0 comments/ 36710 views/ 1 favorites Fun with the Missus By: reteps "Get undressed," I tell her. She does as she's told, stripping with an economy of movement as she has done many times before. She is a tall, wide-hipped, big-breasted woman, carrying a couple of extra pounds, not beautiful but good-looking nonetheless. Once she is naked, she sits on the edge of the bed and extends her hands to me without having to be asked. I slip the elasticated wrist-bands onto her wrists to protect them from the cord that I then tie around them. She crosses her arms behind her back and I pass the ends of the cord around her torso, tying them firmly in a bow in front of her, pulling her wrists towards the front of her body, the cord digging deep into the flesh of her torso. "Head up!" is my next order. She immediately complies. I take several photographs of her, instructing her to stand and to open her legs, to turn in profile to each side. She does as she is bid, impassively but promptly. She knows that obedience is of importance to us both. Finally, I instruct her to sit again. I produce the sponge-rubber ball and she opens her mouth, again without being asked. My left hand goes behind her to support her head and neck as with my right hand, I compress the ball and force it into her mouth until it is behind her teeth. The ball is the size of a tennis-ball and quite firm, it is hard to compress, and once in her mouth it expands again making it very hard for her to make any sort of sound. Now I wind the three-inch crepe bandage around her, starting behind her neck and coming forward to hold the ball in place, then around her neck again to anchor the bandage, then over the ball, and again. I then bring the bandage up above her nose to cover her eyes and then around behind her head, and around again. I wind the bandage around her head until the end of it is secured with a safety pin. Nothing of her head can be seen above her neck except for her nose and the hair on top of her head. I take two or three more photos. She knows what to do and lies back on the bed, swinging her legs around and shuffling her body until she lies along the bed instead of across it. She spreads her legs, bending her knees. Her shaved pubis is exposed to me for me to do whatever I want with it. I cup her bare flesh with my hand, feeling her tremble with both desire and trepidation. I slip my middle finger into the folds of her vagina -- she is quite wet inside. I find the spreader bar and tie it to her knees, under them, so that she cannot close her legs even if she wants to. Her trembling increases slightly. She knows that I can do anything at all to her and that she can't prevent it. I snap away with my camera. I set up the video camera on a tripod to record a good view of her pelvic region, then I start my evening's entertainment by anointing her labia with lubricant jelly. I slide a small beer bottle inside her vagina, just to "warm her up". This is the little stubby 25cl bottle, so not too big, and I insert it neck end first. It is fairly easy to do. She has had a lot of practice, after all. The bottle slides inside her until it vanishes completely and her labia close around the base. She doesn't make a sound. "Push it out," I tell her, and obediently she makes the bottle emerge from her vagina until it drops into my waiting hand. I reinsert it, and get her to push it out again. We play this game for a few minutes, and I take more pictures. She knows I am videoing her, and does her best to play for the camera despite being tied almost immobile. When I sense that she is loosened up a little, I turn the bottle so that the base enters her first. This is nearly as easy as before and again, she is completely silent. After a few more minutes of play, I select a larger bottle, 33cl, and again I use the neck end first. This is that little bit larger, and it doesn't quite fit entirely inside her vagina. I have to push quite firmly to make it go right inside so that her labia close over the base. She grunts and groans a little at this but is soon quiet again, her vagina stretching easily to accommodate the new toy. After about a dozen insertions and expulsions, she is taking the bottle without any extra effort required. I swap ends of the bottle and insert the base into her. It is easy enough, she is stretched and loosened well by now. Her labia and clitoris are starting to appear reddened and slightly swollen and I think she is becoming aroused in spite of the discomfort she must feel from her bonds. I take a few more stills as I play with her vagina. She is performing well and I am pleased with her efforts and attitude. I tell her how beautiful her body looks and run my left hand across her shaved mons, caressing her clitoris with my thumb as I gently pump the bottle in and out of her. She moans and squirms, trying to rub herself against my thumb, but I move my hand away. She has yet to earn her orgasm. By now, she is thoroughly