Max didn't want to glance at the naked blonde on the wall calendar as he worked on the Venetian blind. He didn't need the sight of her thrusting tits. He didn't need the sleek line of her thighs, the hint of muff that betrayed she was a bleached blonde. He didn't need any of those things. His powerful hands threaded the thin cord through the pulleys of the blind.
He had a hard-on without looking at the calendar hanging over his workbench.
He had the feeling he had had the erection forever. It was there when he woke up in the morning and with him when he went to bed at night. It was like a lead weight strapped to his gut, dragging at him.
Reaching up to the peg board, his eyes fucking past the calendar girl, Max grabbed the hatchet.
With, a crash, he lopped off the extra cord and imbedded the sharp blade in the bench top. Slipping the loose ends through the knobs, he tied figure-eight knots.
His mind was on Kim. His cock throbbed harder at the thought of her. He didn't have to look at a photograph to picture the lush round softness of her tits, the line of her thighs, the gentle curve of her tummy, the thrust of her ass.
His finger toyed idly with the severed strands of Venetian blind cord as he remembered what she looked like. Her muff matched the hair on her head, soft golden curls nestled between her warm, round thighs. He thought of the cleft between those legs, and his leaked pre-cum.
Goddammit, he had some rights, didn't he? She was his wife, for God's sake! He had a right to want to plunge his aching cock into her hot cunt. He thought of fucking her, and he began to hump his dick against the edge of the workbench.
Then he snorted at his dumb dream. What good was it when she did let him have his way with her? Christ, she lay there like a corpse, enduring his thrusts until his cock leaped and spouted in her cunt.
He wished once, just once, he could get her really turned-on. He longed for her to writhe under him, whimpering with passion as his prick pumped in and out of her spuming pussy.
Max snorted derisively at himself. To manage that he would have to tie her down. Kim wouldn't allow anything other than a simple face-to-face, normal, missionary-position mating. If he tried anything else, she would close up like a clam, shut him out, and push him away.
Something made him glance down at the ropes in his hands. Ropes. Tying. Kim. It all clicked together in Max's mind and he felt the muscles in his stomach tighten. His thick hands twisted the cord, testing its strength. A film of sweat formed on his forehead.
He couldn't. He didn't dare. If he did it, or even asked her about it, she would divorce him.
But, by damn, if he did do it, it would give him a chance to show her how good fucking could feel. She wouldn't be able to do a thing to keep him from finding all her erogenous zones. And, by God, a body like Kim's had to have them. God couldn't create a lush blonde like her and leave out the erogenous zones.
His hands were sweaty as he stroked the lengths of cord across his palms. There were four pieces of rope. Each was about four feet long. Four of them. One for each arm. One for each leg.
She would kill him if he tried. She would walk out of the house when he was through, and go straight to a lawyer, or the cops. She would hate him.
But, what if she didn't? What if he managed to give her such pleasure that she would forgive him? Bottled up in that gorgeous, creamy-skinned body of hers could be all the sexiness of a mink. If he unleashed her wantonness just one time, maybe that would be all it would take. She would forgive him for what he had done, and then their sex life would be as it should be.
He would get his rocks off in fine fashion, by damn.
It was worth the risk of her booting his ass out of the house. No marriage at all would be better than the sad travesty he was enduring now.
Max thought about tying Kim up. Trickles of sweat gleamed on his flesh. His jaw, muscles were clenched so tight they hurt. His hard-on was a solid aching bar. His groin was throbbing with pain.
With the sick, tight, do-or-die feeling chewing away at his gut, he gathered up the strands of cord. He coiled each strand separately, carefully, and turned away from the bench, toward the kitchen. He could hear Kim finishing the breakfast dishes as he carefully latched the door of his workroom and snapped the padlock. His rubber-soled shoes were silent as he crossed the sunlit yard.
Kim had seen him coming out of the workshop with something in his hand. She thought no more about it as she turned toward the refrigerator.
Humming softly to herself, she sponged the smudges off the refrigerator. Max paused by the door, his innards clenched tight. The sight of her in her robe, as unsexy as it was, made his balls steam. He doubted that she had anything on under it. The curve of her ass molded the soft material, gave a hint of her lush, soft roundness.
He told himself he was doing it far her own good as he advanced toward her quietly. Carefully, he eased around the table in the center of the kitchen. He clamped his teeth on the four coils of rope so he had both hands free.
