the dark brown leather. "Anything else?" he asked, tugging the belt lower.
The sight of his nice body banded with leather began to arouse her. "Well, how about… some chains? Yeah. Draped all over your arms."
"Let's see what Uncle Frank's got." Bob looked through the collection of chains. "This'll do." He held up a tangled nest of chains, links of different sizes clinging around a collar of milled steel. He shook it to make the lengths untangle and put the collar to his neck. It fitted very loosely as he clamped it down, chains dangling over his chest, almost to his crotch. Some of the chains had clips or rings on the end.
"Is this what you had in mind?"
"I guess so… yeah. I like it."
"Then I'll keep it." Bib clipped a couple of the hanging chains to the bottom of his belt. They stretched lightly over his chest. He took the two longest and drew them across his belly and fastened them to the belt behind his back. They cut into his flesh and he adjusted the belt to get more comfortable.
"I suppose that's what this thing is for?"
"Looks like a good fit." Linda moved closer, the fetters clicking as she walked. She raised one hand and traced the chains on the man's body.
"I ought to do something about these." He cupped her breasts, bending to kiss them briefly.
"Like what?" She advanced her pussy toward his hard tool.
"Maybe like before. With the chains across here." His tongue traced the line where the chains had been.
Linda touched his dick with her aunt. "Maybe so." He leaned against her crotch, brushing firmly on her clit and her twat creamed, a buzz of real desire winging out of it.
"Mmmmmmm, nice." He kissed her, sliding his prick all over her match.
Linda clasped her hands behind his back, taking the rope around her wrist and pulling it over him with her free hand until she held him close with it. "Now you are my prisoner." She shoved rapidly with her crotch. "You have to stay right there until you satisfy me. Satisfy my every desire."
Bob crushed her with both arms, forcing her tits into the chains on his chest. He spread his legs and ducked his prick below her box. "Gee, honey, you're not as tight as you used to be." He flicked the open space between her legs, hands grabbing at her ass.
Linda pressed her thighs tightly around his moving rod. "How's that, honey?" She squeezed as hard as she could.
"Better." He moved faster, desire swelling in his nuts.
Passion slid trough her snatch. Linda pulled on the rope until it cut into the man, tightening her thighs until they were twin pillars of rock-hard muscle around his digging cock.
Lust flowed swiftly. Bob screwed between the gripping thighs until he was deeply aroused, his balls beginning their slow ache, signaling for release.
"Yeah!" He grinned and tried to move away. The rope and her arms held him to her. "Come on." He twisted but she hauled him in tighter. "If that's the way you want it." He forced his arms down the front of her torso, inside her grip and pried up forcing her to let go.
"There." Bob leaped back, his cock thundering with lust. His movements made the chains dig into his flesh and he tugged the broad belt lower, enjoying the extra edge of pleasure the bit of pain gave to his feelings. Linda caught up the loose end of rope and used it as a whip, striking at his belly and chest.
The light rope barely stung and Bob shoved out his chest, fists planted on his hips. "Hit me. Hurt me. Hurt me! Beat me. Beat my naked body. Beat me until I bleed!"
"Beast! Monster." She swung harder, lashing wildly, the rope slicing through the air. She knew it was not hurting him and moved closer, more strength in her arms. "Bastard!"
"Whore!" Bob caught the rope and jerked so Linda dropped to one knee, off balance for a second. He lunged, looped the rope over her head and drew it tighter below her breasts.
"Let me go. Let me go." Linda struggled but he was far stranger and she let him move behind her, drawing bath arms up into light hammer-locks. She liked the forceful moves he made, holding her roughly as he bound both forearms together, tightly enough to hold them but not so the rope cut in.
The position shoved her shoulders back, separating her big tits, lifting them upward, the already throbbing nipples pointing toward the ceiling.
"That should keep you quiet." Bob moved to stand in front of his wife. Even though they were playing at it, he felt a deep excitement seeping through his crotch. He made the chains tighter over his torso and the excitement increased.
"You sure look sexy." He spread her boobs farther with one hand and kissed the velvet valley between them.
Linda strained to force her breasts further apart. Lust warmed her all through. When Bob touched her clit spasms of pure delight sped along her nerves. "Oh. Bob!" She made sharp little squeals and he eased a finger into her box. "Bob. Oh. Oh, yes. Oh!"
Bob squatted and began to lick at her cunt. His tongue flashed moistly into the blonde crotch hairs and touched the clit for an instant.
