Kinky Reversal

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, FemaleDom, Spanking, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Sex Story: Husband submits to his wife's kinky desires.



I slid deep into my wife's core and she pulled the ring that penetrates my nipple with her teeth. I bucked out and back in, my movements pulling the small bit of sensitive flesh even harder. My orgasm was augmented by the pinching pain that telegraphed to my balls and I exploded inside her. She felt the throbbing and groaned with her responding climax.

As we wound down from our pleasure Molly laid her head on my chest. Her hand smoothed its way over the nipple she had so recently tortured. "You know, wearing these rings is an expression of a desire to be submissive, at some level at least. I'm sure you've noticed from all your porn surfing that most people into BD/SM wear some kind of piercing - usually multiples."

"Yeah," I replied, "and a lot of people NOT into it wear them too."

"Still, you are into some kinky stuff. I've noticed that about you." I looked at her face. She was grinning. I rolled back on top of her and pinned her hands to the mattress. I gave her a nudge with my cock (The ring surrounding its base had maintained most of my erection) and another, until I found her entrance and slipped into her once more.

"Me!? It was you who set me on this road, dear," I said archly. It was mostly true. At least it had been she who had been open to the things I'd previously fantasized about. She'd introduced me to sexual spankings. Together we sacrificed our anal virginity. She let my cock be the first up her ass and it was my first ass as well. Then I let her - no, I asked her - to invade my tight butt hole with tongue, fingers and a dildo.

"Maybe we play with a little S and M, but we tried bondage - remember? What a joke that was!" I'd tied her wrists one night and then her ankles, though she tried to prevent her legs being tied. Once I got her immobilized, however, I couldn't decide what to do with her. Anything I might want to do to her body, she already allowed with full participation. I tried to fuck her ass but it didn't work. Where she might have helped me, she was tied. We ended up laughing about the whole thing.

"We tried tying me up, but not you. Maybe I'd like a turn. Remember how I never used to like spanking somebody?" I nodded. "Well, now I do. I love to have you stretched over my lap and a paddle in my hand." That was true. I'd originally asked her to spank me so I could understand her desire to be paddled. The first time I called it off after three swats. It just hurt. On a later occasion, I just gritted my teeth and let her go on. By the end of it, I was raising my ass for the next blow. I even asked her for more when she stopped. I suspect it's something to do with endorphins.

I considered her suggestion. I said, "Well, I suppose we could try it, but we will need a safe word... and you have to promise to respect it." I was still inside her and I had continued to give her long, slow strokes as we talked. The subject excited me - of that there could be no doubt. I was as hard in the sheath of her flesh as I'd been earlier. I leaned down and kissed her, pushing in fast and hard. She growled into my mouth and bucked against me on the next stroke. She bit my lip and I bent to seize a nipple in my teeth.

Somewhat later we stood together under the warm spray of the shower. I soaped up her back and fleshy ass and set to scrubbing her skin and probing between her half moons. "So what do you think you'll do to me when you have me tied up?" Notice the usage here: I didn't say "if I let you," I said "when". I'd already consented and the fact wasn't missed by Molly's quick mind.

"Hmm... I don't know. I'll think about it and get back to you. Besides, I might want you to be surprised." She pulled away from my probing fingers as they began to push into her tight rosebud. Turning, she picked up the soap and lathered my hairy chest and belly. She used both hands to wash my cock and balls. "I'm sure there will be something to do with your ass, though, don't you?"

"Um, well, yeah, I suspected you'd include that."

"You mean you hoped I'd include that," she rejoined. "I know you, Dan Miller. You love it when I fuck your ass for you. I just wish I could have a real flesh and blood cock for a day to let you see how it feels."

"Why stop halfway?" I asked her as I turned and she began on my back. "If you can have a cock, why shouldn't I get to have a pussy for the same day? Then I could get the best of both worlds. You could fuck me in front and in back." We embraced, the silver rings in my nipples flirting with her erect nubs. After the kiss, I added, "Maybe we should try some Tantric sex. I guess there is some sharing of sensations there if you do it right." She grasped my flaccid cock gently.

