"Is this what you had in mind?"
"I guess so… yeah. I like it."
"Then I'll keep it." Bib clipped a couple of the hanging chains to the bottom of his belt. They stretched lightly over his chest. He took the two longest and drew them across his belly and fastened them to the belt behind his back. They cut into his flesh and he adjusted the belt to get more comfortable.
"I suppose that's what this thing is for?"
"Looks like a good fit." Linda moved closer, the fetters clicking as she walked. She raised one hand and traced the chains on the man's body.
"I ought to do something about these." He cupped her breasts, bending to kiss them briefly.
"Like what?" She advanced her pussy toward his hard tool.
"Maybe like before. With the chains across here." His tongue traced the line where the chains had been.
Linda touched his dick with her aunt. "Maybe so." He leaned against her crotch, brushing firmly on her clit and her twat creamed, a buzz of real desire winging out of it.
"Mmmmmmm, nice." He kissed her, sliding his prick all over her match.
Linda clasped her hands behind his back, taking the rope around her wrist and pulling it over him with her free hand until she held him close with it. "Now you are my prisoner." She shoved rapidly with her crotch. "You have to stay right there until you satisfy me. Satisfy my every desire."
Bob crushed her with both arms, forcing her tits into the chains on his chest. He spread his legs and ducked his prick below her box. "Gee, honey, you're not as tight as you used to be." He flicked the open space between her legs, hands grabbing at her ass.
Linda pressed her thighs tightly around his moving rod. "How's that, honey?" She squeezed as hard as she could.
"Better." He moved faster, desire swelling in his nuts.
Passion slid trough her snatch. Linda pulled on the rope until it cut into the man, tightening her thighs until they were twin pillars of rock-hard muscle around his digging cock.
Lust flowed swiftly. Bob screwed between the gripping thighs until he was deeply aroused, his balls beginning their slow ache, signaling for release.
"Yeah!" He grinned and tried to move away. The rope and her arms held him to her. "Come on." He twisted but she hauled him in tighter. "If that's the way you want it." He forced his arms down the front of her torso, inside her grip and pried up forcing her to let go.
"There." Bob leaped back, his cock thundering with lust. His movements made the chains dig into his flesh and he tugged the broad belt lower, enjoying the extra edge of pleasure the bit of pain gave to his feelings. Linda caught up the loose end of rope and used it as a whip, striking at his belly and chest.
The light rope barely stung and Bob shoved out his chest, fists planted on his hips. "Hit me. Hurt me. Hurt me! Beat me. Beat my naked body. Beat me until I bleed!"
"Beast! Monster." She swung harder, lashing wildly, the rope slicing through the air. She knew it was not hurting him and moved closer, more strength in her arms. "Bastard!"
"Whore!" Bob caught the rope and jerked so Linda dropped to one knee, off balance for a second. He lunged, looped the rope over her head and drew it tighter below her breasts.
"Let me go. Let me go." Linda struggled but he was far stranger and she let him move behind her, drawing bath arms up into light hammer-locks. She liked the forceful moves he made, holding her roughly as he bound both forearms together, tightly enough to hold them but not so the rope cut in.
The position shoved her shoulders back, separating her big tits, lifting them upward, the already throbbing nipples pointing toward the ceiling.
"That should keep you quiet." Bob moved to stand in front of his wife. Even though they were playing at it, he felt a deep excitement seeping through his crotch. He made the chains tighter over his torso and the excitement increased.
"You sure look sexy." He spread her boobs farther with one hand and kissed the velvet valley between them.
Linda strained to force her breasts further apart. Lust warmed her all through. When Bob touched her clit spasms of pure delight sped along her nerves. "Oh. Bob!" She made sharp little squeals and he eased a finger into her box. "Bob. Oh. Oh, yes. Oh!"
Bob squatted and began to lick at her cunt. His tongue flashed moistly into the blonde crotch hairs and touched the clit for an instant.
"OH!" Passion grabbed at her. "YES!" She almost came as her husband's mouth pressed against her pussy. "Bob. Oh, Bob. I love you."
Rising, Bob lapped up her soft belly to her tits, kissed each one, then turned away. "I think we'd better get serious about this now." He took a coil of flexible wire from a peg behind the blonde, drew out a few feet and wound it carefully around her tits, making a figure eight. He ran the end of the wire behind her back, made another figure eight, curved around the back the other way and then lay one strand of the quarter-inch woven metal right over both nipples, twisting the end under where it crossed the wire going to her back.
"My God! That's… incredible." She wriggled her tits against the restraint. Pleasure seeped from the nipples where the wire pressed in. It held her breasts so they looked even fuller, lifting them higher on her torso, the nipples split, throbbing as she twisted back and forth.
Bob ran the palms of both hands over the split nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh." A trembling thrill ran down her spine.
"I saw this in one of the picture books." Bob nodded to the pile of magazines on the floor. "Pretty damn nice." He kissed slowly along the wire.
Linda quivered under the pulses of desire that swept her. She tingled where his tongue flickered and melted when his closed around her tit. "Bob," she gasped, "it's wonderful."
"Looked pretty nice in the pictures." His mouth moved along the same line again. "Bitchin." He touched both nipples, pinching very slightly.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnooooohhhhhhh!" Linda shuddered with long trembling fingers of passion reaching along her nerves.
"Come here." His hands cupped under her butt and hefted her up. "I want you now!" He dug for her hole.
"Bob. Yes." She spread her legs until the chains on her ankles stopped her. "Oh, Bob."
Bob kicked the door shut and leaned her against it, lifting her until his cock could go into her box. He felt the lust growl from his rocks and shoved up hard, a stiff drive that put most of his meat inside the cunt.
"Yes." Bob snarled as he fucked, driving hard, knowing he would not last, the session now racing to its peak. His body tensed and he shoved harder, all of his dick surrounded by the woman's snatch. He crushed her to the door, mashing against her, jamming with his dick, the full force of his legs behind each drive.
The power of the man's body brought her to a hammering climax. Bolts of pure pleasure jammed out of her cunt. Linda writhed, battered against the door, her bound arms aching as her husband heaved and grunted against her. Her whole body cried out for more, for greater pleasure and she soared, driven by total lust. Linda came, heavy masses of ecstasy ripped from her snatch. She tried to cry but no sound came, only the noiseless gasp of her complete orgasm.
There was no play now. Heavy physical need raged through his body. Bob stabbed savagely with his cock, straining to get more inside. He felt the gigantic pressure explode suddenly, spilling him into the fantastic fires of climax. His body lunged against the woman and his jism fountained up into the slick snatch. He crashed into his wife, tearing at her with his hands, his chest smashing her tied boobs almost flat, arms aching as he grappled at her round ass.
"OH, OH GOD!!" Bob smashed into the final moments, completely commanded by his shrieking crotch.
Bob slumped suddenly away, releasing his grip, exhausted by the encounter. Pleasure radiated from his dripping dick and he sank to the floor, overwhelmed by the power of his lust. His chest heaved as he drank down the air.