The first time I fucked Alex was also the first time anyone had ever tied her up during sex (it was also her first spanking and the first time she’d ever needed to get permission for her orgasm, but I digress). Bondage (the “sensual” kind, not the torture kind) has been high on my “favorite kinks” list almost since I started having sex. Our first sexual encounter was (very!) spontaneous. At the time, I wasn’t expecting anything like the night we had.

We’d started out with fairly conventional (if explosive) fucking, me on top, followed by her climbing onto me and impaling herself there. Alex is very short, and at the time was a petite thing. She discovered that once she’d taken me completely inside her pussy, she couldn’t really move up and down much – her knees didn’t reach the mattress. She was just stuck there, filled to the bottom with my hard-on. Not a bad situation; if there’s one thing I enjoy, it’s a hot blonde marooned on my cock. I decided to take it a little further and see how she’d react to being really stuck.

Gently, at first, I pulled her arms behind her back. Initially, she misread the body language and thought I was trying to roll her off of me, until she realized that the reason she couldn’t roll anymore was that I had clamped her wrists together behind the small of her back with my left hand, and my right was pulling her face down close to mine. She figured it out at that point, and tested my grip, flexing her arms but getting nowhere. I remember holding my breath a little, thinking that if she didn’t share my tastes, here’s where I find out.

Alex moaned, long and low, and came hard.

Keep in mind, this was our first time together, not too many hours after our first kiss. For all I knew, she might have done all of this before, but I had no idea where her boundaries were. Still, I believe when life hands you a moment like this, you should you grab it. I decided to keep going until she showed some sign of hesitation.

She’d been wearing this huge silk scarf, now fallen on the floor next to the bed. While she was finishing her orgasm, I snagged it and quickly tied her wrists together, crossed diagonally behind her. Alex is one of those women who has strings of orgasms, one leading right into the next, and that’s exactly what happened for the next few minutes.

Tied now and lost in her orgasms, she wasn’t really in much control. The way she moved her body was pretty much up to me. I put my hands behind her head, fingers tangled up in her curly hair, and kissed her. I could feel the tension in her shoulders with her arms tied back. Her huge tits were dragging up and down my chest as I rocked her body up and down mine, bottoming out my cock deep inside her with each thrust.

She started to come again, but this time was different. Early in her orgasm, I started rubbing her ass with both hands, and as she started to peak, I spanked her once, hard. Alex went crazy, moaning into my mouth as we kissed, trying to pull my cock deeper inside as she moved. I spanked her again and again, more gently (but thoroughly), until she came off the peak of her previous orgasm.

As she started winding up for the next one, I whispered into her ear that for the rest of the evening she needed to ask permission before she could come, or risk some unspecified punishment. She responded by starting to beg wildly, gasping out the words “Please, please, let me come!” between moans and deep, hot breaths. So much for hesitation.

At this point, I’d like to introduce a theory of mine. My theory is this: your body deliberately limits the strength of your orgasm to keep you from straining a muscle or otherwise damaging yourself. I believe that if you’re restrained, something happens in your brain to remove that limit, allowing you a more powerful and overwhelming orgasm. Combine that with the out-of-control, no-limits sense of submitting yourself to someone else and you’re into yet another whole new level of orgasm.

That’s where Alex found herself that night. We fucked like that for another hour, Alex coming continuously. Eventually, I started to worry about her shoulder muscles, and so I finally let myself go, filled her with cum and rolled her onto her back. She lay there in the near-dark, covered in sweat, flushed, her hair a ruin, her blue eyes shining with a happy-crazy gleam, hands still bound behind her.

Not even the first time we fucked was I ever in a rush to untie Alex. I rolled her onto her stomach and ran my hands over her (pink!) ass, lingering between her thighs, watching her spasm as I brushed her swollen pussy. I think that’s the moment when I realized that I could be sexual with just one woman for the rest of my life. After a few moments drinking her in, I turned her loose. She lay there, spent, and promptly passed out while I rubbed her back.