aroused and I decide to change to the next size of bottle up, the 50cl size. As usual, I start with the neck end. There is a little resistance now, as this is harder for her to take, but of course she stretches without any problem. It is obviously uncomfortable for her, as she groans audibly, but I ignore her noise -- she will get used to it. Over the next five minutes or so, she does indeed get used to it. I have no trouble making the entire bottle enter her by now and her groans have changed to moans of arousal and her hips pump against the bottle as it is thrust into her. I change to the blunt end, which is a little difficult for her, but I persevere and soon the base is inside her. I take a few more photos while I push the bottle into her time and time again. She's as ready as she'll ever be now, so I decide to use the milk bottle. At 57cl, it isn't much more in volume than the one she is already coping with, but it is shorter and quite a bit wider. I have to push hard to get it inside her vagina, and it quite obviously hurts to judge by her groans and one or two squeals. It does go in, however, and once in, it moves in and out of her easily enough. She is stretched to her present limits by it and groans every time I push it against her cervix. Her labia bulge around the bottle, distending beautifully as the bottle leaves her vagina again. I run two fingers around the stretched ring of her flesh, glorying in the feel of her and in the knowledge that I can do everything I want with her. Over the next fifteen minutes, I concentrate on stretching her deeper and deeper, until I can get her labia to start closing around the base of the bottle. They don't close completely but leave a narrow ellipse of glass visible, like curtains closing across a stage. They close enough to stop her being able to push the bottle out, though. She will need my help if she wants it removed. I continue to take pictures, and the video camera continues to run. I feel that she has earned her orgasm by now, so I ask her if she'd like to come? She nods her agreement, so I start to massage her clitoris with my left thumb, bearing down quite hard. Over the years I have discovered that she likes it rougher rather than gentler, and the stretching has desensitised her too, so I rub hard, nearly mashing her clitoris against the glass. She starts to moan and her hips begin to buck, and within a minute she is convulsing in the grip of a powerful orgasm. I allow her to recover for a couple of minutes before instructing her to push the bottle out. She tries her best but can't force the base past her labia which have partially closed around it. I watch her efforts for a few minutes, enjoying the way her vulva bulges outwards but never quite manages to part enough, and of course I take more pictures. Eventually I help her and with two fingers of each hand, spread her labia apart to allow the base of the bottle through. Once this is done, she has no difficulty in smoothly pushing the bottle out of her vagina for me to catch. Of course, after this, her vulva is gaping open in invitation of something more. I spread fresh lubricant onto her waiting flesh, then over the knuckles of my right hand, purse my fingers into a "beak" and slowly insert my hand into her vagina. It is easier to do than the milk bottle was, as my hand is a better shape and a good deal more resilient than a glass bottle. My hand enters her all the way to the bracelets of my wrist, without any difficulty or drama. She is quite sensitive after her orgasm, and moans gently. Once fully inside her, I rest without moving for a couple of minutes to allow her to get used to it a little. I take more shots. I start to feel little spasms and flutterings from her vaginal muscles, so I decide she is probably ready for some action. I gently start to piston my hand in and out of her vagina, rotating and pushing, twisting and pulling. She seems to like this, as she bucks her hips and forces herself onto my fist as I push into her. I slowly increase the speed and depth of my thrusting and she rises to match me. Within two or three minutes she is shaking and spasming from another orgasm, her vagina gripping me tightly and relaxing, gripping and relaxing, as she comes forcefully. I don't dare take my hand out of her, despite the pain in my knuckles, as her grip is so tight I worry that I might tear her. It would be a real nuisance to have to wait weeks for her to heal. She finally starts to relax and I risk pulling my hand from her vagina. I leave my fist clenched for this, stretching her out close to her limit. My hand slides free but her vagina doesn't close up much with a large hole remaining. I love to see her this way, swollen, stretched and open. I reinsert my clenched fist, then remove it, and repeat perhaps a dozen times. She is now so loose that this is almost effortless. I am by now extremely excited and my erection is painful in my pants. I strip quickly to my skin, then remove the spreader bar from her knees. I grab a pillow and place it under her buttocks, and she hoists her pelvis into the air to help me achieve this. She spreads her legs for me and I lie down on top of her, guiding my penis into her waiting hole. She is beautifully loose, and I have no trouble penetrating her to the bottom. I can feel her cervix rubbing against my glans. