0 comments/ 20315 views/ 3 favorites Afternoon Play By: Audiomicrowave I had special plans for my wife this afternoon, so I left work early to prepare. As soon as I got to the house, I prepared the bed. I pulled the sheet and comforter to the end of the bed, and piled a couple of pillows in the middle. I got our toy box out of the closet, and selected a few of my favorites...the long, soft ropes, my smallest butt plug, our flogger, and my wife's favorite vibrator. I also got the lube out and set everything on the bedside table. My wife called to let me know she was on the way home from work, and I suggested that she grab a bite to eat on the way home, but to hurry, as I had a surprise for her. About a half-hour later, I heard her pull into the garage. I met her at the door, doing the usual how-was-your-day-welcome-home-kiss routine. She asked about her surprise, and I told her she'd have to wait for a few minutes. I instructed her to go to the guest bathroom and get undressed. I also said that it would be a while until she would get another chance, so she should pee while she was at it. She looked at me with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She returned about five minutes later, completely nude. I blindfolded her and led her to the bedroom. I helped her onto our king-sized bed, but had her lay on her stomach across the pillows in the middle of the bed, her head on one side of the bed and her feet hanging off the other side. I took the ropes and put each of her hands through a loop, wrapping one rope around the headboard and one around the footboard. I had her get up on her knees, took the excess rope and tied the ends around her knees, keeping them pulled up toward her chest. As I looked at her beautiful ass sticking up in the air, I could see moisture already appearing on her smooth, shaved slit. Apparently she liked what I was doing so far. I began to give her a massage, starting with her shoulders and working down to her ass. She gave small moans of pleasure, and I knew that she was really enjoying the attention. Once I had her very relaxed, I took a small amount of lube and got her puckered asshole very slick, readying it for the butt plug. I applied more lube to the plug itself and slowly inserted it, causing a long, low moan to escape my wife's lips. She had never been into anal play, and this was the first time she ever had a plug inside her. However, the moaning and wiggling told me that she liked the new sensation. Next, I picked up the flogger and lightly began gunning the strands up and down her back, occasionally giving a soft swat. The effect of this was immediate, as my wife began to moan sensually and wiggled her cute little ass with every swat. I could see a huge smile on her face, so I picked up the intensity. I varied the speed, power, and location of the swats I gave with the flogger, and slowly red marks began to appear across her back, ass, and thighs. By this time, my wife's pleasurable moans had turned into full blown cries of pleasure with each smack of the flogger. Her pussy was now dripping with moisture, begging to be attended to. Who was I to deny more pleasure? I began to rub her wet mound with my palm, getting it very wet. I picked up my wife's vibrator, and used to moisture on my hand to prepare the vibe for insertion. As my wife's ass was still stuck in the air, it was easy to position the vibrator at her entrance. I slowly pushed the vibe into my wife's dripping pussy, eliciting another long, deep moan. I pumped the vibrator in and out of my wife several times before turning on the vibration, causing a scream of pleasure. At this point, I left the vibe buried in my wife, and retreated quietly, enjoying the sight on my wife, tied up and helpless, orgasm approaching. As I watched, I quietly removed my clothing. I could tell that she was getting close, as I could see her pussy clenching and unclenching the vibrator buried insider her, and decided that it was time for a good, old-fashioned fucking. I resumed pumping the vibrator in my wife's pussy with one hand as I untied her with the other. Soon she was free from her restraints and I rolled her over onto her back, withdrawing the vibrator. Her protests were quickly replaced with cries of pleasure as I buried my face between her legs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and basically giving her whole pussy a good tongue-lashing. It took barely thirty seconds before she let out a cry of release, and I was rewarded with a flood of her delicious cum. I quickly stood up and plunged my cock into her, fucking with wild abandon. I could feel the butt-plug inside of her, and this made her feel incredibly tight. A few too-short minutes later, I came with a roar and collapsed on top of my wife, both of our bodies twitching with post-orgasm