I looked at Suzannah over my glass as I drained the last sip of wine.
We were sitting together on the patio at my lake cabin, drinking wine and having pleasant conversation around a campfire. It was still early in the spring, and we had both come out to open up for the summer season, raking leaves, flushing the antifreeze out of waterlines, and the like. It was mid-week, and only one other couple was out in a subdivision of twenty cabins, and they had not come over. But we were close neighbours, and with the cool spring evening my warm campfire had proved too strong a temptation for Suzannah to resist. Both of us had come out alone, her husband and my wife too busy with work to spare the time for a maintenance run, so it was nice to have one another for company. We had been chatting in a friendly and relaxed manner, about the weather, when the bugs were going to start biting, her younguns, my younguns, family stuff, etc. In the last few minutes things had taken an sudden and strange turn however, and I had found myself getting aroused and starting to speculate about possibilities.
After about three glasses of wine Suzannah had told me, under a dire oath of secrecy, that Derek her husband had undergone a 'medical procedure' on his prostate that had left him impotent at forty-eight. Suzannah was six years his junior. The first couple of years had not been too bad apparently, as their sex life had started to become less frequent before the 'problem' and she did not think she would miss it too much. But within two years, she confessed, that she found herself having vivid erotic dreams about strange men, found herself climaxing while asleep occasionally. Sometimes she was strongly attracted to random men she encountered, getting nipple erections in public places thinking about them on top of her, entering her. She confessed she was getting very sexually frustrated, but that she had never told anyone before me. She also confessed that she was getting pretty tipsy, and admitted that in wine, there is truth.
I confess I was starting to think the nipple erection I could see through her T-shirt might be due to something other than the cool spring evening.
To make matters worse, in the year before Derek had his 'medical procedure' they had started experimenting with BDSM and she had LOVED it. She had never been tied, spanked, used sex toys or fucked anally until she was past forty, and she had found herself regretting all the lost time. And her husband, instead of going to the clinic intended to teach him about the ways he could still please his wife sexually and help her deal with his new condition, reacted to his impotence with denial and shame, withdrawing completely. I had previously noticed during social occasions that he had become very uncomfortable whenever the topic of sex came up, even going so far as to excuse himself to 'go to the bathroom' during love scenes in movies. I felt very sorry for Suzannah, having somewhat the same problem myself. In my case however, it was simply the consequence of being married to an obsessive workaholic, who rarely had time for a marriage, let alone a sex life.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying to hide the fact of my growing erection.
Suzannah began asking my pointed questions about my views of BDSM and I had to admit that, back when my wife and I had something resembling a sex life, we had dabbled in it for a short time. In fact I still had a dresser drawer in the cabin with some of the paraphernalia, as this had been the place where we got away from the younguns for some 'adult fun'. I could see her eyes widen and her nipples harden visibly though her clothes. "Can I see it?" she asked, standing up. "Derek and I used to use his ties or my nylons or whatever. I've never seen actual bondage gear." Putting my glass down I said "Sure," and led the way into my place, trying to be casual. We went into the bedroom and the first thing I pointed out was the bed. It had an old-fashioned wrought-iron headboard and footboard with metal filigree and curving designs perfect for tying wrists and ankles to bed corners, and when Suzannah thought about that I could see her starting to get a little flustered. I hoped she was imagining ME tying HER down. I opened my drawer and pulled out a set of padded leather cuffs for wrists and ankles. She went over and began to investigate. She picked up a collar with a sturdy ring attached. "For the neck?" she asked, and at my nod put it around her own neck and looked at me expectantly. I obliged her and did up the buckle, tight enough to be secure but not so tight as to cut off air or be uncomfortable. She put her hands up to the collar and tugged it, and her breathing began to get very deep and unsteady. She began to blush.
"Show me how it all works," she said.
"Oh, there are all sorts of ways bondage equipment can be used," I said. "You are only limited by your imagination. For example...." I picked up a pair of cuffs and tightened them securely around her wrists, then turned the collar so that the ring was in the back, and clipped her wrists up and behind her head, attaching them to the collar. "Now," I said, putting my arms around her, "I can do anything I want to you and it would be very hard to stop me." Her breathing started to become very deep and a little unsteady. "You could, for example, put your hands underneath my T-shirt and caress my nipples and there's nothing I could do to stop you," she said throatily. Her mouth was slightly open and she was looking at me with unadulterated lust.