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me even deeper into her. I grasp her full left breast with my right hand, squeezing it harshly, digging my fingers into her. Within seconds, we are both rocked by orgasms to remember... Fun with the Missus It was the end of another long day. Ten hours at work, six hours at home, all non-stop -- dealing with churlish contactors at the former and irrepressible offspring at the other. Children bedded, dishes done, dogs walked, sweat showered away... collapse in bed, brain still zinging, waiting to finally wind down and grab maybe five hours of sleep before repeating the whole process. And then the missus comes to bed. It's immediately apparent she's in a playful mood, judging by the way she throws herself upon me. She seems to think that annoying me is the same as foreplay -- she pokes, prods and tickles me as I fail to respond, lying helpless beneath her and ruefully calculating the minutes and hours before my alarm will be going off. It becomes clear: the quickest way to find sleep, is to shag her silly. I throw her off me and she lands on the other side of the bed with a whoop of surprise. I roll over quickly before she can regather her attack, straddling her leg and pinning her arms down; my leg rises to meet her crotch, gently connecting with her nether regions and grinding into her, slowly but meaningfully, in the way I know she loves. She struggles shortly to free her pinned arms, but my ministrations with my leg quickly soothe the savage beast and she relents, yielding to my will. I descend for the kiss, seeking out the warmth of her mouth. My tongue finds entry and she responds in kind, hers lashing mine hungrily, greedily -- another indication that she's up for it. My cock moves within my shorts, swelling and slithering in serpentine anticipation. Our kisses are always hot, especially our kisses in bed. I continued to nudge her nether regions with my leg even as my hands wandered: one sweeping across her face and into her hair, the other trailing up her arm and landing casually upon a generously-sized breast. Her chest rises at my contact as her arousal gathers and grows. We continue thusly, kissing and caressing, my leg working between her spread legs -- I can feel her clit through her own shorts, gorging and growing, a hard nubbin pressing into my leg nestled within the soft and hot flesh of her inner depths. Our breathing grows harder, more ragged -- we know where we're going, it's been a while and is greatly anticipated by us both. Our clothes are a mutual hindrance and without a word, we break contact to rid ourselves of them. Shirts and shorts are flung aside and we rejoin each other naked, skin against skin, her breasts pillowing into my chest, my cock pressing into her leg and making itself known, hard and twitching. She guides my hand to where it pleases her best, down low and deep -- I slip a digit deep inside her, finding her hot and wet and most pliant. She has always had the softest, most wondrous-feeling pussy I have ever known (part of the reason I married her) -- even my slim finger finds her confines a tight fit, and as I trace a path in and out of her, she moans her encouragement. My kisses are wandering now, down her neck, along her shoulder, pausing shortly to circle my tongue fleetingly around her nipple and then jumping back up to nibble on her ear -- this last I know to drive her absolutely wild, so I do it sparingly. All the while I keep finger-fucking her, my long middle digit plunging as deep as I can go as she spreads her legs willingly and wantonly to me, giving me an excellent view of her soft, puckering folds -- the most beautiful thing in the world, a lady's cunt, and hers ranks among the best I've seen. She asks me how she feels -- "so hot... so tight... I love it bub, I love how you feel" I tell her. She moans and groans to hear it, and her hand falls to my cock -- large and long, curving slightly as it points skywards and threatens to skewer my stomach. She tells me how hard I am, how big I am, how she loves my cock, my beautiful cock: "it's hard for you" I whisper to her, "it's hard for you." She bites her lip with exquisite pleasure as she joins me in her gratification, landing her fingers to delicately tease her own clit. I groan with my own heavy arousal -- I love to watch her touch herself and she knows it, she used to be shy about such things but with recent encouragement she's doing it more and more for me. I reward her with my encouragement: "mmm yes bub, I love it when you touch yourself, feel