Just as she started to turn away from the refrigerator, he leaped the last few feet, reached out and clamped his hard fingers around her wrists. Ignoring her scream of shock and terror, he shifted his grip, got a firm hold on both her wrists with one hand. With a heave, he wrapped her around the back of his neck and shoulders in a fireman's carry.
"Put me down!" Kim screamed, trying to kick free. "Max! What's gotten into you? Put me down, I said!"
"Gonna show you," he mumbled around the rope as he lugged her through the spacious house toward the bedroom. "Gonna show you that you can enjoy a good fuck, dammit!"
"What! You're crazy! Put me down!"
Reaching the bedroom, he kicked the door open. He had been intensely aware of the warmth of her soft body against him. Now his prick was sizzling and seeping.
"Max, if you want to make love, all you have to do is ask," Kim pointed out as if she was afraid she was dealing with a maniac. She had stopped struggling. "After all, tonight is the night."
"Night," Max snorted, trudging toward the bed. "Always night. Well, this time it's going to be in the morning, in the light."
"Max!" Kim warned ominously. "You know I don't like light, Max."
"You're gonna learn to like it!" he exclaimed, standing beside the bed.
"Max, I give you what you want," Kim whimpered. "Now you're hurting me, Max. Put me down and you can make love to me if you want to. Put me down, Max!"
"I'll put you down all right," he said.
Turning his back toward the bed, he released her wrists and legs. He was back around and ready to pounce before she had hit the mattress.
"Max!" she yelped as he banged down on top of her, crushing her against the bed.
Ignoring her screams, he pinned her arms to the bed with his knees. He felt the warm softness of her tits under his ass as he sat on her. Her kicking and squirming increased the throbbing of his cock.
"What are you doing, Max?" Kim asked as he took one of the coils of cord from his mouth. "Max, what are you doing? Have you gone CRAZY?!"
Grabbing her right wrist, he fastened a loop around her wrist, one that wouldn't draw taut if she pulled against it. Casting the free end of the cord around the corner post of the headboard, he drew on it, dragged her arm nearly straight. Then he quickly tied the cord so that her arm was helpless.
Kim looked at him. There was fear in her eyes as she tested the rope. "Max, have you gone mad?" she asked quietly. Her voice was shaking badly.
"If anything," he grunted, securing her other arm in spite of her struggles, "if anything, I've gone sane."
Kim didn't kick and buck when he got off her, because she knew it was hopeless and she was fearful of upsetting him even further. She did try to pull her foot away from him when he grabbed it and started to knot a strand of the cord around her ankle.
"Max, if you want to make love, all you have to do is ask, you know that," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and reasonable.
"That's not making love," he growled. "That's a form of masturbation. I'm going to teach you how good fucking can feel. I'm going to make you react, instead of letting you just lie under me like a log."
"I'm not going to stand for this, Max!" Kim warned.
"Shut up," Max growled, fighting to keep her from getting to him.
He was securing her other ankle to the bed, binding her spread-eagle on her back. Her thick blonde lacks were sensuous-looking as they framed her head. Her robe had become disarranged in the tussle. The neckline had opened, revealing a larger expanse than usual of her creamy chest – the swelling of the inner slopes of her tits. At the bottom, the robe had opened up the front so that her graceful, well-curved legs were bare to her thighs.
Standing over her at the foot of the bed, Max felt his horniness surge up at the sight of her. The fear in Kim's blue eyes increased his lust. She was testing the ropes, writhing her arms and legs. The cords cunt into her flawless flesh, not deep enough to hurt her seriously, but enough to expose her vulnerability.
Max walked slowly around the bed and sat down beside her. Her eyes never left him.
"Baby, I do love you," he said huskily, stroking the side of her neck with his heavy, callused fingers. She flinched, then pressed her cheek against him for a moment. "Then let me go," she begged.
"No." He shook his head. "I'm doing this because I love you. You're so all twisted up inside about sex you won't give me a chance to give you pleasure. So I have to do it this way."
"Women aren't supposed to enjoy sex," Kim sniffed.
"Bullshit!" Max snorted.
"They aren't," she insisted.
Max slipped his hand down over the lush thrust of her tit. The warmth, the softness, the rising and falling from her fearful panting – all combined to make his lust soar. But this time it was going to take a long time. This time it wasn't going to be five minutes of mechanical fondling, followed by the penetration of her dry cunt.
"I'm gonna prove it to you," he told her. "I'm going to have you begging for it before I give it to you."
