A Step at a Time.

One would think that a decade long relationship with no fallout would flourish and bloom into a more stable partnership. But that could not be farther from the truth. My wife and I had been slowly drifting away from one another and we didn’t even know what was going wrong in our relationship. We both had respect for the other and we were content in all other aspects of our lives. We both had well paying jobs; well, she had a job and I ran my own business. Everything was finally well and good in our life, we were financially stable and had achieved most things in our life that we had set out to do so far. But still there was something missing. The both of us had admitted to each other on different occasions that we were missing that spark we had in the initial years of our relationship. Maybe it was work or pressure to make it in life that had deviated our paths that we were supposed to walk together as a husband and wife. Or maybe we missed the adventurous life we lived when we were in college.

I am Henry, a 6 ’1 male with an athletic build that had seen a bit of a bulk up in the last few years of my life. I used to play sports in high school which later transformed into a love for outdoor adventure sports/ activities in college. I had maintained a lean athletic build with a visible set of muscles to support my adventurous escapades. But after marriage I had stopped doing all that and switched to a couple of days in the gym. It wasn’t because of the marriage itself but mostly because I had started my own business and I needed to divert all of my time to manage and grow it into what it is now. So, less time for adventure meant I was slowly losing my athletic build and gaining weight, but to counter that I started going to the gym twice a week and had gained muscles that made me look bigger. Mind you, I wasn’t a bulky dude in the sense that I resembled a body builder or weightlifter, but I had just enough muscles that it made me look slightly broader than what I used to look in high school or college.

To be honest, this new look suited my current lifestyle, it made me look more mature. It meant that I represented more authority at work and in my private life. Which to be honest really boosted my self confidence. And it wasn’t just that, but also a profound talk I had with a friend of mine that made me realise that I needed to be more confident and bold in life. That is what encouraged me to have a chat with my wife about our relationship, which eventually led me to be in this exact situation with her.

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With a gagged mouth and a silky red fabric covering her eyes, my wife Trish laid in front of me on the bed. Her hands were tied to the bed posts on either side of her. Her ankles were strapped with soft leather braces that were attached to a chain, which dangles from the hooks in the ceiling while holding her legs up and apart for me to look down upon her. Down upon that helpless and naked body of hers. Her natural red hair was messy. Drenched in sweat and oil, her pale skin glistened in the warm golden light that shined upon us from above. The rest of the room was fairly devoid of light, except for that single light that was focused upon my beautiful and sexy wife.

Her chest was heaving as her orgasm subsided. With heavy breaths her chest was rising and falling, and so were her beautiful tits with those light pink areolas and nipples that adorned her perfect 33C breasts. Her milky skin was so inviting under the warm light that I could not help but stare at her toned thighs that were guiding my sight towards her neatly trimmed, fiery bush. Nested under it was a sight to behold. After all these years, I could not help as my heart skipped a beat when I laid eyes on her dripping pussy. Under the current lighting I could not tell if it was her natural wetness or sweat or even the oil that I had spread across her body. Maybe it was the mix of all that made her glistening sex so alluring.

I was so engrossed in admiration of her puffed up pussy lips that I had seized all movement and was just staring at her. After a minute, Trish slightly wiggle, which broke my trance. I looked at her curiously. She did her wiggle again. I was initially confused as to why? But then it struck me. She was trying to raise her hips but the position she was in, it was hard for her to do that.

I chuckled at her cute attempts, but decided to respond to her needs. With my left hand placed on the inside of her thigh, I spread her legs even further. That drew a short squeal from her, which was muffled by her gag. With my right hand I placed my thumb on her clit and began to rub the swollen nub with gentle circular motion. Her body immediately tensed up as waves of pleasure began to course through her once again. With steady pace I kept rubbing her clit for another minute, before I decided to tease her further.

