Delayed Pleasure Part I

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Delayed Pleasure Part II am a professional, independent women who is usually always in charge. Perhaps that is why I love to give up complete control when it comes to my sex life. In this part of my life I am a complete submissive. My husband controls me completely and I love every minute of it. When he ties me up and treats me like a complete slut or when he shares me with other men, I am totally enthralled and love each and every moment. It is hard to explain how much I love my husband, even as I am being fucked by other men, he is the one I yearn for. While I enjoy the sex, what gives me more pleasure is seeing the joy on his face as he watches me fuck these other men. I know weird. Bottom line what he says goes. The other night was one of those nights where my husband decided to play with his favorite toy; me. The entire day he told me he was going to have his way with me and I would be his fuck toy. He whispered it to me as the breakfast table, surrounded by our k**s. He told it to me as we walked around our block, greeting our neighbors as we passed. He even told me as we sat in church and listened to the priest’s sermon. That night true to his word he had his way with me. First he laid out my outfit. Crotch-less panties, an open cup corset and garter set. He told me to put it on and then put on my robe and come downstairs. He wanted me to wear it as I sat with the k**s on the couch and as I put them to bed. It was so erotic to be straddling my two worlds. The sweet and loving mom and the fuck slut who loves to be used. It was difficult to concentrate with all these competing feelings rushing through me. Wanting to find out what was next for me I rushed the boys to bed. As I left my older son’s room my husband was waiting outside the door. He smiled at me, kissed my cheek and strapped a collar and leash around my neck. He took off my robe and hung it over the stairs railing. Holding the end of the leash he led me downstairs to the couch in front of our TV. He sat down and told me to sit on the floor next to him. He turned on the tv and started watching a college football game. He tugged on the leash uşak escort and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his lap and he stroked my head as if I was his pet; which I was. “Play with your tits”, he told me. I reached up and began to rub and pinch my nipples, moving my hands around and over my tits. I licked my fingers and rapidly flicked my nipples. All the while my husband stroked my hair and quietly said, “Good girl. That’s a good girl.” My pussy was so wet.“Suck my cock and balls”. I got to my knees and moved towards his balls. I kissed and caressed his balls and then moved my hands up to his cock. I stroked his cock as I sucked his hairless balls. Mmm was the only response my husband gave me as he continued to pet my head. I moved my mouth to his cock. Taking it into my mouth I began to move up and down on his cock. Picking up the pace I also increased the spit in my mouth. I knew he loved sloppy blow jobs and I wanted to give him one he would love. Up and down I slurped his beautiful cock. Occasionally he grabbed my head and controlled the pace. He also held my head down all the way on his cock shoving it completely down my throat. Since he is not even close to the biggest cock I have had I took him easily enough but I did give him some choking sounds to make him feel good. This continued on a bit until my husband stopped, took my hair and pulled my head off his cock.“Stand up”, he tells me. I stand in front of him. I feel exposed. Our living room overlooks our busy street and having no curtains, anyone on the street can see through our three large windows. I am essentially on display for anyone walking past. I feel exposed. I look out the window no one is there. “Keep playing with your tits”, my husband tells me. I reach up and continue to rub and flick my tits. I am really dripping now. “Finger yourself”, my husband commands. I reach my right hand down and begin working my clit. My left hand moves between my two tits. My head falls back and I let out a big sigh. I can feel my orgasm build. “Stop!”, my husband says. I look down at him, disappointed to have been denied. “Tonight escort uşak is not about your pleasure it’s about mine”. I nod in agreement. “Look out the window. You have an admirer”, my husband smirks at me. I turn and see an elderly man and his dog standing on the sidewalk and staring at me. He has a perfect view of me and seems transfixed by image. “Turn towards the windows and continue to play with your tits.” I do as I am told. “Open your eyes”, my husband says as he moved towards me. I open my eyes and see our neighbor still standing there staring. I can see him rubbing his cock through his pants. My husband comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck. He reaches down and begins to work my pussy. I’m losing control and just as I’m about to cum he stops and has me just stand there hands at my side as I try to calm down. This continue on for a while, building and fading, building and fading. The neighbor is now joined by a car that stops to watch the show. “Please”, I say, “they will know who we are.” “Bend over and press your tits against the window. Again I do as he commands. The glass is so cool on my nipples. Dripping with juice, my husband easily enters me from behind. Picking up the pace he pushes me harder and harder against the glass. I reach my hands up to brace myself, face pressing against the glass along with my tits. The men out front move closer to the window, standing on our lawn. One of them holds his phone in front of him and records the scene. I moan. “Please let me cum”, I beg. “Not yet”, my husband pants. He pulls on the leash and my heads moves back. I choked a bit and the men outside all kind of gasp, not believing what they are seeing. I concentrate on staying calm. I can feel my husband begin to build to climax. I know if he cums in me I will cum also. I wait for sweet release. My husband pounds on harder and faster. I hear one of the men outside say Holy shit, she’s fucking hot. Just as I feel my husband’s balls tighten to release his load he pulls his cock out of me. He pulls down and back on the leash and I turn towards him. “Down”, he nearly shouts, “On your uşak escort bayan knees”. I sink to my knees and my husband’s cock is right in my face. He has already started to cum but my husband has such a grip on it nothing has come out. My husband drops the leash and grabs my hair. He pulls my face towards his cock and let’s go of his grip on it. Cum spurts out in a massive shot. It hits my right eye, forehead and into my hair. He pulls up and slams his cock into my mouth, shooting his remaining jizz down my throat. He shakes and groans continuing the spurt cum into my mouth. As it begins to stop he scoops the jizz on my face onto his finger and places it into my open mouth. I lick it clean. “Stand up and wave to your fans”, He tells me as he finishes rubbing his wet cock on my face. I stand with jizz and spit on my face and look out the window. The three men are standing there wide-eyed. I wave and they wave back. “Go upstairs. Turn on the bedroom light, take off all your clothes and stand in front of the window. Do not wash your face or clean yourself in any way. I’ll be up shortly.” I head up the stairs as my husband walks outside. I stand totally naked in front of my bedroom window, I am again totally exposed. I can vaguely make out the men and my husband on the front lawn. After a few minutes the two men get into their car and drive off and the neighbor continues towards his house. My husband comes upstairs and turn off the lights. “Get into bed”, he says. “Can I wash up?” “No”, is his only response. I pull on my nightgown and climb into bed. “What about those men?”, I nervously ask. “They know who we are. They will tell everyone about us.” “No they won’t” my husband tells me. I promised them another show and maybe some guest spots if they keep their mouths shut. They all seemed interested in keeping the secret.” He smirked at me and patted my head. “Good night,” he says. “Tomorrow we will continue this.” “When will I be allowed to cum,” I ask, hoping his response will be in the morning. “Tomorrow”, he says again, at the football game. “What?” I ask. Our son’s football game where 20 or more of our friends will be around us watching our k**s play PAL football. “Yes. Be happy I will let you cum at all. Now go to sleep”. He heads to the bathroom to clean up and I drift off to sleep nervously anticipating what tomorrow will bring.

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