"Not possible."
Max smiled grimly. "And then, when I'm all done, you can kick me out if you still want to. Because I'm not going to spend another night in bed with a woman that doesn't want me. Especially when it is the woman I love so much."
Kim's blue eyes were as big as saucers as she studied his face. "You really mean it, don't you?"
"Never meant anything more sincerely in my life," he assured her.
"All right," Kim agreed. She was no longer battling her bonds. "Try as hard as you want. And when you're done, you had better start packing. Because, as much as I love you, Max, I do not intend to share a house with a man that would treat me like this."
Max sighed, afraid that perhaps his plan was going to fail. But it was too late to back out now. He continued to caress her soft tit through the robe. He could feel the cloth sliding over her tit-mound. He had never been able to get her nipples to erect.
While she lay on her back, rigidly resisting, he gently unbelted her robe. Slowly and lovingly, he spread it open, bared her pale body to the warm morning sunlight filtering through the filmy curtains. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her tits. They were impressive mounds even when she was lying on her back. Her nipples were rosy pink. Her stomach was trim and flat. There was a soft, attractive roundness below the dimple of her navel.
Her golden-furred mound looked soft and inviting. As he studied her cunt-mound, he stroked his thumb over her cunt. Her legs had a satin smoothness. A few fine golden hairs were clinging to her skin high on her thighs.
As he studied her, he saw her leg muscles squirming. She was trying to shift one thigh over to cover her cunt. "God you are gorgeous," he whispered reverently. "Why do you keep it all hidden?"
"Disgusting," Kim said defensively.
Standing up, Max finished unbuttoning his shirt, stripped it off, and tossed it casually aside. Her eyes darted over him as he unfastened his belt. Then she turned her head away, only to look back again, reluctantly.
"You've never seen me naked in the two years we've been married," he noted as he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.
His cock bulged out against his underpants as he stood over her. His torso was blocky, hard, muscular, a stark contrast to her soft feminine one.
"Well, take a good look at it, dammit!" he ordered, shoving his shorts down, liberating his aching hard-on. His cock, a seven-inch, circumcised, purple-knobbed, pale-shafted, bludgeon of lust, speared out from his belly.
Her expression went from fear to shock and disgust. She turned away. Then she looked back at his jabbing cock. There was something else in her eyes now as she nervously licked her full lips and swallowed hard.
He had an urge to plunge his prick into her mouth, and he clenched his fists to resist the urge. He saw her close her eyes to the sight of him, but he knew that the vision of his naked body was engraved on her mind.
He studied her helplessness, and felt a surge of horniness. The sight of the ropes digging into her wrists and ankles, and the way she kept tugging at her bonds, made his gut steam. Undoubtedly, it would never happen again, so he enjoyed the sight while he could. Either he would succeed in awakening her passion and wouldn't need the ropes again, or he would be out on his ear. Either way, he had better make the most of her spread-eagle body now. The robe was open. It spread down like a fan from her shoulders. Her hips squirmed provocatively as she tensed and relaxed.
Bending over her, he fastened his mouth on one soft tit. She gasped and tensed. He sucked on her tit, stroked her warm flesh with his tongue. He drew on her nipple as if he were nursing. He let his teeth scrape her skin. He pressed the nubbin of her tit against the roof of his mouth and scraped it with his tongue.
And now he was certain that her nipple was responding. He rubbed it with his tongue while he fondled her other soft, warm breast with his hand. He was sitting beside her on the bed. His cock was oozing pre-cum on his thigh as he fought to bring his wife's body to life. Lifting up, he used suction to raise her boob. He dragged the soft tit up as far as he could. Finally, its lush weight pulled from his mouth, and her nipple scraped against his teeth.
Her hands clenched into fists and her arm muscles strained against the ropes.
Leaving the first tit glistening with spit, he fastened his sucking mouth on the other, stroking it with his tongue. As he chewed gently on her tit-meat, he had a gut-knotting urge to sink his teeth into her helpless body. Her chest began rising and falling as he tortured her tit with his tongue and lips and teeth.
Caressing her spit-slick tit with one hand, his other hand moved down her heaving, trembling belly. He felt her gut muscles shudder and squirm as his fingers scraped her smooth stomach. His finger probed her belly button, pushed deep into her soft belly. He wiggled his finger in her navel as he tongued one tit and pinched and rolled the other.
