Marissa, and I “met” on Lush; and after some playful late night messaging over some of my stories, moved our on-line relationship off Lush and into e-mails and phone calls, followed by "real life". It was a little rocky for a while as she had some trust issues for very legitimate purposes. It took a while, and a lot of patience on my part, but we finally got together, and it just clicked. Eventually we moved in together.
Because we started on Lush, masturbation has always been a mainstay of our relationship. It was the first “sex” we ever had; I recorded an audio file of a masturbation session just for Marissa and e-mailed it to her. While I had masturbated in front of partners before, this was the first time I had ever jacked off specifically for a partner’s pleasure and not my own; not that it wasn’t pleasurable for me. I can still vividly remember that cum.
Now we frequently self-pleasure for each other, with each other, and in front of each other. Yet, for all of the openness in our sexual relationship, Marissa has never used her vibrator to get off if there was even the slightest possibility that I would hear or see her; even though I know she uses it when I’m not around, and she knows that I know. I assumed that it was a part of her sexuality that she wanted to keep from me, that last bit that she couldn’t trust to reveal about herself to me. So it was of no small significance when I came home early from work one day and caught her in the act.
I knew that she had been up all night working a double shift, so I was very careful to not make any noise as I entered the house. I gently laid my briefcase on the table in the foyer, and slipped out of my shoes before getting off the rug and crossing the hardwood floors as I crept up the stairs to the bedroom to look in and see how she was doing. As I got close, I could see that the door was ajar, and I heard two sounds coming from the room.
The first was immediately familiar; it was my love moaning in sexual release. The other was unfamiliar at first, but as I stopped and listened carefully, I realized that it was the soft buzzing of her vibe. Now I knew that if I made any noise, she’d stop immediately. And while part of me didn’t want to interrupt her while she was obviously having a good time, I can’t deny that there was also part of me that was getting aroused listening to her getting off in a way that I had never heard or seen her do before. And that part was getting harder by the second.
I was about to seriously consider taking matters into my own hands, as it were, when I heard Marissa get out of bed. I rushed back downstairs to the living room and quickly sat down, but I wasn’t sure that she had not heard me. She came down wearing a robe, and while she acted surprised to see me, there was something in her manner that made her appear unsettled.
Our evening was uneventful for a Friday; I passed it off as the results of a hard week for the both of us. We went out for wings and a few beers, but not late. We came directly home, where she read as I worked a cross-word puzzle. We retired early, and while there was cuddling, that’s as far as it went. Like I said, it had been a hard week.
I woke up that Saturday morning at about five am due to an insistent pressure in my bladder, then crawled back into bed and fell back asleep. I’m not sure how long I slept after that, but when I finally woke I noticed two things. One, Marissa was not in bed with me; and, two, I could not move. I was tied spread-eagle to the bed, naked, by four of my silk neckties. Now, naked wasn’t unusual; we both slept that way most of the time. But being tied up was a first. “Hey, um, darling,” I said kind of loudly, “is there something that I should know?”
My red-haired temptress came floating into the room. “Why, whatever do you mean?” she giggled as she dropped her bathrobe to the floor. My eyes took in her freshly showered nudity, and the physiological effect was almost immediate. She walked over and sat on the bed. Then, taking my growing hardness into her hand, said in that same giggly voice, “Well, it’s a good thing you’re tied down. This is a rather aggressive penis you have here.”
Marissa walked over to her night stand, opened the drawer, and took out her vibrator and turned it on. “Tell me,” she said, “did he get this hard yesterday while you listened to me and my little friend playing?” I had been caught! I blushed, and nodded my head. “Would you like to hear some more?” she asked, her voice suddenly lowering to that slightly huskier and sexier tone she gets when she is on a sexual quest. By now, my cock was as hard as it could get, and twitched. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Straddling my chest on her knees as she faced me, she leaned back so that her pussy was in clear view but totally inaccessible. I could see that she was already becoming aroused. She began to slowly run her finger up and down her outer labia, then through the soft auburn hairs covering her mons. The nipples on her perky breasts were hard, and I could detect the growing scent of her desire. I groaned.
“You know how I love playing with myself for you,” she whispered. “It gets me so hot. Look, I’m getting wet already,” she went on, as she used her fingers to spread her lips, revealing the moist treasure they protected. “Oh, and look, my little man is waking up,” she said, as she pulled the hood back from her swelling clit. “I guess he’s here to join the fun, too.” Using just her fingernail, she flicked the nub, sending shudders through her own body.
With one hand giving her nipples a firm going over, she continued to play with her pussy with the other; alternating between the entrance to her vagina and her now fully engorged love button. Her pussy was getting so wet that her juices began to drip onto my chest. Her breathing became ragged. Little yelps came from her throat. I’d seen her masturbate enough to know that she was on the verge of an orgasm when she suddenly stopped.
Sliding off the bed, she went back to the nightstand and came back with a sleeping mask that she used when she needed to sleep during the day after an all-night shift at the hospital. She saw the quizzical look on my face as she climbed back over me. “I asked if you wanted to hear some more, not watch,” she said, smiling.
She lifted my head and fitted the mask over my eyes. I guess that she was satisfied that I could not see, because after feeling her shift around a bit, I heard the whir of her vibrator come on again. There was more shifting, and I sensed that her pussy was right over my face. I flicked my tongue to see just how close. She tapped me gently on the head. “There’ll be none of that, mister,” she admonished.
