Message-ID: <44195asstr$1062587404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <235543.1062566152364.JavaMail.nobody@bert.psp.pas.earthlink.net> From: scurvyg0d@earthlink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 22:15:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "Ropeless Home Antics" (MF wl bond humor rom) Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2003 07:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar "Ropeless Home Antics" by Shades O'Grey (MF wl bond humor rom) "So, how do we want to do this?" I asked my wife. "I didn't have any details in mind," she said. "I just thought it might be fun if you tied me up. You know, a little role play. That's all." "You're sure you wanna do this?" "It was your idea." She had me there. To be honest, I hadn't thought she'd be interested. We were just talking fantasies. It wasn't like I had cold feet, I was just taken aback. "OK, so, how do we do this?" "Well," she began. "I can play The Innocent and you can be The Ravisher." "Traditional sex roles, eh?" "Why not ... this time." The twinkle in her eyes suggested that she had more in mind than she was letting on. "Hmm, I don't have any all white lingerie. Oh, well, I've got something in mind I can wear." "What should I put on?" I didn't have any leather, and I didn't want to look like a thug. "Dress athletically," she suggested. "Huh?" "Look like a he-man-jock-stud." I gaped. "I'm six foot one and I weigh one fifty. I used to run from jocks in high school. If you're hoping to be ravished by a he-man, you're going to be sorely disappointed." "It's a role play, you goof," she said. "Be creative." "OK..." "Oh," she added, "we'll need a word or phrase that means 'stop' in no uncertain terms." "Why not just 'no'," I suggested. "Or, do you want to say 'no' and have me keep going?" "I don't know," she paused. "Do you want to hear me say 'no' and keep going?" "No," I replied immediately. "I want to do some role play and light bondage. I don't want to do any S and M." "Good. Me neither. If I say 'no', I mean to stop." "OK." We checked on the kids to be sure that they were indeed asleep. She had me wait while she went into the bedroom for a moment. She emerged with a bundle of clothing and went into the bath- room, locking the door behind her. This was really happening! I went into the bedroom and looked in my dresser for something "athletic". Yeah, right. I'm a cyclist, not some -- hey, wait a minute. That's it! I grabbed my black tights and a red tank top. Stripping myself, I put on the tights sans undies. Hmm. Maybe I should tease myself so that a bulge shows. But, I didn't know how long she'd need to get ready, so I just put on the tank top. It was nearly as snug as the tights. It was quite possible that if she teased my nipples enough, they'd make the top tent out. When I looked in the mirror on the closet door, my first thought was, Good shit, that's athletic? I'm thin, covered in hair and I'm wearing skin-tight clothes. Ye gods, I'd better make sure the blinds are closed tight. If any of the neighbors saw me, they'd die laughing. I turned the bed down and began planning my role. Our bed didn't have convenient posts to tie her wrists and ankles to, so I'd have to improvise... Oh, shit. What am I going to tie her with? It's not like we have rope or hand cuffs just lying around. My belt was leather. I can't tie a knot it that. Shoelaces? Nah. With my luck, the knot would become so tight we'd spend more time trying to undo it that actually having sex. It was then that I heard the bathroom door open. I ducked into the closet so that I could watch her enter and surprise her. She was wearing a floral robe that didn't quite close around her. After two kids and her already generous bosom, that was no surprise. Of course, when I bought her the robe, I was hoping it wouldn't close completely, hee hee. I could use the sash to tie her. Under the robe, she was wearing a fuchsia nightie that had short lace sleeves as well as lace around the low scooped neckline. Her auburn hair had been pulled into a pony tail and, she was wearing make up. Mauve lipstick with subtle blush and eye shadow. Dropping her clothes by the foot of the bed, she turned and saw me. To my chagrin, she giggled a bit. Great. Well, time for the role play. "Come here," I said, trying to sound stern but not aggressive. With the slightest of smiles, she approached. Note to self: she's a much better actor than I am. Damn. I placed my hands on her hips and drew her close for a kiss. Hands braced on my biceps (OK, on what passes for biceps on me), she turned her head slightly so that I missed her lips, kissing her cheek instead. I thought about commanding her to meet my lips, but decided against it. I was not going to try any quasi-authoritarian bullshit. Instead, I was going to restrain her so I could please her without her distracting me by pleasing me back. So. I gently kissed the proffered cheek. I could tell she was playing at hesitation, but she molded herself to me. Moving my hands moving to her back in a full embrace, my lips followed her jaw to her chin and up the other cheek. She was starting to press herself into me, despite her Innocent character. I kissed her eyelids, ever so slightly, I wasn't even sure if she would feel it. Judging by her reaction, she did. We broke the embrace, holding each other's gaze. Damn, she had powerful eyes. Aren't I supposed to be the on "in power" here? She was completely "in character", as her gaze was expectant, hesitant, eager. How she was able to express conflicting emotions so effectively was beyond me. I've really got someone special here, I thought. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, wide eyed. "Give me your bathrobe sash," I said softly, using no trace of the sternness I'd used earlier. When she did nothing but stare at me with those impossibly deep eyes, I began to slowly untie the simple knot that held the robe closed. Pulling the sash free of the loops that held it about her waist, the robe fell open revealing the fuchsia nightie that caressed her curves so wonderfully. With the sash gathered in one hand, I pushed the robe off her shoulders so that it slid down her arms to fall about her feet. Taking her gently by the chin, I lowered my lips to hers. Slow at first. Slight was the contact. Pressing my lips a little more firmly, I licked her lips. Tentatively at first, it was like seducing her the first time all over again. But, I had a twist in mind. "If you're wearing any panties, take them off please," I said. She actually blushed and said, "I'm not wearing any." "Good. Turn around please." Once she did, I said, "Put your hands behind your back." She did and then I began to bind them with the sash. "You're using the sash?", she laughed. Damnit, she just had to laugh, didn't she. I gave her a half-hearted spank, which only made her laugh more, and said, "I didn't have a chance to look for any rope or any- thing. Sheesh." "Sorry," she giggled. "Back into character." The change was immediate and complete. "What are you going to do now?" Well, the change wasn't that complete. She giggled again. "I'm going to please you as you deserve without giving you the opportunity to distract me by doing anything other than have as many orgasms as I can coax from your lovely body." I'd finished tying at that point. 'Bondage'. Yeah, right. That knot wouldn't have held anyone. "Get on the bed, please." With her hands tied behind her back, that was easier said than done. I had to help her and there was much more giggling and light-hearted spanking. Even then, I was little more than tapping her backside. I couldn't really hit her. It's a good thing she hadn't asked for real spanking. I couldn't have done it. The mood was light indeed by the time I had her in the middle of the bed. Kneeling beside her, I started stroking her breasts through the nylon of her nightie. Using the lightest touch I could, it wasn't long before her breathing became little more than controlled gasps. Her nipples were soon tenting the fuchsia fabric beneath my hands. I kissed her again, and she responded out of character, kissing me back hungrily. Then again, maybe she was still in character, if my memory served me well. I wanted to drive her crazy. So, I kissed her nipples through her nightie. Using my teeth gently, I began pushing her closer to orgasm. My hand crept up her thigh to her labia, gently stroking while I continued teasing her nipples. I kissed her mouth again, hard, while my finger circled her clit. She was starting to come. Two fingers just inside her pressing rhythmically against her G-spot drove her over the edge into her first orgasm of the night. I brought her down slowly and kissed her tenderly. Once I was sure she had drifted from orgasm into afterglow, I began kissing my way down her body. With her hands were behind her, she couldn't lie flat on her back. Pushing her nightie aside and gently parting her legs, I kissed her just to the side of her labia. I repeated this gentle kiss on the other side and then again on her mons. I had not actually gone down on her yet. I was teasing her and she was starting to breathe raggedly again. Once her hips began trying to move towards my evasive lips did I actually kiss her vulva. I was relentless. I almost never got the chance to just please her without her reciprocating. It wasn't exactly a powerful feeling I was having as a satisfying one. She was coming again and she wasn't touching me in any way to distract me. It's like a game we play when we make love. We try to see if we can cause the other to stop what they're doing and just gasp because they can't possibly do anything else. So it came as a great surprise when I realized her hands were on my head as she came against my mouth. "Hey, you weren't supposed to --" My words were cut off by her kiss. The act was gone. She came at me with a hunger that would not be denied. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue sparring with mine as her hands slipped under my tank top. "I need you," she said between kisses. Soon my tank top was gone and her lips were fastened to my nipple. I was the one going crazy now. We were both working to get my tights off. Once they were gone, she had me in her mouth, bobbing quickly. Before she took me to the point of no return, she lay back. I didn't bother trying to take her nightie off. Kneeling between her thighs, I plunged into her. To hell with the role play. Her arms were around me, her fingers in my hair. We kissed, lips and faces and necks, while I thrusted and she bucked. With all the tension that had built up, I didn't last very long. I came hard, burying myself deep within her. Even after I'd come, I continued to thrust, gradually growing slower and gentler. After a while, we just lay still letting the afterglow overtake us. She eventually said, "Sorry for breaking character, but I just had to have you." "My pleasure," I replied. She shucked the nightie and I turned the lights off. Sated and exhausted, we fell into a deeply contented sleep. ---------- Comments? 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