He heard her whimper softly, deep in her throat. It was the first sound she had made since he had begun working her over. He tried to imagine what she was thinking as the unfamiliar sensations lashed her body. He couldn't. He didn't know whether or not she would be horrified with herself, or with him. The thought that she might get physically sick made his insides clench. He hoped she wouldn't, because he couldn't stop now. His cock was throbbing, his balls burning as he slid his hand from her belly button to the kinky forest of her blonde snatch.
Very gently, he cupped his hand over her cunt. The arch of her pubic bone was under his palm. His fingers were nestling into the soft depression of her opening. He rubbed, felt her cunt-lips shift and squirm. Her pussy felt warm and humid not slippery or wet. He eased one finger between her cunt-lips and felt her inner tissues. They were sticky dry.
He pulled up off her boob, and glanced at her heaving chest, at the jutting nubbins of her tits. She turned her face away from him. The cords of her neck were standing out.
"Leave me alone," she whimpered. "Why are you doing this to me?" She writhed against the ropes, squirmed on the rumpled spread.
Reaching up, Max dragged a pillow out. Kneeling between her thighs, he lifted her hips and worked the pillow under her ass. For a moment, she lay with her back arched, then let it slump.
Her position had presented her pussy to him at the best possible angle. Bending forward, he parted her cunt-lips, pulling back the tight blonde curls. Her inner folds were a soft, dusky pink. A faint hint of scented powder drifted up from her meticulously clean twat.
Lowering his mouth to her gash, he stroked his tongue through her dry folds, felt his spit moisten her meat.
She bucked frantically under him. "Noooo!" she moaned.
Max paused. "What's the matter, don't you like it?" he asked softly.
"Nooooo! Please, don't!" she whimpered.
Max lowered his mouth to her twat again, and raped her pussy with his tongue.
"Awwww, God!" she wailed. "Stop it, Max, stop it!"
"You love it," he told her.
"No," she hissed. "It's vile, disgusting!"
He lapped the length of her pussy again. This time he tasted hot, salty fluid. There was only one place it could be coming from! His tongue slid over her, and he tasted her first seepings ever.
"Noooo!" she whimpered as he stroked her slit again.
Changing his attack, he fastened his mouth firmly on her meat. He could feel her pussy hair scratching his lips and cheeks. He probed, slid his tongue deep into her cunt. He felt the walls spread apart as he probed into her pussy as far as he could. Her thighs quivered and jerked against his shoulders. He braced himself up on his elbows, began to eat her cunt out in earnest. He felt her pelvis squirming and humping as he pistoned his tongue in and out of her pussy-hole.
She was grunting, jerking and twisting against the ropes as he tongue-raped her. He could hear the cords pulling against the bedposts with a groaning, squeaking noise.
Max scraped his tongue up her silt. Fastening his lips on her mushy folds, now drenched with his spit and her juices, he sucked. Getting a mouthful of meat, he sorted through the rippled flesh with his tongue for the hard bump of her clit. He knew he had it when she gave a yelp and bucked against the ropes.
"What's happening?" she asked dazedly as he tongued her cunt. "What's happening? God, you're driving me mad, Max! Stop it! You're driving me mad!"
He stopped his labor of love and looked up the length of her body, past the sodden hairy bill of her pussy, past the quivering mounds of her tits. He saw the shine of sweat on her face as she shuddered and jerked.
Then he dipped his mouth to her pussy and began to eat her again. He was now sucking up thick waves of juices. His tongue probed her cunt, then stroked her clit. His lips fastened on her nerve bud and he suckled on it as if it was a tit.
"Oh my God!" she wailed as he tormented her clit. "Oh my God! Don't stop! Jesus, sweet Jesus, don't stop!"
Max felt a surge of cruelty, and lifted away from her crotch.
Kim shivered and her breasts quivered and jiggled. She kept trying to drag her wrists and ankles free of the ropes. "Oh God, Max, what is it? What is it?"
Max stood over her, demanding her attention by nudging her thigh with his foot. He was holding his hot, hard cock. She was gaping at it. "Is this what you want?"
He saw her try to deny it. He saw the horror in her eyes as she realized how far he had driven her. She licked her lips and nodded.
"Say it," he insisted, his heart hammering in triumph. "Say you want it."
"I want it," she moaned.
"Louder!"
"I want it," she moaned.
"What is it you want?" he asked, toeing her pussy, stimulating her gooey gash. "Use the word, baby! Use the real word for it."
She heaved and humped against his toes, coated them with her goo. "I – want – your – cock," she moaned, turning her face away with shame.
