I planned our early Valentine’s Day celebration with care. The weekend before, when Ellen was out at the club, I prepared the wrist bindings that I’d bought during the previous week’s trip out of town, strapping them to the bed slats and stashing them against the headboard out of view. I tried on the harness and got it fit just right, and made sure I understood how to attach the dildo. I made sure a candle was handy for wax, and found a mask that could be used as a blindfold. From our private Christmas gift stash I selected a cock ring vibrator from the selection Ellen had given me. I made sure the new lube and the G-Spot Crystal Wand would be within reach so that we could continue to explore that new and thrilling pleasure together. I wanted this to be special. And it was.
The day before my most recent trip to Africa—I would be missing the actual Valentine’s Day—I’d made it clear that I had plans for us that evening. I made sure the room was warm. I sent the kids to bed after story time, kissing them and giving clear instructions to let Mommy and Daddy have a special evening without interruption. Then I joined Ellen upstairs in our bedroom, where we both prepared for bed. I closed and locked the bedroom door, lit candles, dimmed the lights, and soon had Ellen naked and blindfolded with a perfectly suited navy blue silk scarf that I’d remembered and asked her to find. I had her lay on the bed, and reaching down at the corners of the mattress, freed the bindings and slipped them over each of her wrists, making sure they were snug but not too tight. I could see Ellen’s breath changing; she can be claustrophobic, but I didn’t see panic, I saw excitement.
Ellen was splayed out on the bed, unable to bring her hands together to free herself. She was completely in my control. Now it was time to get her attention. Candle in hand, I let a drop of molten wax fall on her right thigh, and she flinched and gasped. Oh, this was going to be fun. Drop and gasp, another drop, but not at a pace that she could predict. I could see her trying to anticipate where the next drop might fall, and when. But I wasn’t going to let her. I varied the timing, I varied the place—her belly, a breast, a thigh. But I didn’t want to overdo it, I just wanted to give her a taste.
Next it was time for some fun with Ellen’s G-Spot. After lubing up my fingers and her pussy, I began teasing her cunt, seeking to inflame her, and she respondent greedily. Although I was still seeking just the right spot, I knew from her irregular breathing and moans that I was getting closer. In a moment of playful dominance, I suddenly pulled my fingers from her and slapped her hard on the pussy. She gasped and flinched, but did not recoil. With renewed confidence, I continued to finger fuck her and at unpredictable intervals give her pussy another slap. She responded more and more, and again anticipated but could not predict what I would do next. I could see this was something we would have to explore much more. I loved the control I had, the sense of power. It was life affirming, not because I wanted traditional male dominant power over Ellen but because we both liked this new sexual dynamic, which was so different from our usual script.
After a while I decided to change things up. My cock was pretty hard but I had another surprise in store. I covered Ellen with a soft blanket to keep her warm, quietly stole away to the bathroom, strapped on the harness and attached the thick dildo. I should have warmed it, along with some lube, but that would have taken some time, and I was not feeling patient. As I rejoined Ellen on the bed and took away the blanket, I kissed her greedily and nudged open her legs. Pausing to put more lube on the dildo, I then touched it to her pussy lips and saw her flinch from the unexpected shock of the cold, foreign object that was about to invade her. I was hard now, which meant that the further the dildo went into Ellen’s cunt, the more my cock knocked against her perineum. I toyed with the idea of filling her ass with my cock, and might have even asked her, but ultimately we didn’t go there…this time. Tonight was all about thrilling her cunt and reconnecting with my cock.
After a while, I saw the dildo wasn’t having as great an effect on Ellen as I’d expected, so I tore off the harness and tossed it aside, grabbed the cock ring/vibrator and brought it down over my still firm cock to help keep it that way, and then plunged into her. I fucked her like I meant it! And she responded in kind. As I was fucking and enjoying the vibration from the cock ring and the hot wet clutch of her cunt, I sought to maintain both a strong thrust and the right position and leverage. I saw clearly that man on top on a flat bed was just not that great a position for this sort of sex, and decided then and there that I wanted to try out the froggy chair next time we were at the club. I changed position and had her turn on her side so I could fuck her sideways. At one point, in the midst of another change, I slapped her hard on her ass. She gasped but didn’t complain. There’s more where that came from, I thought.
The fucking was good for us both, and Ellen was having some pretty fun mini orgasms but not yet really getting to that earth-shattering place. And I needed a break, as long vigorous fucking was still not something I was fully in condition for—my legs were cramping up a bit from the crouched position I was in and from the uphill run I’d taken earlier in the day. I’ve only just begun training as a sexual athlete, and I know pacing is everything.
So I pulled out and decided to return to finger fucking her, searching that illusive G-Spot. And finally, I found it. I could tell immediately from the change in Ellen’s breathing and her moans and the way she thrust against my fingers. We got so close a number of times, but she wasn’t able to let go. I tried again with the Crystal Wand, and over and over she got right at the precipice but could go over. She was crying out, totally unconcerned about whether young ears could hear, even laughing. She begged me to stop a few times for a rest from the intense feelings, but I only let her rest a moment—even if she didn’t go over the edge, I wanted to keep her at that nexus of intensity between ecstasy and pain and keep building the tension. Finally it was just too much and she pleaded with me to stop.
I was rock hard now thanks to the enormous fun and sexual tension and the help of the cock ring, and so I plunged my cock into Ellen’s cunt, grabbed hold of the headboard for leverage, and drilled her pussy hard. Soon she was thrusting up against me in a way I recognized from our best times all too long ago, and from New Year’s Eve when I watched with fascination as Randy fuck her to multiple orgasms on the froggy chair. As I pounded into her, Ellen came intensely and vocally, over and over again, until I simply could not keep up the pace and needed to catch my breath.
And now I decided to focus on me. My cock had lost some of its rigidity, so I stroked myself at the base while keeping the head in the moist heat of Ellen’s cunt. She suggested playfully that I should come on her belly or face—something I had never done. Focusing on my own orgasm now, I alternated between masturbating and rubbing my cock head on Ellen’s still engorged cunt lips. She was cooling down, but patient and loving as I sought my pleasure. And soon I caught that right moment, as if surfing a wave, and felt the orgasm building. When I was sure I was riding it to the crest, I thrust back into Ellen’s cunt and came hard. I know she loves the feel of a man coming inside her, and misses it with all the other men who must, to our mutual agreement, wear condoms when they fuck her. I knew that she’d cooled beyond the point where she, too, could join me in orgasm, but I wanted to be inside her when I came this time. It had been weeks, too many weeks, since I had felt the deep connection of coming deep inside her. I needed that more than ever. But I also resolved that I would find many more occasions for pearl necklaces and facials.
After a few moments of happy exhaustion, I released Ellen from her bindings and she quickly headed off for a long pee. I realized as I listened to the forceful splash of pee in toilet that she’d been holding a full bladder for some time, and I was glad for that—another way to challenge old habits of interruption. She returned to the bed and we cuddled in the afterglow for a while, chatting about where I had bought the various toys, and we both agreed that this had been the best sex we’d had in many years. I was both glad and sad that this was our last night together for the next few weeks, but exultant that I could depart on such a high note. It had renewed my flagging self-confidence and reconnected us in a way we’d both been seeking for years, and with greater determination in recent months.
There is no doubt that this would never have happened if Ellen hadn’t taken us on the plunge into this amazing world of boundless and varied pleasure.
Thank you, Ellen.
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