My hands move toward her body, and I paused, wracked with a sudden spasm of uncertainty. Suzannah was a friend of my wife. I knew and liked her husband. I had suspected some disturbance in their marriage, but had not intended to intrude myself in it. But I looked at her trussed there, and thought about the months it had been since the last time my wife had consented to sex (and frankly, how monotonous and vanilla it was whenever she DID consent), and desire came over me like a wave. My hands began to move again of their own accord, and I could not stop them. I grasped her T-shirt and pulled it up out of her pants. "You mean like this?" I said, sliding my hands under the shirt and upward, cupping her breasts underneath the clothing. I could feel her nipples, rock-hard and erect, right through her bra. "Just for example, I mean." Her mouth was slightly open and panting, and her tongue protruded every so slightly. She tilted her head upward, leaning forward, and as my thumbs and forefingers squeezed her nipples gently through her bra, I kissed her hungrily and she returned it with even more passion.
"I suppose," she said huskily and almost inaudibly, "nothing could stop you from taking my clothes off and having your way with me, if you wanted to." "Well," I said, undoing the button on her jeans and pushing them down to her knees, "getting some of your clothes off would be impractical unless I freed your hands for a few seconds." She looked puzzled. "How so? I'm not sure what you mean." I unclipped her hands from the collar. "Well you see," I replied, "In order to get of your shirt and bra I would have to do this." I pulled her T-shirt off over her head, and reached behind her to unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "NOW I can do this," I said, refastening her hands to her collar. "And I can do this." I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth, circling my tongue around it and sucking it vigorously. Suzannah began to moan. "Oh yes, now I see," she said. "Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yeeeessss!" She began moaning loudly, punctuated by a gasp as my hand slid down her belly under her panties, the middle finger finding her clit.
"Oh yes," she panted. "Quite helpless," she grated out.
Suzannah hips began to gyrate as my finger slid back and forth across her clit. She was so very wet already it was clear that she had not had sex in a long time. I pushed her jeans and panties down until gravity took over, and they dropped the rest of the way by themselves. Suzannah was now naked. Even standing in front of her I could smell the delicious aroma of her wet pussy. MAN, she needed this. "And then of course I can make you do this," I said, putting my hands in her shoulders and making her kneel. "And this," I unzipped my pants and my cock was finally freed. I put my hand behind her head and pushed my cock between her lips. As I did so a thrill went right up my spine. After a few moments of hesitation she took me in avidly, her head bobbing up and down and making slurping noises. I bent over and reached down and began squeezing her nipples again, making her moan, and the effect on my cock was electric.
After just a few minutes I could take no more, and grasping Suzannah by the upper arms I stood her up and shoved her onto the bed. I bent over and began licking her pussy, but only for a few moments as frantically I tore my clothes off. Her moans, and the fuck-gyrations of her pelvis against my face, were driving me wild with need. Unceremoniously, I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs, and plunged my cock into her, deep and hard. She gasped, and said "Oh, GOD!", arching her back as I entered her. It had been a long time for both of us. I fucked her hard, staying deep and grinding my pelvis against her as she ground hers against mine. I laid my full weight down on her, ravaging her mouth with my tongue as I ravaged her pussy with my cock. I took my weight on my left arm, freeing my right hand to travel back and forth between her nipples, squeezing and pulling them. I pumped my cock in and out of her, and in a very few minutes she began to gasp, alternating 'Oh god!' with sharp intakes of breath, uttered each time my cock went it. Very soon, she began to moan "Oh god, oh god, oh god, OOOOH GAAAWD!" Her pussy spasmed and clenched on my cock, and with a final "I'M COOOMMMIIING!" her body went rigid, her belly, ass, and thigh muscles spasming, answered by my own climax, waves of delicious pleasure washing through me in time to the jetting of my cum into her pussy. Her head lurched forward several times as she tried to put her arms around me during orgasm, but of course she was constrained, which made me cum even harder.
It was so powerful that both of us were rendered incapable of movement for several minutes. Months and years sexual frustration, erased in a moment. I flopped down on her and we could only pant and recover for several minutes.
I was the first to sit up.
"Wow," Suzannah said. "That was great." I looked down at her sternly. "Oh, there's more," I replied. "I have some other things to show you. We're not done."