I pushed my index finger inside her slippery cunt and she moaned with a deep guttural voice. Her body was now responding to my assault as she began to push down her wanton, wet cunt on my finger, aiming to take it in deeper. I knew she wanted me to touch her at a very specific part on the top of her inner walls, where it felt so god damn amazing that she never failed to cum within a couple of minutes of me doing it every single time. But, I was not going to reward her with a release so fast. In fact, I decided to push my middle finger along with it to gain more depth and support. This time I decided to keep my fingers straight and aim for a deeper part of her wet pussy, completely avoiding the part that she was steering me towards.

Trish was now desperate and it showed on her face. Which now turned bright red, that in contrast to her pale body, made her look so damn cute, or at least that was what I was feeling at the moment. And to add to that, in the next few moments, she made a desperate, mewling cry and its effect was amplified by the gag in her mouth. It was such a deep, needy cry for pleasure that I could not help but lean in and give her a passionate kiss. Her lips were apart and I was sucking on her upper lip with force, she moaned in my mouth a couple of times. Although she wanted to kiss me back, the gag made it hard for her to move her lips the way she wanted to. After a minute or two of clumsy kissing, I left a lot of my saliva on her gag which was now soaked, leaving her to savour the flavour of my spit.

I could feel her heart racing. Sweat dripping from her forehead made for an amazing view. Even my own back was dripping wet from the warm light shining down on us. I was finally past the point of restraint, as I struggled to keep my hands off of her lovely breasts. I began kneading her soft tit with a firm grip and Trish let me know with a soft moan that she liked what I was doing to her. Leaning in once again, I took her right tit in my mouth and began sucking on it with a passion. I was slowly losing control. The situation was so tempting and arousing that I could not help but fast forward my plans of teasing her for long.

While groping and sucking on her tits, my left hand slipped down to her pussy again and I began a familiar ritual of rubbing her clit, vigorously. By this time, Trish was in a world of her own, the stimulation was too much for her, even in her restrained position, she found a way to wiggle and squirm in response to my actions.

My cock was raging at this point. Fearing it might explode at any moment, I parted ways with her clit and held my cock with a strong grip. Pulling on the skin a few times, I pumped my dick to prepare for the next step. Lowering myself on her stomach, I aligned with her wetness. With slow movement, I began to thrust forward. Her pussy was emitting a kind of heat that my cock responded to immediately. As soon as it touched her wet folds, my cock twitched with excitement. Gently, I pushed forward. Her lips parted to allow me entry. With a slippery cunt as hers, it was no surprise that my dick slipped in with ease.

Trying to savour the moment, I pushed in deep. All six and a half inches of my cock made its way into her pussy. Trish raised her chest as I made my way into her. Her breasts were now pressed against me. My head rested just above her breasts. I had an amazing view of her cleavage. Finally when I was all the way in, she lowered her top half. And I laid there listening to her pumping heart beat.

I wanted to savour the moment and stay there motionless. Trish was very familiar with this quirk of mine. Whenever I felt an extreme level of affection towards her during sex, I always went as deep as I could inside of her and held it there until I was able to calm myself.

Just to comfort me, Trish pushed her thighs together, as much as she could with chains around her ankles. She was trying to let me know that she was there with me and she felt the same way as I did. She gripped my waist from the sides. Although it wasn’t a strong grip, I felt the love and passion behind it.

A few seconds later, my hips moved on their own. I was still holding on to that wholesome feeling of being inside of my beloved, but my body was horny for her. Slowly my thrust became more pronounced and boldly I began to deposit my length into her desperate cunt. With each thrust, she responded with a profound moan that emboldened me to be more rough with her. So, I did exactly that.

I was pulling back as far as I could and slammed back into her. The heat from her vagina was now traveling through my dick and burning my core. The position I was in was a bit uncomfortable to do heavy strokes. But I did not want to leave her breasts alone. I loved tasting her breasts. They had a sweet and savoury taste that always enticed me. And the soft marshmallow-like texture was impossible to not indulge in. So, with a strong grip I squeezed her breast and made her squirm under me. Rubbing her hard nipple under my thumb was such a fun feeling. Knowing that her breasts were quite sensitive to touch; manhandling them was always fun. But my excitement was at its peak now. I wanted more. More control and more stimulation.

