A Sultry Sunday Afternoon

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon,. Hubby had that look in his eyes—the one that says he’s got something naughty planned. “Babe,” he said, his voice low and rough, “go put on something sexy for me. You know what I like.” My pulse quickened, a delicious heat pooling between my thighs. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was more than ready to give it to him.

I sauntered upstairs, my mind already racing with anticipation. In the bedroom, I slipped into my black satin nightie, the smooth fabric gliding over my skin It hugged my curves, the hem barely skimming my thighs, leaving little to the imagination. I slid on sheer stockings, the delicate material whispering against my legs as I rolled them up, clipping them to a suspender belt that framed my hips. Then came the leopard print high heels. I pulled on long, black satin opera gloves, the cool, slippery fabric making my fingers tingle with the promise of what they’d soon be doing. Finally, I fastened a pearl choker around my neck, the cool beads a stark contrast to the heat building inside me.

Downstairs, I found him sprawled on the couch, his eyes darkening as they roamed over me. “Jesus, babe,” , his cock already straining against his jeans. I could feel my pussy throb just from the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me whole. I wasn’t about to make it easy for him, though. I wanted to drive him wild first. I swayed my hips as I walked toward him, the heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “Like what you see?” running my gloved hands down my sides, letting the satin catch the light. I turned slowly, giving him a full view of my arse barely covered by the nightie. I straddled his lap, not quite touching, just close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from my body. “You want this, don’t you?” I teased, grinding my hips in the air, my pussy so wet I could feel it soaking through my panties. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned, his hands twitching like he was dying to grab me. I leaned in, letting my lips brush his ear, my gloved fingers trailing lightly over his chest. “Patience, baby,” I whispered, nipping at his earlobe. I slid off his lap and bent over in front of him, pretending to adjust my stocking, knowing the nightie would ride up to expose the curve of my arse. He let out a low curse, and I could hear him shift, his jeans rustling as he adjusted himself. I teased him like that for what felt like forever—strutting, bending, touching myself through the satin, letting my fingers linger over my breasts, my nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, his eyes glassy with lust. Finally, he snapped. “Upstairs. Now,” he growled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the bedroom.

He didn’t waste a second. As soon as we hit the bed, he pushed me down, my heels dangling off the edge. He shoved the nightie up to my hips, tearing my panties aside “Fuck, you’re so wet,” as he spread my thighs wide. His mouth was on me before I could catch my breath, his tongue diving into my pussy with a hunger that made me gasp. He licked and sucked, his lips closing around my clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate flicks that sent shocks of pleasure through me. My gloved hands gripped the sheets, the satin sliding against the fabric as I arched into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his face. He didn’t let up, his tongue plunging deeper, lapping at my slick folds like he couldn’t get enough. My orgasm built fast, a tight coil of heat that exploded when he sucked hard on my clit, sending me over the edge. I screamed, my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure ripped through me, leaving me trembling and breathless.

I wasn’t done with him yet. I pushed him onto his back, my heels clicking as I knelt between his legs. His cock was rock-hard when I unzipped his jeans, springing free, thick and throbbing. I wrapped my satin-gloved hand around him, stroking slowly, the smooth fabric gliding over his length. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned, his head falling back. I leaned down, my lips hovering over the tip, letting my hot breath tease him before I flicked my tongue across the head, tasting the bead of precum there. He hissed, his hips jerking up.I took my time, giving him the sloppiest, most indulgent blowjob I could manage. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, licking every inch, my gloved hand pumping the base while my mouth worked the tip. The satin made it so smooth, so slick, and the way he moaned told me he was in heaven. I sucked him deeper, my lips stretching around his thickness, letting my saliva drip down his cock, making it messy and wet. I bobbed my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging just a little before pulling back and doing it again. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, but I was in control, setting the pace, drawing it out to drive him insane. “Fuck, babe, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, his voice desperate.I didn’t stop. I sucked harder, my tongue swirling, my gloved hand stroking faster. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and with a guttural groan, he came, hot and thick, shooting down my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him with my lips and hand until he was shaking, completely spent. I pulled back, licking my lips, the pearl choker glinting as I caught my breath.

he afterglow from our earlier escapade still lingered, my body humming with satisfaction, but the ache between my thighs was far from sated. That orgasm had only stoked the fire, and now I was craving something deeper, harder— I needed to be fucked. Hubby was sprawled beside me, his chest still heaving, his cock soft after I’d drained him with my satin-gloved hands and mouth. But I knew how to get him ready again. I leaned over, my black satin nightie slipping off one shoulder, the pearl choker catching the dim light. “Baby,” I purred, my voice thick with want, “tie me up. You know how much you love seeing me helpless.” His eyes lit up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He didn’t need convincing—bondage always got him going, and I knew the sight of me bound and squirming would have him hard in no time.