As she rested, I pulled out cuffs for her ankles and secured them, and straps with cam buckles, which I wrapped around the four bedposts. Then I picked up my flogging whip and displayed it to her. It was black, about twenty inches, and was composed of numerous fine latex filaments. Suzannah had rolled over onto her side to watch me, and I held the whip over her, trailing the ends of the lashes delicately over her skin. Her hands were still bound behind her head although her legs were free, and I could see that the element of helplessness was already arousing her again. I had assumed that having gone for years without an orgasm, or at least one that was not self-sustained, she would be good for two or three in short order, and from the expression on her face I judged myself to be right.
As I trailed the end of the whip over her she closed her eyes, saying "That feels nice." I frowned and replied "That feels nice, what?" She looked up at me, confused. "What do you mean?" I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at her sternly. "Henceforth, when you address me, you will call me SIR, do you understand?" "Yes," she replied. I leaned over and gave her an open-hand smack on the buttock. "Yes, what?" I said. "Yes Sir," she replied. "Better," I said. I put down the whip, and handling her roughly, released first her left wrist then her right from the collar, pulling each one up and out, turning her face-down, and secured them to the upper bedposts. Pulling her ankles out and down, I secured them to the lower bedposts, spread-eagling her. I walked into the main room and picked up a round bolster pillow from the sofa, and picking up her hips by main strength, placed it under her. She was a petite thing and didn't weigh much. It was easy. I stood back and admired my handiwork from the foot of the bed. She had a wonderful ass and pussy, and the nicest little anal rosebud. The view of that, and the thought of exploring it in a few minutes, was stirring my cock to action once again.
I took my time, kneeling over Suzannah and kissing and gently caressing every inch of her back, buttocks and legs. Eventually I found myself straddling her in the opposite direction, my tongue exploring her anally while my finger massaged her clit until the moaning and trembling started anew. Then I got up and moved to the side of the bed, picking up my flogger. I began by running the tips of the lashes all over the entire backside of her body, punctuated by occasional light slaps across the buttocks. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make a noise and cause her to startle. Over the next few minutes there was a transition, with less and less caressing and more and harder lashing, until at last I gave her two dozen good hard ones across the ass, turning it nice and red, as she cried and writhed below me.
The sight cause me to be as erect and aroused as I was at the very start.
At last I set down the whip and began to run my fingertips gently over the red area. Suzannah responded with a moan. I let them run up and down her crack, over her anal rosebud, which increased the volume of the moans and caused her to arch her hips backward, up into my hand. I picked up a bottle of lube and applied a generous dollop on her rosebud, and as my right hand returned to masturbating her clit, my left hand held a small, pointed vibrator onto her anus. She responded by breathing in gasps and push her ass upward for impalement. I obliged, fucking her ass with the vibrator, slowly and shallowly at first but faster and deeper over time, until at last she cried out again, as her body went rigid again, and she came as hard as she had the first time.
Without giving her a break I pulled the round bolster out from under her hips and kneeled over her, forcing her legs apart with my knees. I lowered myself onto her and with one smooth motion, penetrated her ass with my cock, right to the balls. She cried out as I did this, so at first I made no motion except to lower myself onto her, sliding my hands upward to grasp her bound arms, and pushing her legs a little further apart with my knees and calves. I could feel her muscles clenching and releasing my cock, and I laid still until the contractions ended. After a while I began to move my hips, ever so slightly, moving my cock in and out by just an inch or so, keeping it deeply buried in her ass. As time went on the motions got faster and deeper, until at last I was thrusting myself hard into her. She began one long continuous moan as I did this, and it didn't sound like pain or protest.
I couldn't keep going forever. Her ass was lubed and SO tight. After a few minutes I found myself cumming a second time, and I loved every moment feeling my cum pump deep into her ass. The second orgasm was, if anything, even better than the first. The first had been so urgent, so mindless, and so quick.
I rolled off her and recovered for a few minutes, caressing her back and ass with one hand. I undid the cuffs and freed her, and she moved over to lay against me within the circle of my arms. She looked up at me and kissed me, and said 'I want this to become a regular thing." I told her that I was game if she was, so long as precautions were taken to prevent our spouses from discovering our new relationship. "But from now on, when we are together, how do you address me?' I asked. 'I will call you Sir, Sir. Whenever we are alone." "That's right," I replied. "You are MINE now."
After showering, we slept together that night, she in my arms, protected.