"OH!" Passion grabbed at her. "YES!" She almost came as her husband's mouth pressed against her pussy. "Bob. Oh, Bob. I love you."
Rising, Bob lapped up her soft belly to her tits, kissed each one, then turned away. "I think we'd better get serious about this now." He took a coil of flexible wire from a peg behind the blonde, drew out a few feet and wound it carefully around her tits, making a figure eight. He ran the end of the wire behind her back, made another figure eight, curved around the back the other way and then lay one strand of the quarter-inch woven metal right over both nipples, twisting the end under where it crossed the wire going to her back.
"My God! That's… incredible." She wriggled her tits against the restraint. Pleasure seeped from the nipples where the wire pressed in. It held her breasts so they looked even fuller, lifting them higher on her torso, the nipples split, throbbing as she twisted back and forth.
Bob ran the palms of both hands over the split nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh." A trembling thrill ran down her spine.
"I saw this in one of the picture books." Bob nodded to the pile of magazines on the floor. "Pretty damn nice." He kissed slowly along the wire.
Linda quivered under the pulses of desire that swept her. She tingled where his tongue flickered and melted when his closed around her tit. "Bob," she gasped, "it's wonderful."
"Looked pretty nice in the pictures." His mouth moved along the same line again. "Bitchin." He touched both nipples, pinching very slightly.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnooooohhhhhhh!" Linda shuddered with long trembling fingers of passion reaching along her nerves.
"Come here." His hands cupped under her butt and hefted her up. "I want you now!" He dug for her hole.
"Bob. Yes." She spread her legs until the chains on her ankles stopped her. "Oh, Bob."
Bob kicked the door shut and leaned her against it, lifting her until his cock could go into her box. He felt the lust growl from his rocks and shoved up hard, a stiff drive that put most of his meat inside the cunt.
"Yes." Bob snarled as he fucked, driving hard, knowing he would not last, the session now racing to its peak. His body tensed and he shoved harder, all of his dick surrounded by the woman's snatch. He crushed her to the door, mashing against her, jamming with his dick, the full force of his legs behind each drive.
The power of the man's body brought her to a hammering climax. Bolts of pure pleasure jammed out of her cunt. Linda writhed, battered against the door, her bound arms aching as her husband heaved and grunted against her. Her whole body cried out for more, for greater pleasure and she soared, driven by total lust. Linda came, heavy masses of ecstasy ripped from her snatch. She tried to cry but no sound came, only the noiseless gasp of her complete orgasm.
There was no play now. Heavy physical need raged through his body. Bob stabbed savagely with his cock, straining to get more inside. He felt the gigantic pressure explode suddenly, spilling him into the fantastic fires of climax. His body lunged against the woman and his jism fountained up into the slick snatch. He crashed into his wife, tearing at her with his hands, his chest smashing her tied boobs almost flat, arms aching as he grappled at her round ass.
"OH, OH GOD!!" Bob smashed into the final moments, completely commanded by his shrieking crotch.
Bob slumped suddenly away, releasing his grip, exhausted by the encounter. Pleasure radiated from his dripping dick and he sank to the floor, overwhelmed by the power of his lust. His chest heaved as he drank down the air.
"Oh, honey." He reached for his wife. "God damn. I… What happened?"
"It was great!" She leaned down, crouching to kiss him. "I loved it. So strong. Just like… I don't know. Fantastic!" She pressed to him and he fell backwards, catching her with one arm so she fell on top of him.
"I love you." Her mouth slipped all over his lips. "I… did I hurt you? Christ, I just got all carried away there all of a sudden."
"It didn't hurt. I loved it. I… I never dreamed that you could desire me that much. Oh, Bob!"
"I… it was damn good. Yeah." He fumbled, trying to untie her arms.
"Wonderful. Oh. I love you!" Her mouth covered his completely, her tongue dipping way in. When an arm came free she hugged him tightly.
Bob wiled her carefully to one side and began to remove the wire from her boobs. He left it on the floor and took the chains from her legs.
"I love your body." She kissed his chest, licking along the chains until he took them off, then licking at his crotch. "Beautiful man. Beautiful, beautiful body. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful cock." She sucked the whole rod.
"Easy, honey. You don't want to wear it out in one night."
"I bet it never wears out. Just goes on forever."
"Just about." Bob peeled off the wide leather bolt. "But not tonight. I'd really like to take you to bed, and sleep."
"Anything. Just so I'm with you." She relaxed on the floor.
"I love you." He picked her up, carried her to the bedroom and they clung in an embrace before they slept.