bliss. After a few minutes, I turned my wife on her side, removed the butt-plug and then lay back down beside her. We pulled the covers up, and drifted off into sleep. Afternoon Play Pal I can see one of our afternoon meetings. You and I are "fuck buddies" as you call it, insatiable together. I arrive after your last class at your apartment. It's early September, warm with a little breeze. You greet me at the door in short cutoffs and a belly shirt; your hair pinned up and back. Our shared grins tell it all. I sweep you into my arms and kiss your smooth warm neck. You push me away playfully and run to your room, turning to beckon me with an evil grin and a waving finger. I slip my polo shirt off and doff my shoes with careless ease and stalk toward your room. I see you reclined on your queen-sized bed, the window open to the hillside next to your building. "Come here you little wench. I want you on your knees," I growl in our own sex talk. "Hurry up or you're gonna get a spanking, angel-slut!" You lick your lip, bite it and get off the bed. "No, crawl..." I command. You melt to all fours and I catch a glimpse of your bare breasts in your halter, nipples hard. You crawl slowly to me, as I slip off my slacks, standing at the doorway to your room in briefs. As you reach me and your hands clutches up my legs, I slip a pearl choker from my hand and fasten it around your neck. The three tied tight laces of pearls tell anyone that you're mine. You finger the pearls for a moment, smile and kiss over my thighs and bulge. I feel your teeth gnawing at my cock and balls inside my Calvin's. With a swift motion you hook the sides with your thumbs and slide it down over my bouncing erection and down my legs. I lean back on the doorframe as your small feminine hand curls around my hard shaft and I feel your soft butterfly kisses up over my tight balls and stiff cock. Your wet tongue is like fire on me as it slithers up the underside of my shaft. I groan and look down to see your pretty "innocent" eyes watch me as your soft wet lips close over my silky yet hard head. You hand slide behind me to toy and knead my ass cheeks as you bob slowly up and down my hard cock. I reach down to caress your soft cheeks, feeling my cock pressing outwards in them. You let it go with a wet pop and your hot breath bathes my balls. "That's a good little bitch, Erin. Get on the bed. I want you now..." You scamper up giving my cock a playful squeeze, squealing with naughty laughter as I slap your firm rounded butt. You tumble backwards onto the bed quickly followed by me. I pin you to the duvet and kiss you roughly, straddling you. With practiced ease, I yank your halter from you, spilling your pert breasts from the top. I grab your frame and feast on your ripe pink nipples. I feel you up-do the top button of your jean cutoffs and I push them down your hips. My fingers graze cloyingly over the soft synthetic fabric of your violet thong. My cock pressing over your shin and foot as we struggle and roll on the bed together. My lips trace lightly down your tummy and breasts, over your hips and thighs. The feather light trail of kisses causes you the shudder and moan in turn. My lips and teeth mouth and gnaw at your thong, sucking softly till I taste the faintness of your juices. I push the material aside and kiss your budding lips with a loving kiss. My tongue then splits your labia as I paint wet strokes up and down your soft hair and bare lower lips. My finger opens you and I explore and tastes every fold bump and hole you have to offer me. Your arching hips push your pussy hard against my mouth and I feast with unbridled lust on your flower. "Oh fuck me gaddammit! You always tease me so much!" "Beg for it..." I murmur into your wet pussy. My eyes enjoying the view up your body and your fiery eyes glowing between your breasts. I grab some lube from your bedside, dribbling it wetly over my anxious cock. Returning to your open legs I push my cock down and into your opening. I see you arch into me, your head thrown back, your mouth form an "Oh" of ecstasy and excitement. I push in deeper, the lubricant greasing our coupling with ease. We grind together, connected at the hilt. Your nails rake my triceps as you hump your hips with quick strokes. Eyes connected with total intensity. My hips flex again and again, pumping you with strong thrusts. Your moans melt to grunts as I pound into you. Your breasts bob in small circles as we buck together. My balls slapping into your ass with repeated brushings. I dominate over you, arms holding me up, hips bumping your thigh backs. You pull back your thighs to allow me deeper penetration, urging me with dirty sex talk to fuck you like a bitch in heat. I feel you body shake and the wave break as your orgasm overtakes you. I arch up with a