Complete arousal raced through her. Her body wanted more, more sex, more man, more great cock – more fucking. She wanted him to screw her again and again. Dozens of times. Hundreds of times. Fuck her forever!
"OOOHHHH!" The sound growled from low in her chest. She held the tool in her throat, rolling the nuts with both hands. Her nose touched the loose sack.
Bob just lay on the bed letting his wife's busy mouth do its great work. He'd been getting sex since he was sixteen and had a lot of confidence in himself and knew how to take care of himself very well in bed.
Real desire bubbled from his crotch. Linda's ass was a few inches from his face. He spread the cheeks with his fingers and touched the tidy pink hole. "You want some dick in here?"
"I want it in my cunt!" She forced her pussy to his chest.
"Oh. In here," He touched her snatch from behind.
"Yes!" She writhed to him, arms grabbing at his butt. "I want you to fuck me." Desire cascaded from her as she took control of love-making. "Put it in my pussy."
"Like this?" he asked smiling. One finger crooked into the twat.
"No. No! Your cock. I want your cock!" She whirled around and straddled his hips with her thighs. She held his dick straight up and sat down, lowering herself to the spike.
"Oh, you want my wang up your tube. Why didn't you say so?" He did not move, just smiled up at her.
"Fuck me." She bounced up and down on the dick, her lust raging now. "Fuck me. Oh, Bob fuck me! Fuck!" She thrashed around on the cock, bearing down, forcing it all the way up, moaning with desperate desire, needing the release from her driving tensions. She gouged at her clit with one hand, raking his chest with the other, tearing at his flesh. "Bob. Oh. Oh! God. Oh. I need it. So bad. Oh. Fuck me. Bob. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me. Fuck me!!" She dug her nails into his stomach.
Bob smiled calmly up at the woman thrashing frantically on his prick. He managed to lie very still, the lust swelling steadily as her cunt dithered around his meat.
"God damn it! Fuck me." She bounced up and down on the rod, not able to come without his help. "Bob. Oh. I need it. So bad. Bob. Fuck me. Please. Please!"
"Sure." He heaved up, one massive drive, back and legs behind the power that hefted her into the air. He fell to the bed then strained and lifted them both clear across the mattress. He held the pose for a moment, then began to fuck, slamming up, his muscles coiled with each heavy drive.
Linda began to come with the first great slam. Her cunt burst into live flame and she melted, drowning with ecstasy. The man's cock tore up and she got off, shrieks of pure pleasure filling the room, her head snapping back. She grabbed his hips and held on, riding the bronco until she was spent, sweaty from the session, her body drained of desire. "OHH GOD!! YES!!!"
Linda fell from the stabbing tool and collapsed on the bed. "Bob, Bob." Her arms groped for him.
"How was it?" He lay still again, cock shimmering with cunt juice, pulsing above his belly.
"Just… just…" she gasped for air, "perfect… oh, oh, Bob. So good. Such a man. Ohhhhh!" She kissed him.
"You see what happens when you say please?"
"Bob, it was incredible. I don't know what happened to me. I just touched you and sort of went crazy."
"It's a nice kind of crazy." His hand pressed on her tit and his arms pulled her close for another kiss, a longer one, his dick sliding on her bare flesh as his tongue plunged in between her lips.
"You… you didn't… come." She felt the hardness of his tool.
"No. That's a long way off."
"Ohhhhhh, Bob." She flowed against him, boobs spreading over his chest as she hugged him. "I love you."
"You just want me for my body." He kissed her nose and eyes.
"I love all of you. Every bit and part. Body and everything else." She let him invade her mouth with his tongue.
He rolled, crushing her with his weight, the bottom of his dick sliding along her clit. Linda spread her legs to let him penetrate her pussy, but he just kept sliding along her clit, raising new desire from her warm flesh.
"Does that turn you on?"
"Yes."
"Does my cock get you all hot?"
"Oh, yes."
"Does my dick make you hot, hot all up in your pussy?"
"Yes. Oh, Bob. Yes!" She arched against his gliding tool.
"Do you want it? Do you want my cock?"
"Yes! I." Her arms twisted around his shoulders. "Take me!"
"Not just yet." Bob eased up from her, stopping his movements on her cunt.
"What is it? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you were just fine." He rolled away from her.
"Then what's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter. I just thought it might be fun to try some of Uncle Frank's gear again. You know, the ropes and stuff."
"Well… if you want to, I suppose…"
"It was kind of a turn on this afternoon and I want to see if I really like it or if it was just the novelty. Or if it was just you. I bet you'd turn me on anywhere. Anytime."
Linda smiled. "I guess we can. If you really want to."
"You seemed to like it this afternoon."
"Oh, I did. But I thought that was just once. Sort of to see what it was like."
"It, was. But you know me. Once is never enough."
"Right." Her smile spread as she remembered how many times he had town her what those words, really meant. "Let's do it." She sprang from the bed, tits bouncing as she went to the bedroom door.
Bob followed, stiff rod close to his belly as he went down the stairs, one hand on his wife's nude butt.
Linda clicked on the light and the living room lit up. She got the key and opened the door. "Just what did you want?" She pulled the string to light the storage room.
"I, don't know. Sort of what we did before, I guess. Maybe a little more." Bob took a length of yellow rope from the wall.
"How about this for your hands?" He lifted one arm, wrapping the cord around lightly, making a simple knot. The long rope trailed to the floor. "Is that okay? I don't want to make it too tight."
"It's fine." She adjusted the cord slightly.
"I suppose I should do something with your legs, too." He fumbled through a batch of chains. "This'll do it." Bob took a length of rusted chain, the ends holding two shackles, two inch wide curves of old iron. Crouching, he put one pair of the curves around his wife's ankle. The links rattled on the floor as he scooted around and fastened the other cuff into place. A set screw threaded down between the thrust prongs at the lip of the metal and he made them both secure.
"Try to walk. Be careful. Don't fall." He took her arm as she made a couple of short steps. There was enough chain between her feet so she could take a short stride.
"That's okay." Linda turned and looked at him. His cock was still very hard. "What about you? Aren't you going to put on anything?"
"I guess so. What would you like?"
"Well, that belt looked kind of sexy this afternoon. It's right over there." She pointed with one hand.
"Okay. That's fine with me." Bob got the wide belt and placed it around his middle, fastening the side-straps tightly. The end of his dick glowed against the dark brown leather. "Anything else?" he asked, tugging the belt lower.
The sight of his nice body banded with leather began to arouse her. "Well, how about… some chains? Yeah. Draped all over your arms."
"Let's see what Uncle Frank's got." Bob looked through the collection of chains. "This'll do." He held up a tangled nest of chains, links of different sizes clinging around a collar of milled steel. He shook it to make the lengths untangle and put the collar to his neck. It fitted very loosely as he clamped it down, chains dangling over his chest, almost to his crotch. Some of the chains had clips or rings on the end.