Bedroom Closet

I have A___ tied to the bed. Rather. her collar is anchored to one of the bed restraints. She’s naked and wrists are lashed to her ankles. She’s been fucked a bit and now I’m off to move the laundry. I’ve been using her to suck my cock, lick my balls and ass, and generally…. well, you get the idea. She’s in this great position where her knees are bent and her legs are generally getting pulled apart.

It’s an extremely luscious position.

She’s a little anxious as this is the first time she’s been bound and I’ve left the apartment. I’ll move quickly. But first, time to go “check on her” again.

Some things are classic sexy, a little trashy maybe but always hot. For me, it’s the plain white t-shirt, sans a bra, on a chilly night.

S___ got home as soon as I got out of the shower. As is usually the case I was hot, wet, and wanting. S___ didn’t seem interested. That was until he followed me to the bedroom pushed me down and proceeded to bury his face between my legs. This on its own drives me crazy, I can barely deal with the sensation, I shudder, I writhe, his tongue inside me is amazing, his mouth does wonderful things, it is hard to sit still and just take it all in. S___ had some other ideas of what all he wanted me to take in. While his tongue was licking at my clit, sending shivers up my body he must have thought I was making a little too much noise, without warning one of my dildos is shoved in my mouth while his is just working away. A dildo in my mouth must not have been enough for him because I feel another thrust into my pussy, and at the same time his mouth keeps working. With both my mouth and pussy full he kept licking and sucking, kissing and flicking, until I came so hard I was shaking. Once he he was done he smiles up at me and tells me to get dressed and ready for a walk.

With shaky legs I get up and walk toward the dresser to find some clothes. Within two minutes S___ is back, telling me that if I want to leave the house I need to stop being naked because he keeps wanting to fuck me. Pushed onto the bed again, this time it’s not a dildo, or a tongue, he pushes into me and starts fucking me like mad. I know he is just using my body right now, which is o.k., I had used parts of his moments before.

Just another way to say glad to be home I guess.

One of the myriad of reasons I love (and lust after) A____ is her affinity for boots and her willingness to wear lingerie of the leather, lace or otherwise variety. You saw a picture a few posts ago. Rahr. Ok. And seriously, I shouldn’t be thinking about this or writing about this at work, but here we are at another break and so i thought I’d throw down a little more. LIfe has been such that I don’t really feel much like writing in the places I normally do. Here is a different story. I’m not sure why that is and it may be a post for another time.

As I was saying: one of the reasons blah blah blah… She likes dressing up. I like it when she dresses up. We had a thing before where i’d look at her boots and ask “have I done you in those?”. That’s expanded to most of her wardrobe. Sometimes I just have to look at her in something and I almost bust out of whatever I’m wearing. Sometimes I almost can’t wait to get home. Sometimes I fuck her on the stairs on the way up because I can’t. That’s not always because of the clothes, but watching her walk up in front of me in a dangerously short skirt and tall boots gets me boiling. I end up grabbing her and pushing her down onto the stairs, lifting her skirt and fingering her, or just straight up entering her. I don’t think she minds at all. Sometimes I force her up against the wall and just fondle her a little, then smack her ass and push her back into motion up the stairs.

There are days when we talk about what she should wear. She asks me what I would like her to go out in, or what I’d like to fuck her in. Sometimes I just tell her: “Make sure and wear the black and pink thong and your lace up boots.”

Sometimes I want to come home and have her all ready. So we’ll be making flash cards…

S___ and I talk about sex, we talk about it a lot, as he has mentioned, I like to talk about it. Even with our communication though it can at times be hard to tell him some of the things that I want. This isn’t out of fear in any way, it is really more about me breaking those barriers. But more often then not he is quite intuitive about what I want, either that or he doesn’t care and it just happens to work out. For example.

The other night as we were walking, as we often do, I had a bit of an attitude. I was flirting and teasing, tossing out innuendos, baiting, trying in every way to get him to toss me on the ground and fuck me right there in the park. It’s something I have wanted, but it doesn’t seem to be the same when you ask for it. I had laid off a bit when we came to a bit of a hollow and I found my self pushed to my knees, S___ hard and ready in my mouth using my hair as a handle, basically fucking my face without a concern at all. I honestly think he would have liked it if someone had walked by, I would have too. I didn’t get him fucking me from behind while I was bent over the park bench, but him taking what he wanted was just as good.

Being bold always pays of, especially for S___. I remember another time when he just knew what I wanted. I believe it was the first time he made me cum in the car. We were driving back from the lake, I had only a dress on, I had slipped my swim suit off before we got in the car. I had just been watching him all day, unable to reach over and hold his cock, unable to lean down and take it in my mouth, but I had been thinking it for hours, but surrounded by family it wasn’t an option. Just a few minutes into the drive home though I feel his hand moving up my thigh, feel his fingers slowly push inside of me, slowly working me. He grinned the moment he felt how wet I was, he already knew. He slowly fingered me as I tried to concentrate, tried not to drive of the road, until I was cumming and had to be reminded to keep my eyes open.

More stories come to mind of being pulled into restrooms, or being told not to wear panties, quickies in hallways, and being told what to do at just the right time.

Maybe he is intuitive, or maybe I am just that obvious, either way, I am a happy woman.

A___

There are a lot of problems with being at work right now. One of them is that I have to be clandestine in my writing / research for Bedroom Closet. It’s break time for me from the daily grind though, and so my mind goes wandering.

It’s been fun having this so far. More so today as we had our first referral from Google: “Wife tied to the bed”. Our humble space on the internet appears third (when you google with quotations). I know that it’s a pretty granular search spot but still really exciting considering how much content is out there for people to consume.

It really is something to have freedom in a relationship. I’m not talking about an “open” relationship where A___ or I can run around fucking whoever we want. I can’t imagine being in anything like that. I’m talking about a relationship where if there’s something on my mind that I’d like to try or something I’d like to do, I can bring it up, we’ll talk about it, and either try it or not. But there’s nothing that’s out of bounds to at least suggest. That’s really quite something.

And on those days when we’re feeling adventurous, our list of options is constantly being expanded through experience. Whether I have A____ tied to the bed or the door, using toys or myself, torturing her for hours with my lips or through deprivation, alone or with a third… the possibilities really do abound.

And that has everything to do with the paragraph before. The one about talking and conversation. That makes all things possible.

So yes, in a few weeks I’ll have my wife tied to the bed with a blindfold and hopefully a list of suggestions from the Northwest Airlines baggage handlers. Maybe suggestions from the hotel staff. Or maybe we’ll have someone from the staff tied down instead…

Either way we’ll have a great time.