"What do you want me to do to you?" he asked.
"No, Max, please," she whimpered. "Just do it and get it over with."
"What is it you want me to do?" he said, grinding his big toe down on her slippery clit. Her thigh muscles spasmed in reaction.
"Fuck me," she whispered miserably. Her voice was thick with horniness and disgust. "Oh, God, please! Don't torture me any longer. Fuck me, Max, fuck me!"
"You really want it, don't you?" he asked.
She nodded. "I do, I really do. Oh my God, I never knew it could be like this."
"This is just the beginning," he promised, dropping to his knees between her spread thighs. "Believe me, baby, this is just the beginning."
He aimed the throbbing knob of his cock at her sopping, aroused gash and noticed that the inner folds were now a hot, eager pink. Her pussy had opened like a flower. He aimed his cock at the heart of the hot, flushed, gleaming cunt.
Looking down at her groin, he sank his cock into her slick, hot hole in the series of slow in-and-out pumps. He saw her trying to spread her legs wider apart as he stroked his prick into the hottest, wettest cunt he had ever fucked.
"Ahhhh, my God!" Kim moaned as he carefully stuffed her with his cock.
When he was fully inside her, had the whole length of his prick clasped in her hot cunt, he lay down on top of her. He felt her body press into the mattress, felt her breasts squash against his hard chest.
For a moment he just lay there and let her get used to the feel of his prick. Then he began to fuck her, slowly and deeply, drawing almost all the way out and then driving all the way in with slow, firm strokes. He tried to grind his pubic arch against her so her clit would be stimulated.
Kim was grunting deep in her throat. She fought the ropes as she took his cock. Her head rolled from side to side as he fucked her. She whimpered with lust, and he felt her cunt-walls spasming against his dick, felt her hips humping as he fucked her. She was moving faster now, even though she was bound, faster than she ever had before.
He began to fuck her harder and faster. His pubic arch crunched against hers. Her cunt walls burned his cock as he pistoned into her. There was a wet slapping sound when his groin hit hers. Her thighs quivered against his hips. She was trying to clamp her legs around him in spite of the cords keeping her thighs open!
He held off until she was whining and wailing. Finally, he was afraid he was going to burst. Then he couldn't hold it off any longer. The cum erupted from his prick with firehose force, steaming hot, a burning tidal wave of pleasure. It felt like his gut was pumping burning acid as he flooded her tunnel with cream.
"Awwww!" Kim bawled madly, her hips humping against him as he tried to ram his spouting prick clear through her. Her pelvis churned wildly under him until he had the feeling that his squirting prick was going to be ripped out by the roots. She humped upwards hard, dropped back, then humped again, and held it, quivering. His ass was clenching with the effort, and he unloaded his last ecstasy-laden jolts of cum into her.
For a gut-racking eternity she arched under her husband, her breath locked in her straining chest and throat. He sensed the joint-cracking strain in her passion-locked muscles as he held his thrust full depth in her pussy. Sweat was gushing between his hairy body and her sleek one as she held her muscle-rigid arch.
Then, with a moan of total exhaustion, she became as limp as a rag, and her chest heaved as she fought to inhale against his weight. He stayed on her. She whimpered each time an aftershock convulsed her.
Finally she was silent, except for the deep, even breathing of sleep. His prick, now a limp worm, was still clasped by her sodden, hot cunt. Gently, carefully, he eased back off her. He felt his dick slither out of her pussy as he sat back between her sprawled legs.
Her pussy looked fiery and angry. The inner lips were protruding sloppily. A creamy drizzle of jizz gleamed on her blonde muff. The insides of her thighs were flushed, as were her breasts.
For a long time he stood over her. His gut twisted with desire as he studied the ropes still binding her to the bed. Her total helplessness, her vulnerability, stirred a deep, primitive hunger in him. He gazed at her ravaged, helpless beauty for a long time, then yielded to a final mad impulse, and got out the camera. Using just the sunlight spilling over her naked body, he photographed her from the foot of the bed. The Polaroid showed every detail of her nude body. He studied the color photo.
She had no secrets now. Carefully, he put the camera away and hid the picture. She was stirring against the ropes in her sleep.
He untied them from the bedposts. Before he could unfasten them from her wrists, she turned on her side, and curled into a fetal ball. Rather than disturb her, he left the cords on her and slipped out of the room.
He wondered how long she would give him to get his things out.