Brad Boyer: Bondage wives

"Oh!" She sounded startled. "Yes. Yes, dear. I'll be right out. Just a minute."

"Okay." Dave clicked on the bedside lamp and sat on the bed, facing toward the ocean. The sound of surf was lost in the gush of water from the bathroom.

In a while, the door opened.

Dave turned. Marilyn stood facing him, her body glowing pale and pink from a steamy bath. "Hi, honey," she said with a smile. Her form was nude, only one towel trailing along the floor from her left hand. "I missed you." Marilyn dropped the towel and took a couple of steps toward her husband.

Dave stared at the nude figure. He wanted her the instant he saw her. Brenda's instruction was still fresh in his mind.

"What the hell went wrong with you?" Dave stood up. "I wanted to make love and you came on like I was something that crawled up out of the swamp."

"Dave, I… I'm sorry. Really. It will never happen again. Honest. I'll always do what you want. What you tell me to do. Always!"

"You had God damned well better." He came over and stood close to her. "I'IJ never back off again like I did. I'll break you in half first."

"Yes. I'll always do what you say. Every time. I promise."

Dave liked what he heard, but he didn't quite believe it. It was happening too quickly. It was too easy.

"I'm the boss. Remember that."

"I know. I'm sorry I was so awful. But I had a chance to think about it. And you're the man. Men are in charge. All the time."

"God damn right!" Dave felt pleased with the way things were working put. He decided on a quick test. "Suck my cock!" He said the words like a command.

"Oh, yes!" Marilyn was on her knees in a second. Her hand took the hanging organ and her lips closed instantly around the full shaft. Her tongue massaged briskly over the delicate skin, rolling the dick all around, making it wet, making it begin to rise, to thicken, hardness pulsing into the base where her fingers touched it.

Dave was surprised at how quickly she had followed his order. There was not a bit of hesitation, she just went down and started sucking cock. Brenda was sure right, he decided.

She loved the feel of the rising dick. It meant that she was giving him pleasure, that he was aroused by her. That he wanted sex with her.

And she knew what a really hard cock could do to her. Marilyn wanted to find out if her husband could give her the same pleasure she had found with Carl.

The tool came up to full size and she bobbed her head, taking it into her throat.

Dave took a firm grip on her blond hair with both hands and fucked the pulling mouth steadily until his lust flowed with thick, regular pulses from his rocks.

"Okay." Dave stepped back from the woman. "I'll do anything for you. Anything." She smiled at her husband, spreading her thighs to show bin her snatch.

"You're damn right you will." Dave wanted to see how far he could push his new dominance. "Get your ass on the bed. Now!"

"Yes!" Marilyn leaped to the bed, sprawling on her back, knees raised, ready for his cock to ram into her.

Dave stared at the waiting cunt for a moment. "Not bad." He put his knees on the mattress and crawled between the thighs. His hands spread the knees, shoving them to the side. She hitched up her pussy toward him and he touched it with the end of his prick.

Suddenly, one hard slam put it all into her. Marilyn gasped. The cock ramming in showed her how sore her sessions with Carl had left her. She clenched her teeth and managed to moan, "Yes. Yes."

"God damn right." Dave fucked savagely, trying to hurt her with his cock. He wanted to show her how powerful he was, how much strength he had, how much force he had in his cock, how much driving energy there was in his lust.

"Oh, Dave, Dave. Yes. Oh, yes. Oh. I love you." She managed to relax and take his blows with less pain. "So strong. Oh. Oh, I love you. I love it when you are strong inside me. In my cunt. In me. Oh!" She responded to the force of his body. The power of his lust, the raw hardness of his cock amused her. "Fuck me!" She clung to him with both arms. "Oh, Dave. Hard. Yes. Fuck me hard. Hard!" Her arms pulled his heaving torso close; she shoved her breasts to his naked chest. Desire swept her, her legs spasmed, rising, thrashing above his back. Her tits slid on his skin, the firm muscles making the nipples pound with solid lust.

Dave reared back, and springing free of the twat. "God damn!" He shoved her flat to the bed, arms pinning her shoulders. "Just lie still, damn it. Let me fuck." He stuck his prick back into the smooth pussy and screwed with rapid strokes.

Marilyn spread her legs so he could go all the way into her box easily. "Oh, yes. Fuck me, Dave. Just do what you want. Fuck my cunt!"

"Shut up." His hand slapped across her face. He whipped his dick out of her pussy and jumped from the bed.

"Dave, I… I'm sorry." A needle sting spread through her face. "Just tell me what to do. Anything."

"You're moving around. Squirming and everything. I can't concentrate on what I'm doing." He rummaged through the dresser drawers.

"What do you want? What are you looking for?"

"Something to tie you up with." His desire had pushed him into trying everything that Brenda had suggested. So far everything had worked out like she said it would.

"Here we go." Dave held up some of Marilyn's panty-hose. The long legs trailed limply on the floor as he came back to the bed. "Let's just get your arms tied first." Dave took hold of her left wrist. If she would let him tie her up, he was sure she would really do anything he wanted her to in bed. From now on out.

"Here you go." She held out her arm, not complaining or resisting at all.

"Okay!" Dave smiled as he wrapped one end of a panty-hose leg around her wrist and made a firm knot.

Marilyn looked at her husband's hard-on, only inches from her face as he bound her wrist. She lay back when he tied the arm to one leg of the bed and moved around to bind her other arm. The panty-hose did not cut into her skin, but it did hold her very securely.

"Now let's try a little more screwing." Dave took both feet and pulled until his wife was stretched out on the bed.

"Yeah. God damn. Nice." Dave plunged into the pussy eagerly, taking his time savoring the flow of passion from his nuts. His hands explored her tits carefully, rolling the nipples all around.

Marilyn held still. Her pleasures grew. The front of his crotch rubbed on her clit. Lust warmed, then flared as his digging prick touched every part of her snatch. Her tits burned with enjoyment.

"Put your legs together. Hurry!" Dave separated his knees and shoved her thighs with his hands, closing her twat in a grip around his moving tool.

"Ness them together." He gripped the outside of her legs with his knees, forcing the firm flesh to tighten around his rod. "Shit. Oh, yeah!"

The position was new for her. Marilyn loved the feel, loved the slow pleasures that washed from her pussy. She took his kiss, drawing his tongue into her, feeling his passion increase as he fucked with real strength again, driving in, hard, deep thrusts, thrusts that showed he wanted her, that his passion was building to a peak.

Dave broke the kiss. "Spread 'em!" he snapped. One knee jammed between her thighs. His hands spread her knees.

Marilyn swung her legs as far apart as she could, giving the man room for a good hard fuck. "Yes," she whispered. The cock tore into her cunt. Pain came back, sharp, thin streamers rippling from her battered flesh. The heaving prick created agony between her legs.

"Lift 'em, God damn it." Dave tried to heft up her legs. "Come on. Come on!" He got her thighs under his arms and bent her up, rising over her, his hips slamming his cock deeper into the stretched pussy.

"Oh, Dave. Oh, God. Oh." She clung to his sides with her thighs, the excitment starting to turn to a dark loveliness under his steady hammering. She moaned, gasped, breathed with shallow moans and felt herself begin to come. "Daaaaave!" The sound came from low in her throat, rolling up, out, merging with his grunts. "YES!" She shrieked as the howls of blinding fire filled her flesh.