Finally pulling away from her breasts with a little disappointment in heart, I once again looked down upon her. Her sexy female form illuminated by the golden light again. She looked so fine that I reached out to crease her cheeks before I started the real pounding.

Now with a determined mind, I held both her legs to spread them apart and started thrusting in her slippery folds. With the way I was positioned between her legs, my hard cock was now pushing up against her vaginal cavity. A few strokes in and Trish started to moan louder. Her tits were swaying in all directions. By her reaction, I could tell that my cock was hitting her right where she liked it. And that only motivated me to maintain the pace and wait for the magic to happen.

With a steady motion I continued pounding her until I heard the familiar noise that her pussy made. The sloshing of fluids was a tell tale sign that she was loving whatever I was doing to her. Her pussy was making that lewd noise that I loved. And to show my appreciation, I picked up the pace to help her reach the destination that we both wanted to go. After all these years I had memorised her bodies each and every sign. Knowing that she was closer, I leaned in and I put all of my body weight on her. She always loved it whenever I did that. It was a very intimate way of sharing our love and body heat. And during sex, it reassured her that I was always gonna be close to her, in every important moment in her life.

Leaning on her, I put my arms under hers and held her by the shoulders, as I went in for a kiss. I kissed her upper lip a couple of times before I went in and caught the mouth gag with my teeth. The wrinkled cloth was wet from her saliva; and mine. So, I pulled it out in one go. Releasing her moans in the enclosed room, they echoed harmoniously around us. Enthralled by her expression of pure ecstasy, I leaned in and whispered in her ears.

“Yes baby, that’s what daddy wants. Let me hear it…How much do you like it?”

With a loud moan and a contorted face, she yells out her heart’s content. “Fuuuuck, I love it Daddy. Please fuck me harder.”

That was it, I could not hold back anymore. Her wanton need had pushed me over the limit. Pulling away from her. I rose back to my knees and with lustful intent I slid off the silky bind from her right eye. Now giving her a visual sense to witness the coming debauchery.

It took Trish a few seconds to adjust to light that was directed straight down upon us. And in that time I took the liberty to place my right hand upon her throat and slowly but carefully began to tighten my grip around it. With my other hand placed right under her thigh, I gripped tightly to balance myself, as I pounded away into her pussy. The noises her pussy made were prevalent in the room and mixed in with her moans it created an erotic atmosphere around us. I was lost in the overwhelming nature of our act. Getting closer to releasing my seed into her, I made an intense guttural noise to let her know that I was close.

Somehow that pushed her beyond her limit and as I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft. I gripped her throat a bit more strongly, redistricting her air flow. Her moans became more bass heavy with the relative lack of air. Her face contorted and that cute nose of hers crunched up. I was enjoying her expressions as she started to cum on my furious cock. A few more strokes and a familiar sensation conglomerated at the base of my dick. And with a loud and intense moan I announced my release.

With each stroke I deposited my cum deep inside her cunt. Trish was enjoying her own orgasm that was coursing through her body. While I released my baby batter inside of her slippery pussy, I was overcome with a feeling of intense love for my wife. So leaning down on her body, I clumsily thrusted inside of her.

“I fucking Love you.” I managed to whisper in her ear.

Trish slightly smiled at my confession, but her orgasm was still going. It had subsided a bit, but the lingering sensation was still sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. The fact that I refused to stop my pounding meant that her sensitive sex was still sending scattered surges of salacious solace to sate her sexual starvation and soothe her satyric soul.

After a few moments of steady decline in my movement, I finally ceased my motion and laid on top of her, with a rhythmic rise and fall of both of our chests. Trish was also easing down from her intense orgasm. Her breathing at the base of my ear sent a warm feeling down my spine and to my core. I could swear that I squirted a little bit of cum from that small gesture.

“How was it?” I asked in between taking long breaths.

After a couple of long seconds, Trish responded. “It was Amazing. We… S-should do this more often.”