It’s been almost twenty years now, but the passion of that first night always comes back to me in a rush; the spontaneity, the improvised sex toys, the willingness to abandon yourself to something totally new. These are what keep marriage hot. Let yourself be crazy for each other! Trust me, it’s so worth it.

I bought some sexy jewelry and stockings today with Jack, it was spontaneous as we were actually at the store for unrelated stuff. I happened upon some adorable hair ties with star jewels. They make for very cute, attention-getting pig tails. There was also a stretchy, sequined headband that immediately made me think “choker.” I held it up to my neck and turned to Jack. He got that little smile that said he was pleasantly surprised. After that store, I mentioned a desire to get some cuffs for my wrists. We were on our way to the grocery store. He quickly turned the car around and headed for the mall. We found tight, sparkling cuffs for my wrists, pearl bracelets that interlock intriguingly and could easily become anklets, very attractive earrings, a pearl and silver chain that is long enough to use anywhere and a very sexy choker. The stockings included the standard black fishnet and black, white or sheer sparkly thigh-highs with lace tops. He had an afternoon of erections as I tried things on for him and asked him for his input.

Later, Jack read a bunch of my writing and stroked my leg. We were on the couch, a bit tangled. Stripes was on the TV. “Chicks dig me…” I was hoping Jack would have some posts to add. Instead, he closed the laptop and put it away.

He turned to me and looked me over, intently, from across the room. I had discovered that my pig-tail holders made a very cute anklet, I was wearing the cute earrings he picked out and I was trying out the new sparkly wrist cuffs. My awesome bra had my breasts up at attention, my head was all messy blonde curls. Half laying there in the corner, in a pair of short shorts and a silky v-neck T, I suddenly felt very self-conscious under his gaze. A bit like prey. He made a deep growly noise and an exhale, nnnnnn. He walked over, climbed on top of me and kissed me very hard, forcing my legs apart with his body. He slid down, kissing along the way to land between my legs, he grabbed my thighs and easily pulled me down the sofa a little. My shorts were discarded. He then went past my pussy and kissed my leg, my ankle, and the very inside of my thigh, right next to my lips. I was shuddering with desire. He pulled aside the fabric of my soft, lacy, very sheer pink panties and began to kiss, then lick, then eat my pussy with enthusiasm. He teased my clit, he sucked a little and stopped, he ran his tongue around and then when I just couldn’t take the teasing, he would bury his face in and eat. My mind was instantly gone, as was any self-conscious thoughts. Soon the panties were in the way. He threw off his own pants, pulled me up his thigh and half standing he thrust his enormous erection inside of me. I was being pushed into the corner of the sofa, my hands flung backwards, holding on to the arm with my breasts up near my chin. He pounded me with a look that said he meant serious business. He let out a deep, primal growl that made my heart skip a beat. I just wanted more, deeper harder. Pretty soon my legs were in the air, as far apart as the sofa allowed, hands holding my ankles so that I could take him even deeper inside. We came so hard that I saw stars for a minute. I was completely filled with his cum and completely happy.

Jack looked down at me, looking no less predatory, and said “Now, I can concentrate.”

I really like to be “taken.”

More later.

We have been doing some fantasizing out loud with each other. Invariably it leads to the notion of adding more “temporary partners.” I asked Jack in detail while he was fucking me of how he would want me to work on another woman for him. Hard kisses? Soft kisses? (hard!) Where should I kiss and be kissed? (mouth, neck, breasts, stomach, thigh, pussy) Should I be participating when he is having a go at fucking her himself? (oh yes, please) I think the consensus was no matter what, more enthusiastic involvement, kissing, sucking, licking, fingering and cooperating overall would be the most fun. I wonder what pussy tastes like? I’ll bet it tastes good with his cum in it, too.

I had fun sucking Jack’s cock the other day while he watched a strip-tease video on u-tube on my iPhone. I picked the video out for him. It was obviously a girl that knows how to do the tease. She happened to have a very nice ass that tantalizingly framed her tight underwear-clad pussy when she bent over (if somewhat disappointing tits). Geez, I wanted to take off her underwear. It makes me very turned on to know that I put this video in his head and he can get a hard on thinking about it. He can go back and look at it again and get off. I’ll be happy to suck him again if he wants to repeat the entire experience. I am in no way jealous that this girl gave him a thrill. I am thrilled, too.

