The Fantasy of Infidelity

It had always been a possibility, after so long. She smiled up at him and began to lick him clean. Lapping like a cat into all the little dips and curves, tickling and reassuring. He thanked profusely whatever deity is responsible for erections when, as usual, his cock remained hard after spilling forth its load.

Sliding herself up him, naked nipples hard against the flesh of his belly, sticky skin tangling the strands of hair, their lips met properly and engaged. Tongues tangling, groins grinding, he stood on tiptoe and lifted the chain from the door hook; slotting his restrained wrists over her head, down her back to finish clasped around her bottom and lifting her up. She entwined her legs around his waist and he walked over to sit on the bed. Her soft skin against his chest and belly was more than he could bear; real breasts squashed against him a pure heaven. Running his fettered hands up the back of her neck, into her hair, pulling her into him as they kissed. He had yearned for this moment for so long. He shifted their position further back on the bed so he could stretch out his legs and felt her hands grip his shoulders, her thighs wrap themselves around his hips as he slid her down on to him.

Leaning forwards so her erect nipples were mere inches from his mouth, just begging to be sucked and licked. Straining his neck, she allowed him the privilege for a few moments before pulling away and concentrating on the job in hand. There would be time for foreplay later… When the promise had been kept, she would free his hands just as she had liberated his masculinity. But, for now, bouncing up and down, she rode him through her own noisy climax and let him experience the joy of a woman in full voice from his attentions until the lubricating constrictions of her orgasm forced him to follow suit once more.

And then, with gentle words confirming her satisfaction, she held him as he came, shivering and shaking into a final calmness.