my cock grow for you bub, feel it grow..." and she loves to hear it, working herself harder as my finger-fucking steps up in intensity. I love to watch the missus come. It is a beautiful thing, every time: her orgasms approach slow and bright, like a freight train from afar on a clear sunshiny day. She isn't shy in voicing her pleasure, her moans and groans growing into shouts and cries: there's no doubting the legitimacy of her pleasure, there isn't a trace of fakery in her vocals and never has there been. We bring her there together, as I slip into the rhythm I know she loves in working her G-spot, pushing back against the wet softness of her pussy and the gentle contractions of her involuntary orgasmic pulses -- she gets there and she stays there, she keeps singing for me as we keep on working, she keeps on coming and coming as neither of us give her any form of reprieve. Eventually, and without a word, we both decide the neighbours have heard enough and we wind her down, our efforts slow and her cries subside with her pleasure. I fall upon her, locked in a passionate embrace: her tongue searches out mine in reward and thanks, and we share in her ecstasy and elation as she winds down from another incredible high. But we're not done yet: it's my turn. My cock has found her pussy as though it were a hot-wetness-seeking missile; I barely pause at all as the bulging, rimmed purple head of my cock spreads her aside and slips inside her, an action at once slick and effortless due to her marvelous gushing moisture yet made hard by the resistance of her tightness. Her eyes widen with surprise -- no matter how many times we do this, the contrast of my girth and her narrowness always catches her unawares. For me it's at once a blessing and a curse: she feels amazing, soft and silken, wet and almost burning with heat and intensity; every part of my cock is grasped and grappled tightly by her conforming pussy, and it is always a huge effort to avoid coming on the spot. I struggle to hold mind over matter. As I slip up and down, in and out of her ever so slowly, ever so slightly, every newly-contacted part of her pussy rushes to grasp and caress the veins and contours of my cock; every time I inch forward or back, her cunt squeezed hotly at the head of my cock and threatened to push me immediately into orgasm. Deep in the dim and distant past I remember girls with relatively slackened pussies, big old canyons where I almost had to search to find something to rub against -- here, inside my wife, overwhelming pleasure was utterly unavoidable. It felt amazing for her too, and frankly that didn't help me. It was always very short work for me to bring her back to the brink using only my cock -- her G-spot must envelope the entirety of her pussy, barely a handful of thrusts were required to push her back over the edge. Credit the odd sweeping shape of my cock, if you will -- it pushes hard against the rear wall of her cunt, exactly where I know her spot to be, and as I slip forwards and back it sweeps against her like a saw. I say her intense pleasure doesn't help me, because seeing her come is an enormous turn-on for me. As I thrust into her, again and again, with her yodeling pleasure ringing loudly in my ears, her face a picture of beauty and abandonment right before me, I know the end is nigh: that unmistakable sensation of pleasure stampeding up my cock signals that the torrent has commenced, and I can only signal as much by grunting with desperate urgency and upping the tempo, ramming and pounding my engorged rod into her and pushing her past a new brink of ecstasy into mindless abandoned depravity as she comes anew and I come, my hot load shooting with unstoppable finality deep inside her, my cock pulsing and convulsing in time with my shots as I fire load after load after load of hot wadded come deep inside my beautiful wife. I keep on thrusting for as long as I can bear, every new plunge of my rock-hard cock bringing a litany of overwhelming pleasure -- I can stand no more and I collapse, empty and depleted, even as the missus shouts one last time and yields to her own exhaustion. We stay there only shortly -- for whatever reason my missus never lets me linger in her depths; it may be involuntary on her part, as her tight little pussy constricts and constricts, more or less evicting my cock like a rogue trespasser. I fall off her and retreat to my own half of the bed; we lie next to each other for perhaps thirty seconds of blissful afterglow, as I reflect that our regular once-in-a-month routine probably serves to heighten our mutual intensity ever more. Thinking on that end, a grin sprouts on my face, and I prepare a barb for her: "Well, that was about a month's worth," I reckoned. "See you again in thirty days?" She slaps at me, as she always does when I pull the smartarse routine. I chuckle, roll over... and more or less went straight to sleep. Well, can you really blame me?