He slid off the bed, his movements quick and eager, and grabbed the coil of rope from our toy box. The rough texture of the rope contrasted with the smooth satin of my gloves and nightie as he approached, his gaze predatory. “On your stomach,” he ordered, and I complied, my heart racing as I positioned myself on the bed, my leopard print heels still on, the sheer stockings clinging to my legs. He worked fast, his hands deft and sure as he looped the rope around my wrists, pulling them behind my back and securing them tightly. He bound my ankles next, crossing them and tying them snug, then pulled the ropes together, forcing my body into a strict hogtie. My back arched, my breasts pressing into the mattress, the satin nightie riding up to expose my ass. But he wasn’t done. He grabbed another length of rope and looped it around my neck, tying it just tight enough to keep my head up. If I relaxed, the rope tightened, a subtle choke that sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. I tested it, letting my head dip slightly, and gasped as the rope constricted, my breath catching. Fuck, it was intense.“Open wide,” he said, holding up the largest ball gag we owned, a glossy red monster that made my jaw ache just looking at it. I obeyed, and he pushed it between my lips, the rubber stretching my mouth wide as he buckled it behind my head. Drool spilled almost instantly, slicking my chin and dripping onto the sheets.

I squirmed in the ropes, the hogtie keeping me immobile, the neck rope forcing my head up, making every movement a mix of pleasure and strain. My pussy was soaked, the sheer stockings damp where my thighs pressed together. I moaned around the gag, the sound muffled and desperate, my body screaming for release.He stepped back, his eyes raking over me, taking in every detail— the way the ropes dug into my skin, the satin gloves gleaming against the coarse bonds, the drool pooling beneath my chin, the way my ass wiggled as I tried to find some relief. “Fuck, you look perfect,” his cock already twitching, starting to harden again. I writhed harder, the rope around my neck tightening just enough to make me gasp, my eyes watering as I moaned into the gag. The helplessness, the tightness, the choke— it was driving me wild, my pussy so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs. He watched me squirm for what felt like an eternity, his hand lazily stroking himself, his cock growing harder with every muffled whimper I let out. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” he teased, and I nodded as best I could, drool spilling down my neck, the pearl choker glinting as my body trembled.

Finally, he knelt behind me, his hands working quickly to untie the hogtie. The ropes fell away, but my relief was short-lived. He grabbed my wrists, pulling them above my head and tying them to the headboard, spreading my arms wide in an eagle position. My legs were free now, but I was still at his mercy, the satin nightie bunched around my waist, my stockings and heels making me feel like a bound pin-up girl.He climbed onto the bed, his cock fully hard now, thick and ready. Without a word, he spread my legs, his hands rough on my thighs, and slammed into me. I cried out around the gag, the sudden fullness overwhelming, my pussy clenching around him as he filled me completely. He didn’t hold back, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into me with a relentless rhythm. The headboard creaked, my bound wrists straining against the ropes as I arched into him, my heels digging into the mattress. Drool dripped from the gag, slicking my chest, the satin gloves useless as I tugged at my bonds.He fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, leaving marks I’d feel tomorrow. My first orgasm hit fast, a white-hot explosion that made my toes curl in my heels, my pussy pulsing around his cock as I screamed into the gag. He didn’t slow down, driving deeper, his grunts mixing with my muffled moans. The second orgasm came on the heels of the first, my body shaking as pleasure ripped through me, my thighs trembling against his. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, his pace brutal, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me. I was lost in it, my head spinning, the rope burns on my wrists and the choke of the gag only heightening every sensation.The third orgasm was earth-shattering, my vision blurring as I came so hard I thought I’d pass out, my pussy clenching so tightly it nearly pushed him out. He kept going, his stamina unreal after cumming earlier, his cock slamming into me over and over. Finally, with a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, his hips jerking as he came, flooding me with a hot, thick creampie. I felt it spill inside me, warm and sticky, as he collapsed over me, both of us panting, slick with sweat and drool.