"Oh, you do it right just the way you do it. I don't think I could stand much more intensity." I kissed the top of her red-blonde head. "But isn't that kind of an extended... teasing, I guess you'd call it? You know how you're supposed to get all inside and just sit there?"

"Well, I think you're supposed to do more than just sit there. I mean you're supposed to maintain eye contact and think nothing." I moved out of snapping towel range when I added, "That shouldn't be hard for you." She chased me into the bedroom and I let her sit on me. Then she leaned down and kissed me hard.

"You're lucky I know you were kidding," she said.

A couple of weeks passed. We were both busy at work and she had a project due that Friday. We made love often enough to prevent either of us complaining. I cooked and she did the dishes. We watched the news and a few favorite shows. We paid bills. In other words, it was normal life. Then I came home a little later than usual that Friday. I'd gotten a phone call just before leaving the office and then the traffic was worse than usual. I walked into the house and found a cold beer waiting for me, sweating on the kitchen counter.

I picked up the beer as I called for Molly. Then I saw the note. 'Please strip naked and have a shower downstairs. After that, come up to our room and knock on the door... Molly.' There were two hearts intertwined below that. I'd pretty much forgotten our conversation about tying me up. I just smiled, thinking that she was feeling 'frisky', as they used to say on some TV show. I took the beer to the guest bathroom and obeyed the instructions. I love drinking a beer in the shower. The contrast between the warm liquid outside and the cold liquid going down my throat fascinates me.

I padded up the stairs, brushing my hair roughly into place. I obediently knocked on the door. "Close your eyes," Molly's voice was muffled by the closed door. I did it. I heard the door open. I knew she was peeking to see if I was looking. Then I felt the air swirl as she opened the door fully. She moved past me and I felt some filmy fabric brush my side. She looped a blindfold around my eyes and tied it tight at the back. She pressed my head forward and told me to open my eyes. "Can you see anything?" she asked.

"Not a thing," I replied. It was the truth. If I could have seen, I'm not sure whether I'd have lied or not. Now I didn't have to make the choice. Suddenly the light bulb went on in my head: she was going to do it! She was going to tie me down! Here was my test. Would I go through with it? She led me into the room.

At the edge of the bed she turned me around. She gave a little shove and I sat down, bouncing a little on the mattress. "Slide back and lie down," she said. I did. I knew roughly where I was and that the head of the bed was to my right. When I found the pillows I stretched out comfortably. I heard Molly moving around the room and then she took my left hand in hers. She stretched my arm out to its full length and I felt something being looped around the wrist. She repeated the same thing on the other side. I cleared my throat in a stagy manner.

"Aren't you forgetting something rather important?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"The safe word: we didn't decide on one."

"Oh. Well, pick something you like then."

"Shit, I don't know."

"Shit? You might just say that anyway at some point."

"Ha, ha... how about... oh... Rosebud?" I suggested. Maybe I was thinking ahead. She would no doubt soon be at my rosebud, after all. I know I wasn't thinking about Citizen Kane.

"Fine," she said, and she picked up my left foot by the toes. She looped her prearranged ties around both ankles and pulled them tight. She had me spread-eagled on our bed and I was at her mercy. I felt her weight on the bed and she lay down next to me, sliding her body against mine. I noticed that she'd stripped off the nightgown, or whatever she'd been wearing. She was as naked as I was. "Now: why were you so late tonight, Dan? Is there another woman?" Her fingers played with my right nipple ring. When she asked the question she gave it a rough tug. I winced.

I explained my tardiness. She rose up off me and I felt her reaching for something to the side. She stretched my cock ring over the head of my dick. It wasn't fancy - just a standard 1 3⁄4" "O" ring from the hardware store. It was a sweet agony for me as she rolled it down to the base of my swollen cock. I'd learned to put it on well before I started to get hard. She finally got it where she wanted it and straddled me. She took a nipple ring in each hand and began to tug them... sometimes together, and sometimes she alternated. She lectured me as she rode me.

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