Adding people to the bed is not something that we are planning (ever? yet?) and I know it is a move that involves a lot of risk. I don’t want to tank the relationship. I don’t want to introduce our life to someone untrustworthy or overly needy that cannot respect the boundaries of our relationship. I cannot risk our sex life interfering with the innocent and normal development of our kids. Let’s face it, even grown up, outside of their very existence, the kids never need to have any tangible evidence of our sex life. I definitely do not want to risk an STD or another lifelong illness. I have been careful and lucky enough to have not contracted so much as strep B from previous partners. I really do not want emotional entanglements that interfere with sex, our marriage, work, our platonic friends, health or our family. I don’t want to be ripped off.

I also thought hard about the sense of heterosexuality. I am securely hetero. I think what that means is that I want to pair bond and reproduce with my husband. I think a penis attached to someone masculine is very integral to my overall satisfaction. Casual sex? I think it can probably cross gender boundaries and not really affect your pair bond inclination. I believe that other than those people that “bat for the other team” after molestation and assault, sexual preference is an artifact of DNA, ingrained at birth. Do I get turned on looking at a woman? No, not really. I find I can evaluate her attributes rather clinically. Clearly if she is naked and behaving sexually I think of sex. I think of having the same experience she is having. What about having sexual contact with a woman? Would that be satisfying? Being a woman-on-woman virgin, I would have to say I think so, but mostly if Jack was there to participate and be turned on by it. Sexual contact is inherently pleasurable. Having someone explore and touch you, lick you, kiss you, suck you is pretty much always a good time. I think that for real pleasure, I want Jack to be watching. I want him to be absolutely, totally, crazy excited. I want him to have trouble deciding what to suck, grab or fuck next. I want him to be exhausted and satisfied to his very soul with two of us resting on his spent form. Maybe we’ll continue playing with each other, quietly fingering, kissing and caressing while he sleeps. After he sleeps for a while, maybe we’ll wake him up with two eager mouths exploring his cock. That excites me.

Emotional issues are a whole other consideration. What does happen to you when you do see your sig other boning a hot chick and they’re having a screaming good time? Is it as hot and sexy as it sounds or is it alarming? I imagine wanting to finally talk to someone else about how great he is. Akin to the thrill of writing about it and sharing it with you. I think that being in the same bed and participating makes this a very different experience from say walking in on them in full swing or wondering where he is on a Friday night. What happens to him if he sees you writhing with pleasure under some other woman or dude? I am betting there is a big difference for him if it is a woman.

I am not so insecure that I think that I will be suddenly found lacking in bed if Jack has other experiences. He has had other experiences and has chosen to stay here for two decades. I know how to fuck and I know how to make a man come, repeatedly. Are there other ways, other sensations other than mine that will make him come? Of course there are. Will he thoroughly enjoy a new pussy, ass, mouth, tits? Yes he will and he will think/dream about them fondly. Does Jack like to look at other women? Uh huh. Will she do it differently from me? Most certainly. None of this is concerning to me. I am sure I would bring up the events to add excitement to the times where we are alone and fantasizing. Am I missing something?

He has also expressed a fantasy of a party in which I am served up as a blindfolded and bound hors d’oeuvre for anyone that enters a particular room. I think if I could feel that there is some safety — personal and in our relationship, the notion of being fucked repeatedly by a lot of anonymous cock would be fun. I like cock and can generally go for hours. Having the cock disengaged with any other relationship to the strange man is appealing. Vibrators may feel nice, but there is nothing like a hot, throbbing cock to fill a pussy right. I also like the sensation of balls hitting me as the cock is being forced inside of me. Jack would of course get to start me and finish me off and enjoy what would be a very wet and swollen pussy.

I think that whatever we end up doing over the course of our sex lives, it will probably all be good if we stick together and experience it together. Right now, it is very, very fun to fantasize.

More later.