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Yesterday I posted about how much fun I had tying up my husband, and leaving him with my vibrator against his butt.

Two nights after that little treat, I came out of our daughters room, after tucking her into bed, and as I came down the hall, the bathroom door swung open, and mister handsome man, was suddenly in my way.

“Are you having a shower and going to bed?” I asked him, sliding my arms around him and laying my head against his heartbeat. His arms came up and held me close, I could sink into his arms any time, day or night.

“Ya thinkin about it.” He said, as he began to slowly shuffle towards our bedroom. Except, he did this shuffle, without moving out of my way, so with him I shuffled back, a step, then two towards our room.

“Well what else are you thinking then?” I asked with a laugh, as he shuffled me backwards still. Finally in our bedroom door, I planted my feet, trying to fight the giggles. My hands came up to grab the doorframe, and it was my turn to block the way through. I leaned back into my man, and whispered up at him “use your words”.

“What words?” He asked me, getting his toes under mine on the floor, and lifting my whole leg off the ground with a simple kick up, suddenly he had around the waist again, and I was being hurtled towards the bed. I landed with a squeal and a laugh, and my man came towards me slowly, his smile was all tease and torture, and my breath caught in anticipation.

“Where did the rope go, birdy?” He asked me, running his hands up my body, pulling my arms upwards towards the headboard. I couldn’t speak, I was scared if I tried I would only squeak up at him, so I looked up towards the closet, my robe hanging there with the rope still haphazardly flung over the hanger. He followed my gaze and got off the bed.

The rope (I say rope but it’s a fluffy housecoat string) snapped with force when my man tugged it off the hanger, and our bedroom door shut with a thud before he turned back to face me. I was soaking myself already, I wanted him to use every inch of me.

“Last time you got to tie me up, and I think I’m going to return the favor.” He said with a grin, I looked up at him eyes wide, giddy with excitement, as he began to firmly wrap my wrists with fluffy housecoat rope, before securing me tightly to the bed. He may have not had a hard time escaping his prison, but me? I was stuck until he was done with me.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, the rush of emotions and sensations I felt sent me reeling, why had we never done this before? I’m usually pretty quick to sass, quick to tease and I like to keep my cool, but watching my husband pick and choose toys from my “little bag of treats” while I lay there completely helpless, had me shuddering in excitement.

“What are you going to do to me mister?” I asked him softly, batting my eyelashes at him as he rummaged through the bag, looking for something. Finally he pulled out my little pink butt plug, and he looked up at me with a grin.

“I’m gonna stick it in your ass.” He laughed, showing me what he’d picked out; pretty pink vibrator, beautiful glass dildo, pretty pink plug.

I cackled at his words, he wouldn’t dare! You see, it’s not like I’m NOT into anal, but I had an ex “accidentally” enter the wrong hole as a teenager, he was incredibly rough, and I had no warning or prep, it hurt. I bled, ever since then… Well shit like that traumatizes you!

Look, I know you’re here for sex, but I write this stuff for me first, and if someone reads this and can recognize similar traits to themselves in my story, then maybe I can encourage tenderness with my perspective. I am not the only girl who is traumatized by miscommunication, and lack of consideration with sex, and I’m not the only girl who wants sex to be a fulfilling, satisfying experience that both my partner and I can grow with, and discover connection through.

Now, that being said, I cackled at my husband knowing he would never ever ever do anything I am not comfortable with, you see six years of trying, means every couple of months over six years together, we have tried, all the lube, teeny tiny butt toys, to a whole range of gradually growing plugs, just to try to help ease me into it, and still, every time I hesitate, or say no, he stops, no questions asked. There’s been once that he’s gotten it in, and as soon as it was I was so nervous I wouldn’t let him move, and I did not enjoy myself. That was last year, he hasn’t brought it up since.

And now here I was, tied to the bed, tight enough I knew I was not getting away without his permission. There was no unease, no nerves, just the man I love and trust, looking at me like I’m the whole buffet and he’s about to enjoy himself to a 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th course of me.

He started with the glass, slowly teasing my entrance with its cool, smooth surface. Gently pressing it into me, before pressing the buzzing vibrator against my clit. I was in raptures instantly, moaning and squirming under his touch.

The next thing I knew, was feeling the weight on the bed shift, and the vibrator released its pressure against my clit, to rest gently at my entrance, I could hear the plastic handle, tap tap tapping against the glass of the dildo sticking out of me, as they worked together to make me moan.