And I agreed with her proposal. After giving her a quick peck on the cheek, I rose from top of her and gave her a warm smile. She returned that smile with her own. I could tell that she enjoyed every bit of the last hour. But also the fact that her smile died down as soon as it appeared, told me that she had something on her mind. Whatever I had learnt so far I knew that it was my duty to ask her the cause of her potential worry.

“Is everything okay, Babe?”

Even though nervously, she spoke up with a timid voice, “Would you do it for me?”

I was confused at first. Not catching the drift of what she was asking of me. But then she slowly closed her eyes and in what I can only describe as the most seductive way, she opened her mouth and presented her tongue out to me. Immediately, I knew what she craved. I could not help but smile at her lustful yet unapologetic display of her carnal need. Getting a bit closer to her mouth, I collected a small amount of spit in my mouth. I was a bit hesitant at first, but looking at her face, the desperation presented and the need for it was unavoidable. She wanted me to do it. She needed this.

So, setting aside my incertitude, I decided to go with it. Now leaning over her, I looked at her open mouth, trying to decide where to aim. I aligned myself and with not much force behind it, I dropped a globule of my spit in her mouth.

Trish was mildly surprised by it. The fact that I had complied with her request. She immediately closed her mouth and savoured the taste of my saliva. I could tell by her facial expressions that she was enjoying it very much. She finally opened her eyes and looked me dead in the eyes.

“Thank you Daddy.” she said seductively.

I smiled at her expression of gratitude. But then without skipping a beat, she opened her mouth again. I was stunned by her boldness, she wanted me to do it again. And to assure me that she desperately wanted me to spit in her mouth again, she kept her eyes locked onto mine. The lust was blatantly apparent. And the rise and fall of her supple breast was a clear indication that she waited for me in anticipation.

Moving back a little I positioned myself. My cock still lodged in her drenched pussy was finally starting to go soft. And knowing that this was almost the end of the night for us, I collected the remaining saliva in my mouth and sucked in my cheeks. This time I put in a little more force behind my shot and spat directly onto her tongue that was laid out like a carpet for me. Trish was visibly shook, and I did not know if it was the fact that she was looking at me while I spat at her and it was just a physical reaction to being spat on or there was something more she felt in that moment. Because I saw something in her eyes that made me curious.

While most of the spit landed exactly where I had aimed, a small part of it landed on the side of her mouth and it slowly trickled to the side. I felt a hunger inside, and without skipping a beat I went in for a kiss. Pressing my lips against hers felt so god dam good. I could not help but moan softly against those plump lips.

After a minute of passionate kissing, I finally relaxed and laid myself on top of her, enjoying the warmth that she provided me. My cock had finally slipped out of her and rested against her wet lips. Our breathing has become steady and in that moment I felt content with what we had done. I enjoyed every bit of our exploration and by the look on her face, I could tell that Trish had enjoyed it as much if not more. I finally gave her a kiss on the forehead. She smiled back at me and in that moment I looked to my side.

Smiling towards the corner of the room I waited for a response.

“Now that is what I call FUCKING” said the woman sitting on the armchair.

I just gave her a genuine smile. She stood up and walked up to the camera stand and pressed a button on the camera to stop the recording.

“I can’t wait to watch it in my alone time.” she said as she gave me a lustful smile.

Looking down at Trish, it was clear that she was lost in the euphoric afterfeel of her orgasm. At this moment I could not help but look back on our life, especially the past year or so. How it had changed! A little over a year ago, we were so distant from one another. That feeling of living two separate lives while being married returned for a brief moment and I momentarily felt that sense of dread. What could our life have been if I had not taken Ben’s advice and did what I did that night. Reflecting back on it, it felt like a big step in our relationship and now both of us were happy because of it. I really can not see us going back to living a boring life again. I had made her a promise.

A promise that we would be exploring a lot more in life. Even though we had set certain boundaries, there was a lot to do and watch and experience that most people do not even dream of… let alone enjoy, together with their partner.

To Be Continued…..