The buzzing sound from her toy grew louder as she brought it to her pelvis; then became slightly muffled as she must have brought it in contact with her pussy. “Oh, yeah, that’s so good,” she sighed. From the change in pitch and volume, I could tell that she was running it the length of her slit. I could feel her shifting her hips as she pleasured herself, while the viscous liquid of her arousal flowed freely out, dripping onto my face. There was another change in pitch; not only from her toy but from her mouth as she started a combined whimpering/groaning mantra while she apparently applied the tip directly to her clit and came.
“God that felt good! That was one of the juiciest cums I’ve ever had,” she cooed, as she turned off the buzzing machine. “I’m so wet. And so hot. And still so horny…” She shifted a little again, and I could hear a sluicing sound just above my face. “Oh yeah, ooh, god that’s good. You know what I’m doing, Britt? I’m fucking myself with my toy. I’m making it go in and out, just like your cock does. Can you hear it?” I listened closely, and heard a moist, sliding sound; and I told her so. “Doesn’t that sound hot? My pussy’s all squishy and wet. It’s sliding in and out so easily.”
She kept it up for a while, and I was going crazy having to listen to something other than my dick invade her depths, giving her that kind of pleasure. Finally, I felt her grab the headboard for support as she sped up the thrusting of her hips. In my mind’s eye I could see her speed up the pumping motion of her pseudo-phallus; confirmed by her grunts and groans and the obvious liquid sounds of the rapid, repeated penetration. This time her orgasm was accompanied by an actual shriek as she collapsed against my face, finally giving me oral access to her now soaked quim. I immediately took advantage as my tongue leapt out from between my lips; earning me another rap on the head.
“If you wanted a taste, all you had to do was ask, dear. Do you want a taste? Do you want to taste how hot my pussy is?”
“Yes, baby. Please.”
I heard her sigh, then say, “Open up, sweetie.” I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue in anticipation of her laying her wet pussy on my mouth; but instead felt and tasted some disappointment as she slid the vibrator, slick with her cum, into my mouth. “That’s how your cock tastes after you fuck me. Well, not exactly. Mmmm…”
Once again she left our bed. When she returned, I heard the snapping sound of what sounded like a flip-top cap, followed by the feeling of my special warming lube being drizzled on my erect penis. She began slowly spreading the lube with her fingertip; first the head, then the ridge and frenulum, then the shaft. She added more lube until my cock was just as juicy as her pussy had been, and began stroking it slowly.
“Do you hear that squishy sound? That’s what your audio file sounded like, that first one you sent me. God that was hot. You should see what your cock looks like right now; all dark and throbbing. You should feel how slick it feels, how hard, how hot.” She continued her slow pumping, describing to me in detail how good it felt to have my dick sliding in and out of her hand, how the pre-cum was dribbling out in increasing amounts, how my glans appeared to be flaring for her.
“Do you need to cum, babe? Do you want to cum for me?”
“Oh yes; oh yes!” I began thrusting my hips to the beat of her beating me off; struggling mightily against my bonds.
She sped up her strokes, really fisting my knob now. “Cum for me, Britt! Cum for me!’
Straining against the strength of the silk ties, I screamed as I shot rope after rope of white-hot ejaculate all over my chest. The feeling was exquisite; my heart was pumping so hard I could hear it, my body felt like it was one big spasm, my toes curled, and my balls literally ached from the force of my orgasm. I was drenched in sweat and cum.
“Oh my! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this, Britt. Wow! Maybe I need to tie you up more often.”
I still couldn’t see, but over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears, I could hear that Marissa had again turned on the vibrator, giving herself another quick, juicy orgasm in record time. She then turned it off, and I could feel her dabbing at the cum on my chest as she hummed to herself.
“Open up, again, babe,” she said softly, as she pulled the blindfold off. I did, and once again she put her toy into my mouth; only this time it wasn’t just coated in her cum, it was also coated in mine. “Now, that’s what your cock tastes like after you fill my pussy with your seed. Do you like it?”
I’ve always loved her taste; more than anything, actually. I had to admit that I liked the combination of our liquids, as well. “But, I’m not keen on the plastic.”
“Well,” she said, as she softly caressed my member, “fortunately I can always taste the real one.”
She lay beside me, kissing my cheek as she ran her fingers over my chest. “Sweetie,”’ she began, softly and seriously, “when you heard me playing yesterday, why didn’t you join me? Why did you sneak away?”
“Oh, Marissa, I didn’t mean to be sneaky. I know that you never use your toy around me, and I wanted to give you your privacy.”
She laughed that sexy, throaty laugh she has that makes my body tingle. “Do you know why I never use my toy when you’re around?”
“No.”
Again, softly, “I don’t need him when you’re around. If I want something buzzing my clit, I’ve got your wonderful tongue and lips. If I need to be penetrated, to have something pumping in and out of my pussy, I’ve got your very attentive cock and your talented fingers. Why would I need plastic for any of that?”
She kissed me, this time on the lips, and then untied me. I tried to hug her, and was surprised at how stiff I felt. “You just need a hot shower to loosen up with. Come to think of it, I need one again, too. Care to join me?” I don’t think we’ve ever been so clean.
