Off Switch
Copyright© 2026 by acguy
Chapter 16
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 16 - His job is demanding, the kind that does not clock out when he does. It comes through the door with him: the tension in his shoulders, the faraway look, the sense that he is still at the office even when he is sitting across from her. She notices. She worries. She loves him enough to want the man who used to leave work at work, not the exhausted version who cannot switch off. So she starts looking for a way to help him. A caring wife, willing to do whatever it takes to bring him back to her.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Light Bond Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys
Back at the cabin they cooked together and ate without rushing it. Halfway through the meal Lena told him she had a few more things planned. He smiled.
“Okay.”
They cleaned up, then she took his hand and led him into the playroom. Her eyes went to the sling in the corner, hanging from its hook. She walked him over and nodded at it.
“In.”
It took a couple of false starts. The thing swung. He had to sit back, then scoot, then let his ass hang off the edge of the seat before it held him the way it was meant to. Once he was there she worked around him. Wrists first, each one looped through a strap above his head, tugged snug so his hands could not come down. Then each ankle, lifted and set in its own loop, until he was more on his back than sitting, arms and legs held open and still.
She stood back and looked at him. Her brow furrowed.
“Missing something. Be right back.”
She returned with lube and a silver metal plug. He did not flinch. She slicked the plug, then worked lube into him with two fingers until he opened. When she judged him ready she pressed the plug against him and seated it slowly. His eyes closed. The sounds he made were not protest. She tapped the base once it was in. He grunted.
“I’ll be back in a while, babe. Sit. Relax.”
She left him there and went to the bedroom. The latex catsuit was the one she had bought after seeing the photos on the desktop. She took her time. The clerk had sold her a powder for this and it earned its price. She worked the suit up her legs, over her hips, up her torso, until it sealed to her like wet paint. The stilettos went on last. In the mirror her nipples stood hard and obvious through the latex. She turned and looked at the tight line of her ass, then reached between her legs, found the zipper, and drew it open so her pussy was bare.
The red feeldoe came out of the bag next. She lubed the large bulb meant for her, rubbed it through her lips, and pushed it into her cunt until it seated. Further back she found the button and pressed it. The bulb started to vibrate inside her and she moaned out loud.
This looks hot, she thought. And it feels amazing.
She walked back down the hall toward him, the red cock bobbing with each step in the heels, the suit creaking softly, the vibration still running through her as she headed for the playroom door.
Lena smirked at the look on his face.
The latex did the first part of the work. The red cock bobbing between her legs did the rest. His hips flexed in the sling without his meaning to. She heard him whisper it.
“Oh fuck me.”
“That’s exactly what I am going to do, pet.”
She stroked the shaft while she talked.
“This is called a Feeldoe. Part of it is up inside me. It’s vibrating. I can’t wait to see how that feels when I start fucking you.”
His breathing went shallow. His eyes dragged over the suit, the hard nipples under the latex, the red cock in her fist. The plug in his ass pulsed outward a few times on its own, a helpless flutter she did not miss.
She did not waste the moment. She was as wound as he was. She stepped between his spread legs, gripped the base of the plug, and worked it out of him in a slow pull. He gaped for a second when it came free. She set the plug aside, slicked the Feeldoe with lube, and pressed the head to him before that opening could close.
Daniel moaned. Some of it was the stretch. Some of it was the vibration travelling up the shaft and into him while the same buzz worked the bulb inside her. Some of it was her face. She looked wrecked with want.
The first thrust seated her. The fat bulb inside her own cunt dragged over her g-spot and her mouth fell open. No words after that first sound. Her eyes shut. Then she started to move.
She fucked him in the sling the way the thing was built to be used. Short pushes at first, hands on the straps at his thighs, pulling his ass onto the cock instead of leaning all her weight forward. Each time she drew him on, the bulb inside her rubbed that same spot. She tried a higher angle and the vibration hit her clit through the open zipper. She tried a lower one and the shaft drove deeper into him, the curve of it riding his prostate. That one made his caged cock jump and drip.
“There,” she got out. “That’s the one.”
She used it. She pulled the sling into her in a steady rhythm, latex creaking, the red cock disappearing into him and coming out shining. His wrists stayed in the straps above his head. His legs stayed spread. All he could do was take it and show her what it did to him. The cage was tight around his cock, metal wet at the slots, a thin string of fluid leaking onto his stomach with every stroke that dragged over that spot inside him.
“Look at you. You can’t even get hard properly and you’re still dripping for this.”
He groaned and nodded, past language. She kept going.
The first orgasm caught her on an inward pull. The bulb crushed against her g-spot, the vibe humming, her cunt clenching around the insert while she was buried in him. She did not stop. She rode the pulse and fucked him through it, harder, using the swing to slam his ass onto her cock. The climax did not fall off. It stacked. Another wave hit, then another, one long tearing run of pleasure that made her thighs shake and her voice break. She pounded him through all of it, watching his caged cock leak, watching his mouth hang open, until her knees finally gave.
She pulled out of him in one slick motion and dropped into the nearest chair, legs open, the red shaft still jutting up from her, shining with lube. Daniel hung in the sling, hole slow to close, his locked cock dripping onto his belly. Between her own thighs she was sloppy with it, come running out around the bulb still seated inside her, the vibe still buzzing as she tried to remember how to breathe.
She watched him while she got her breath back.
He was still strung in the sling, hips making small useless movements, the cage wet, no finish in him. That decided her.
She reached between her own legs and drew the Feeldoe out of her cunt in a slow pull. The vibe went off with a click. The fat bulb came free dripping. She looked at it, then stood and walked to his head.
She offered him the wet bulb. He opened his mouth at once and took it, sucking her come off the silicone, greedy for it. When it was clean she pulled it away.
“There’s more later.”
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