hard grunt and I can hold no longer. Thick pulses of cum coarse into your tight wet snatch. "Cum in me deep! Oh yeah baby fuck me harder!" Your urgings are mixed with mine as I groan with my own orgasm. We slow... Short shallow strokes, finally melting our bodies into a shared embrace. We kiss again and again, still connected. Pulling the sheet over our naked bodies, we snuggle, drift in sleep and waken to snuggle again. Another wonderful meeting, many yet to come... Afternoon Playground She was standing in the corner with her panties around her knees and her nose pressed to the wall waiting for him to call her. She loved to play this game with him. The naughty housewife being disciplined for her bad behavior. She knew that he loved to play the game too. He was sitting on the bed admiring the view. He was letting her wait just a little too long because he loved to watch as she squirmed about. He loved to watch her beautiful ass sway slightly from side to side. Finally, when he sensed that she couldn't wait any longer he called her to him. She turned to him and walked slowly toward the bed. This was the moment that she both loved and hated. She knew that even though it was a game, the spanking would be hard. He always spanked her hard. She didn't know why she loved it so much. She didn't really like the pain. She loved the intimacy. She loved the feeling of submission. She loved being helpless over his knee being made to take whatever he gave out. He took her hands and drew her between his spread thighs. He looked deeply into her eyes. He saw her desire and that little bit of fear that he expected. He said "Tell me why you're about to be spanked." He knew she didn't really like this part. But for him it was an important part of the game. He liked to see the pink blush creep into her cheeks. To know that she was just a little embarrassed. He liked to know that she had to tell him that she'd been bad. For her, this part of the game really wasn't a game. She always confessed something real. If she'd gone over her budget or had done something she knew he would like. Maybe for her the spanking was really needed and not just wanted. Maybe this was her way of not feeling guilty for doing something she knew he wouldn't like. She really didn't know. She only knew that when he placed her over his knee she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. He took his time to position her just as he liked and then she felt his hand rubbing circles on each cheek. He rubbed her cheeks taking his time to admire the feel of her smooth skin under his palm. He tapped between her thighs making her open them just enough that he could see her pussy lips; puffy and wet poking out between her cheeks. He raised his hand and smacked down hard on her right cheek. She felt his hand come down on her cheek hard enough to push her against his muscled thigh. She let out a yelp before the second smack landed on her left cheek. Then he started a quick and hard rhythm never giving her the chance to catch her breath between smacks. Never giving the sting a chance to dissipate before the next blow fell. Each blow building the sting and the heat on her bottom. She began to wiggle around trying to avoid the blows; trying to rub her clit against his thigh. He watched her cheeks wobble with each blow; loving the groans and yelps he was causing. Loving how red her cheeks were getting. He knew he was giving her what she wanted, what she needed. That knowledge excited him. Feeling her rubbing against his thigh excited him. When her cheeks were a nice bright red he stopped. He rubbed his palm over and around her hot cheeks. He slipped his hand between her thighs and ran his fingers up and down her wet pussy. She was glad when he stopped spanking. She didn't think that she could take much more. When she felt his fingers on her pussy she opened her thighs further. She softly begged "please". She repeated it over and over, like a prayer, like a mantra. "Please keep touching me, please make me come. Please, make me come." He heard her pleas. He slipped his fingers high inside her pussy and began to pump them in and out. All the while circling and pressing on her clit with the thumb of his other hand. He listened to her whimpers and cries. He felt her muscles tensing around his fingers. She held her breath and became very still. He knew that was the moment. He pressed hard on her clit and rammed his fingers in high and hard. She came, clamping down hard on his fingers, screaming his name "Oh god, oh god." She lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. She felt him slip his fingers out of her pussy and pat her ass. She slipped off his knees and knelt between them. She reached up, unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled his cock free. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She heard his heavy sigh and thought to herself what a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Foreplay Done Right Foreplay Sometimes you have no recollection of the events leading to sex. Sometimes foreplay is forgotten and your animal brain just wants to rut, just wants to fuck another body and spread its seed. Sometimes the moments leading up to sex sparkle with intensity and shine brighter in one's memory than any event leading up to or following it. This is one of those times, a time when nothing mattered more than how he encouraged my body to hunger for his in a deeper, more desperate way. We were already naked, we were done kissing and caressing. It was his show now, the sub in me quietly turned over to let him play with me as he saw fit. He pushed into me, but not all the way. Not nearly. He moved around just enough to open me up; just enough to make my muscles tighten and twitch. I rolled my hips forward hoping to force him in further but he pulled back ever so slightly and spanked me hard. I could feel my skin flush red hot as the sting faded. "You'll not get any more of my cock until you've deserved it." I whimpered softly into the sheets, I could feel my vagina aching for the full measure of him. He started moving slowly around, massaging my ass that was so rudely in the air for him. He slipped his thumb in and back out around my asshole. Gently coaxing my sphincter to relax. He left his cock perched on the edge of my lips just waiting and teasing as he focused on my ass. Being a rotten little sub that doesn't follow the rules, I pushed back onto him and for a glorious split second he filled me and stretched me. But I was all too predictable. He used my distraction to shove his thumb deep inside my ass and squeezed down his forefingers to grip my tailbone and force me away and off him. As his fantastic manhood slipped away from me I became increasingly aware of the discomfort of his firm grip on my ass. "What did you do to deserve me?" he demanded. I whimpered again into the bed. He didn't like that reply and smacked me hard. His fingers pulled away from my skin softly grazing the sting away. "What did you do?" he asked slowly. "N-nothing." "Mmhm, that's right!" He slapped me again to emphasize his last word. "Now," he started playing with my asshole again. His finger moved in circles forcing me to widen. I tried desperately to relax into the pain but I clenched suddenly when I received another sharp slap. "Now, is this what you wanted?" He pushed in harder, deeper, and wider. My only reply was a grunt into the sheets and a pleading whine. His finger training my ass wasn't what I wanted, he knew that, but I also knew that what I wanted was of no matter in this situation. I was his to play with, to torture or pleasure at his whim. Then he smacked me square on my wet lips sharply stinging the delicate flesh. "No, no, this is what you want isn't it?" He teased me as he smoothly moved two fingers finally inside my soaking wet lips. I sighed heavily as my whole body relaxed into the elation spreading through it. My back arched sharply presenting myself to him even more openly than before! He answered this with a third finger and a fourth. My body was hot and wet and all too ready for him. All while working on me in my favorite way he continued opening my asshole too. I love him for this; his attention to detail and incredible skill at multitasking. My breath was getting heavy and my body was undulating of its own volition. I could hear myself screaming and moaning as he continued his nuanced and forceful work on me. I was quickly losing all ability to witness this amazing feeling. I was slipping under the ecstasy and fast. "Ah, ah, shhh, how do you feel?" He asked me softly. He could always read me and pull me back just in time. His fingers pulled out slowly and continued to massage me, keeping me wet and hot. I nodded a response, not sure if my voice would work and completely unsure of how to describe to him how... I... felt. "Come on," he urged me. He pushed his hips forward once more lightly pressing against me. I could feel his firmness pushing into the soft parts of me, I could feel his warmth surrounding me and it felt like home. "How do you feel?" "Good" I whispered. "Good girl," he said as he finally pushed all the way inside me. He leaned in with all his weight and surrounded me, his long arms reaching down beside mine. We both moved in sync. I felt him finally surrender to the ecstasy and fall into the primal, instinctual physicality of the moment. We breathed together we sweat together, and we came together. Both bodies completely tensed and full of potential for one perfect moment. With a sigh we collapsed hot and exhausted and wickedly content within the company of one another.