Michelle poses in front of the bedroom mirror, putting the final touches to her preparations while waiting for her man. Immaculate makeup and a subtle dab of fragrance. Gold hoops pierce her earlobes, a matching necklace around her elegant neck. A wide wedding band, on her finger, glossy nails - simply red, no nail bar gimmicks.
For all that she is gorgeous, Michelle sometimes lacks body confidence, emotionally unprepared for middle age. Hence the ensemble, a bustier emphasises an enviably slim waist and supports provocatively bared breasts. Tiny knickers bisect what her husband endearingly terms 'a delectable bum'. Michelle's short hair is artfully coloured and highlighted, and shoes, lingerie and stockings - must ensure the seams are straight - uniformly black. Her toned upper arms are covered by glittery top, open at the front and leaving nothing to the imagination. Each exposed nipple is pinched by a small clamp, linked to its counterpart with a slender chain - torment or ornament? - fixed wincingly in place only minutes before. Michelle's libido nags insistently, vivid fantasies running wild.
Their arrangement is simple: dress for the occasion and bring a single sex toy; hers being the nipple clamps, although, unknown to Paul, her husband, Michelle has broken this pact. She shivers with excitement at the thought of his discovering the transgression and what punishment might follow.
He enters the room behind her, reflected in the mirror, a handsome man, clad in a smartly cut suit and crisply knotted tie, rather like a 1950s film star. Think perhaps, as Michelle often does during sensual imaginings, of Cary Grant. Paul holds a riding crop, long a favourite toy of Michelle, a woman to whom submission in the bedroom - and only in the bedroom - is second nature. The nipple clamps however are a new addition to their erotic play, the idea entirely her own.
"Breathtaking," observes Paul, approvingly, entranced by her outfit. "Please step back and let me enjoy a longer look." Flattered by his praise, Michelle complies, twirling on the spot. "Marvellous," enthuses her husband, "there's no rush. I want us to appreciate this encounter fully. You’ve obviously gone to a lot of trouble to make it memorable."
"For both of us," she whispers seductively, able to sublimate her nervousness. Thus far, the moment of truth has arrived and with it an exciting element of jeopardy and real or imagined danger. Paul's good fortune is to enjoy a temptress, orchestrator, and ingenue, all in one. He draws a finger lightly over her jawline, tilts her face, and stares intently into Michelle's sparkling eyes. His kiss is lingering, her response instinctive, cupping his jaw with manicured hands, plunging her tongue between his lips. Paul's arms encircle her, one unmistakably male hand on the nape of Michelle's slender neck, the other on the small of her back.
"You're so beautiful, so incredibly sexy," he murmurs. "Bedroom, now," Paul continues in a no-nonsense tone, confident that where he leads, she will follow. Gently tugging the slender chain tethering her beautiful breasts he leads his wife across the room. With no option but to follow, Michelle endeavours not to stumble in her high heels, hips swaying enticingly, hands outstretched for balance. Bemused by this sudden pivot to dominance she nervously submits as Paul embraces her again, his rock-hard erection pressing hard against her lower torso.
"Judging by your outfit, I assume you'd like me to concentrate on your boobs?" A rhetorical question. Michelle looks at him expectantly and nods in affirmation.
"I think you know full well how I like to be treated," she murmurs.
Paul squeezes Michelle's bare breasts, brushing her engorged nipples. Gently pulls again at the chain, exerting pressure on the tender nubs. A pink flush creeps across Michelle's upper chest, the torment threatens to become unendurable. Observing her teeter on the brink of distress, Paul carefully removes the clips, the sharp pain quickly transmuting into an intense sexual craving.
He softly sucks each nipple in turn, flicking his tongue over the moist buds while Michelle, panting, fingers tangled in his hair, offers no resistance. Paul takes each engorged nipple between his forefingers and thumbs and rolls them back and forth, deep moans encouraging him further. Shocks Michelle by suddenly slapping her breasts, first right, then left. Boobs smarting, arousal surging, she's lost to any demand Paul makes. Michelle looks at her breasts, observing the red finger marks with wonder.
"Is this how you imagined today would go?" he enquires quietly.
"It’s what I hoped," she confirms.
"Do you do this when alone?" Paul enquires, erection stiffening at the thought.
"I like to fondle my tits and twist the nipples—they're so sensitive I get off very easily, especially if I dildo my kitty at the same time. Please don’t stop what you're doing! It's sublime! Suck my boobs and finger fuck my pussy, I need to come."
Paul's hand moves between her legs, rubbing her clit and forcing two fingers inside Michelle's love-juice-slippery slot; separates her labia and slowly pumps them in and out, driving her mad with desire, both completely immersed in the moment.
Paul crouches, tongue darting into her sticky quim, an indecently intimate invasion, and overcome with sensation, Michelle loses control; back arching, shaking and whimpering, she comes violently, her entire body shaking as Paul fingers her to orgasm.
"I'm not done with you yet," he warns Michelle, certain she'll let him take her in any way he chooses. "Fetch the crop and bring it to the bedroom." Her nod of assent is accompanied by a primal moan of lust that tells Paul all he needs to know. Looking down demurely, she presents the crop to him with outstretched hands, previously groomed appearance now deshabille and in Paul's opinion, even more desirable.
"On your hands and knees," orders Paul, manoeuvring Michelle towards the bed.
"Oh goody, doggy style," she enthusiastically adopts her favourite stance, head down and perfectly presented.
"I never fully appreciated just how submissive you are, be sure to push your naughty bottom up high for me." Michelle complies with alacrity, affording a glimpse of dewy pudenda. Skimpy lingerie and nylons frame her pert cheeks perfectly, peeking from between them is a jewelled butt plug.
"You're absolutely incorrigible," observes Paul, delighted by this innovation, "of course, there'll be consequences?"
"What kind?" Michelle enquires cautiously.
"Strict," replies her husband shortly. He eases a hand between her legs and Michelle greedily pushes her hot pussy back to accommodate this welcome intrusion. "Not so fast," he adds sternly, "penance before pleasure; you've been very naughty."
At a measured pace, Paul commences her correction. The crop lands with a resounding smack, causing her buttocks to jiggle enticingly. Michelle grits her teeth at the hurt, anxious to stay in position, not wishing any stroke to be repeated. Despite the ordeal, her hips rise to greet each fresh line of fire, gasping and wriggling, both cheeks now lividly marked.
"You like this, don't you?"
"Yes," that single, whispered word revealing her total trust in him.
Bottom burning, Michelle's body yearns for a gentler touch. Instead, Paul delivers the coup de grace. Employing the crop's flexible leather tip to ensure accuracy, he strikes the butt plug, eliciting a yell of surprise and unleashing a wave of endorphins through Michelle's trembling body.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," he growls, casting the crop aside.
Grasping Michelle's hips, Paul drives his manhood into her wet pussy, loving the way it tightens around his girth. With his full length driving her forward, Michelle's fingers clutch at the bed covers as Paul builds to a grand finale, moaning with desire.
"I want to come, need to orgasm." Michelle pleads, biting her lower lip and breathing raggedly, immersed in sweet torment as Paul's rampant cock stretches her velvet portal to the limit.
"Please..." she whimpers, desperate for release.
"Let it all go," he urges, equally aroused
"I want it all," she begs and immediately that wish is granted, warm spasms of jizz flood her vagina, and Michelle gratefully succumbs to a series of shuddering orgasms, each rolling into the next, again and again. They collapse exhausted onto the bed where Michelle lies in a daze, all passion wonderfully spent.