My husband got up with a sly look on his face, then he turned and left the room. “Noooo!” I whined watching him go, I wanted him to savage me, now. But I played stupid games y’all, I walked away from that man while I had him tied down, and now he was getting his revenge. He laughed as he walked slowly down the hall. I could hear him rummage in the linen closet, flicked the bathroom light on for a minute, then off again. He puttered slowly into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, before slooowly coming back to our room.

The vibrator had fallen by the time he came back, it was now happily vibing away under my ass cheek. He laughed when he saw me, panting and tied, god where did my clothes go? How did I get here? What fucking day is it again? All of it was gone when I saw him there. There was no cohesive wondered patterns happening in my head.

My man, my kind, funny, hardworking man, I love you, I love how exciting you make life, I love how much I trust you, with every fibre of my being. I love the safety I feel with you, the passion we’ve found together, and the thrill you give me with just a look. This was that said look.

He pulled the vibrator out from under me, and he pulled my hips up, placing a towel down, then crossing his legs underneath me, and wrapping my legs around his waist, so I straddled him while he sat pressed against me. He worked the dildo in and out of me more, turning up the strength on the vibrator as he went. I writhed in his lap, helpless and close to the edge.

“I love watching you squirm” he told me in that sexy low voice. I whimpered at him, sounding needy and whoreish.

“I want you, please fuck me, please!” I begged and whined, arching my body off the bed towards him. I was already cumming, I could hear it splash with my vibrator and he laughed again as I bucked against him.

He pulled the glass out of me, then gently, with lube covering the plug, he eased my medium sized pretty pink plug into my ass, working it in slowly, while pressing his dick against my throbbing pussy.

When I tell you I whined in pleasure, good lord, I whined at the man in pleasure. He paused, making sure I was ok, and I slammed my ass down over the plug, taking it into me and moaning with the new pleasant sensation.

My husband was out of breath now with me, watching me turn into a messy puddle at his touch, was doing wonders for his own throbbing erection, and finally he pushed himself into me. Oh lord, he was warm and thick, and pulsing in me. I was shaking in an instant, and when he pushed the vibrator back against my clit, I screamed, finally finding release as I came hard.

My man pulled away from me for a minute, my mind was a blur at this point, all I felt was wanton and reckless. The details here are blurry, but I remember him laying down next to me, his hands were on me and I had no control, riding the waves of my orgasm.

He kept the vibrator against my clit, and from his new position, slowly pulled the plug out of my ass, I was still cumming, I couldn’t stop and he was relentless with me. Once the plug was gone, I felt his length pressed against me, slowly sliding back and forth from my pussy to my ass, gently prodding at the entrance. I wanted more, I wanted his cum. So the next time he gave me a gentle push, I pushed back.

The head of his dick pushed into my asshole, briefly, and this time I didn’t feel pain. “Oh my god baby, please untie me please!” I begged, needing to use my hands to guide him.

He stopped his gentle exploration of me, and reached up to untie my wrists, I was panting and shaking still, and the second I was untied I grabbed my vape on the nightstand and took a hard pull. My man laughed as he watched me. Then I turned back to him, kissing him hard.

I used my fingers to guide my ass open, and showed him which way to angle himself, he poured more lube over my ass, gently working it into me as I struggled to catch my breath, then his fingers were gone, and I could once again feel his size, pressing into me. I backed into him slowly, the resistance I kept expecting to feel was suddenly gone, and without even realizing, that man was fucking my ass.

I came again, hard. Again. Taking myself by surprise with the enjoyment I was finding with his dick in my ass. My pussy was drenched in squirt and I was starting to get tired.

My husband stopped as I shuddered around him. “Do you think we could try doggy?” He asked. Yes baby, anything for you handsome! I rolled over, waving my ass in the air for him to do with as he pleased, and with a little more lube, another puff off the vape, and a chug of his water, we were back to it. Gently easing his way into my ass.

After a minute or two of finessing, he began to fuck me hard, the bed shook and squeaked. I sounded gutteral, face first in the pillow getting fucking railed. I could feel myself squirting more, where did it all come from? How was I still cumming? Oh fuck though it feels sooooo good I love it!

Finally he pulled out, shooting his thick load all over my ass, still raised high in the air.

Literally I don’t remember much of what happened after that, I don’t know if I slept, don’t know if I died, bitch I could be in purgatory now! My task to move on to the other side, being giving all you thirsty lovelies something to talk about before I go! I don’t know! The kids are a good indicator that this is not purgatory, but maybe I’m in a coma, it was just that good I’ve spent almost a week, in a coma, reliving that fuck in my mind 24/7. You tell me!?

NSFW: yes

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