My husband and I frequently receive free nights at the casino hotels in our areas. Due to having four kids at home, we don't really get to play the way that we want all the time. We do however set aside one weekend a month for just us and it usually is a weekend getaway using these free nights. Now to the fun part.
My husband had been out of town for work from Thanksgiving to Christmas last year. He got home the Friday before Christmas and set us up to use our free two-night stay the weekend he got back. We headed out Friday afternoon to get checked in and start our weekend of fun. Now I need to tell you, when we go out, I dress like the little slut I am. Corsets and short skirts, lingerie tops and jeans. Stuff that makes guys' eyes follow me as I walk by. I am small, 5'5" and 105 lbs with 34C breasts. My husband tells me I have a body most women would be jealous of, especially after having four kids.
Anyways, we get to the room and I quickly jump in the shower to get cleaned up and shave. I want my legs and pussy to be smooth for whatever happens tonight. While I'm cleaning up, hubby is setting up a portable tripod frame that he had just purchased. I love light bondage and am looking forward to being tied up and used by him. I just don't know his whole plan.
I finish my shower, do my hair and makeup, and get dressed. Tonight I pick a red top that ties in the back and a miniskirt. Yes, the cover picture is me in the outfit. We then make our way to the gaming floor. The moment we walk in, guys start staring. I catch their eyes looking me up and down as we walk by. I also get some go-to-hell looks from their girlfriends but I am loving the attention. I immediately start to get turned on. I know that by the time we get back to the room, I will be extremely wet and ready.
After wandering the game floor for a few hours and playing, my husband's phone goes off. I pay no attention as he is always getting notifications of some sort. About twenty minutes later, he tells me we need to go back to the room. Of course, I object because I'm having a good time playing and teasing those around me. But he gives me that stern look and I know to fall in line.
As soon as the door closes behind us, he grabs me and kisses me. He looks me in the eye and tells me that he expects me to be a good girl and do as he says. I nod in submission.
He walks me to the tripod he set up earlier and pulls out a length of rope. He binds my wrists together but leaves my hands open, kind of like a praying position. He then proceeds to secure my hands above my head to the tripod anchor and stretches me just to the edge where I can stand comfortably. He reaches under my skirt and removes my thong. Next, he secures each ankle, keeping my feet about shoulder-width apart. He reaches over and slides a finger along my slit and pulls back a glistening finger. He knows that I am ready to be used.
He steps behind me and suddenly I am plunged into darkness. He has taken a silk blindfold and ties it in place. Now I am on the verge of an orgasm just from anticipation, wanting to beg him to fuck me, but I know he won't until his devious plan is complete. He turns on some music, not so loud to disturb anyone else but loud enough to drown out the noises of a hotel. He steps back away, letting me tune all of my senses to my surroundings. This is commonplace when I am blindfolded and usually lasts about five minutes.
I suddenly sense someone next to me and I assume it is my husband. No one is saying anything, I can just tell the shift in the air around me. A hand gently brushes my hair from my face and I feel lips a light kiss on my neck as a hand slowly cups my right breast. My nipples instantly harden. I feel another hand caress down my left side and lightly squeeze my ass. I am melting. The scent of my arousal fills the air.
He moves behind me and kisses my neck as he reaches around me and starts to knead my breasts. He slowly begins to untie my top, letting it fall to the floor. I am now topless while he kneads my breasts and every so often pinches my nipples. My pussy is screaming for attention. I can feel my wetness on my upper thighs getting wetter as he slowly kisses down my back.