J Bradley: Wife in bondage

"Ohhhhh, tell me what I can do for you, Ellen!" he gasped. "I want to do something in return. Anything! Do you understand?"

She looked up at him. She lifted her hand and caressed the side of his face. She smiled warmly and enigmatically at the same time.

"I understand, Jay," she said gently. "But now, what's more important, you understand."

He dropped to his knees beside the bed, fitting himself between her thighs, wrapping his arms around her hips and nuzzling his head into her lap and belly.

"What can I do?" he repeated softly.

"Untie me, Jay. Get out of this mess. Find yourself a girl and live happily, giving to each other, instead of taking. Be loving, instead of cruel."

He lifted his head and looked up between her full tits into her face. "You mean like Velma?" he asked.

Ellen recoiled inwardly at first. But then she reconsidered. Perhaps Velma had learned after all. Perhaps, with Jay's help, she would come to really know.

"Yes, Jay, a girl like Velma. Oh, untie me so that I can wrap both my arms about you and hold you close to me while you fuck me!"

"Fuck you!" he gasped, his prick jerking against her leg.

"You said you wanted to. I want you to. I want both of us to know what it's like," she moaned.

"Both of us?" he queried.

"Never mind. Untie me," she cried quickly. "Oh, hurry!"

He worked at the knot. When he couldn't get anywhere with it either, he fumbled into his pants pocket and brought forth a pocket-knife and cut the rope.

Ellen held out her arms. She could have kneed him in the balls and made her run, but she knew that would destroy everything. Besides, she wanted him in her and against her. She wanted to know what it was going to be like with Burke.

Jay moved up onto the bed. Ellen lay back, spreading her thighs, opening her bloated, syrupy pussy lips to his rapt gaze.

He looked. He reached out and touched her wet flesh, feeling the softness of her twat folds, the incredible silkiness of them. Ellen couldn't help the way her vaginal muscles quaked and sucked inward, the way her tits swelled upward on her chest.

He acted as if it were the first pussy he'd ever seen up close, or was able to touch, was about to fuck. He acted like a virgin, but she wasn't going to embarrass him with the question.

Her hips lifted. She spread her thighs as far as they would go, letting him drink his fill of the sight of her open, red, silky pussy mouth, letting him look up the soft vaginal tunnel itself.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck me, Jay, give me your hard prick and fuck me! I want you inside me!"

"Ellen!" he gasped.

He mounted her. She lifted her knees high. She reached down with both hands now and wrapped her fingers around his slippery shaft, guiding him to the center of her being.

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, feeling his heated prick-head slip between her bloated cunt lips.

"Ohhhhh, my God! My God! I never felt anything like it!" he cried with a whimper.

"Ohhhh, then sink your prick into me and feel the rest of it, sweet Jay! Yes! Like that! Ohhhhh, God, yes!"

Her head tipped back. She sucked breath between her teeth. Her pussy was aflame as it hadn't been for ages and ages. His shaft slid up her cunt, pressing the muscular, silky tissues aside, nosing into her body, filling her with much, much more than just his hard, shaking prick.

She opened her arms wide. She wrapped them about his young, strong back. She lifted her knees high and closed her legs about his ass and pulled his prick into her quivering pussy all the way.

"Ohhhhh, it's so wonderful!" he cried. "Not like that other time when they made me… made me…"

"Shhh! Don't think about it now, Jay," she said, smoothing her hands up and down his back, cupping his head to her, pressing her tits up against his chest in conical pillows.

She pumped her hips. She made her pussy muscles tighten and relax around his prick at the same time. She felt the roll and surge of his swiveling ass take over, and she felt his hard shaft fuck in and out of her body.

"God, it's so wonderful!" he whimpered, pressing against her, starting to take up her rhythm.

"This is the way it's supposed to be. Ohhhh, yes! The way it's supposed to be! Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Yes! Yes!" he cried.

He began to surge and pound against her hips, driving his prick into her wet, silky pussy, jarring her with each thrust. But it wasn't a brutal driving. It was the lusty fucking of love and youth, and it felt incredibly sweet and good.

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Velma's voice came to them, a trace of alarm in it.

"Jay, that car we saw when we came back, it's still…"

She fell silent. She stared. Her eyes ran over Jay's plunging, naked ass. She saw the wet shaft of his cock sinking into the wetness of Ellen's pussy and drawing out again. She watched the surge of Ellen's hips as they lifted and opened and swallowed the hard prick and came back for more and more.

"Jay! She's untied! You've untied her!" Velma cried, more surprised than alarmed.

Jay stopped, cringing with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt, turning his head to watch Velma come around the side of the bed, as if verifying to herself beyond doubt that she was totally untied, that there wasn't some optical trick.

"Velma, I…" Jay started.

Ellen surged up against his body harder. "Don't stop fucking me, Jay! Velma understands. After what she's been through with Stan, she under stands."

"Understands what?" Velma queried.

Ellen looked directly into the girl's eyes. "How beautiful it is not to be raped, not to be abused and used. How to fuck without being fucked."

Velma watched them. Her lower lip quivered slightly. "That – that doesn't even make any sense," she said. "You can't fuck without being fucked."

"You can when there's someone like Jay, Velma. When it's loving and not using. When there's giving instead of all taking. Oh, Velma, come here, and I'll show you!" Ellen cried, her spine arching wantonly. "I owe you one, Velma. Only it's more than that. I want you to be a part of what Jay and I are feeling right now. Velma, I want you to feel what you already know in your heart!"

She reached up toward the girl's hips. She wrapped her fingers about the wide curves of them and urged the girl forward. She licked her lips. Velma watched her, and her lower lip trembled again.

Jay fucked eratically, not knowing for sure what was going on or what he should be doing.

"That car…" Velma nearly whispered, her eyes on the two of them, her full tits heaving with quick breaths. "It's moved up closer, Jay. I could see it from the window now. Jay, I'm scared."

Ellen's heart pounded. She didn't know why she should expect it to be, but she had to ask.

"The car, Velma, is it… is it maroon?"

"Kind of red," she said.

"Like a big, rich ruby?"

"Yes."

"Oh, God, it's Burke!" Ellen cried with elation. "I don't know how or why, but I know it's Burke!"

"Your husband?" Velma cried. "Jay, we've got to get Stan!"

"No, no! Not Stan! Velma, you know that isn't what you should do! You know he's going to toss you off for Wanda! Don't take any more abuse, Velma! Put an end to it! Now!" Ellen cried.

Ellen pulled downward. Her fingers caught in the material of Velma's pants. They slipped down her hips and thighs. The panties were a yellow slash across her hips. Blonde curls peeped from over the top of the elastic waist.

Jay stared. Ellen felt his prick throb inside her pussy's depths. She slowly curled her fingers into the slick nylon and rolled the panties down over Velma's hips and round ass-cheeks, baring her pussy.

Jay stared. His prick throbbed and throbbed, stretching inside Ellen's pussy as if he were ready to reach another orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, Velma, you're beautiful!" he cried softly, watching her pussy and thighs come bare under his gaze.