Go- Pt 1: Wi(f)e sharing fro(m) her perspective | 2016

Re-submitted with a more descriptive title. Live and learn! :)

I have the lovely privilege of being in an open marriage- swinging, swapping, all kinds of fun. One of my biggest turn-ons is going out and meeting up with my guy knowing my husband is home, excited for details when I get back. I thought it'd be fun to write up one of my more recent encounters as a story so I could share it with others. My guy and spent a lot of time discussing this one. I'd always wanted to do a power exchange- start off completely in control and get him excited to the point he couldn't stand it anymore before I relented and passed control to him. It. was. phenomenal. Some of the best sex of my life, I had to share it. I wrote from my perspective and only wrote out the first half- partly to gauge interest, partly because I think it'd be fun to let your minds wander and imagine what would have happened next if it was you with me. ;) But if you like this and want more I'll write up what really happened and share. Enjoy!

We just finished meeting up for a quick bite to eat that was in all honesty a waste of money, a formality to get through to make us feel more civilized and less like we are operating with one mission only- getting each other off. I've gotten quiet as you drive and you're wondering what I'm thinking- if I'm having second thoughts about going through with this. You hope not, as seeing me has only made you more sure you want this. We arrive at the hotel. "Is this okay?" you ask. I nod. It's perfect, actually- small, cheap and off the beaten path. Not somewhere you'd want to vacation, but ideal for adding to the naughty "sneaking around" feeling of this tryst. As we go through the door I break my silence, motioning toward the bed, "Sit, I'll be right back." I disappear into the bathroom to "freshen up" but mostly I'm just waiting in there, knowing you're getting more excited. When I feel I've given your thoughts enough time to wander and start to get you hard, I return.

I come back and slowly walk toward you, "Don't move a muscle" I instruct, slowly climbing into your lap, sliding my hand up your chest onto your shoulders. "I've been waiting for this a long time and want it to be perfect. If you do what I tell you, I promise you'll enjoy it. If you can't follow directions, I leave." I lean in close, licking my full lips as my face closes in on yours. Your heart beats faster as you anticipate my kiss. Just before our mouths meet I turn my face, my cheek running against yours, soft against rough. My breath is hot on your ear. I whisper that I've been aching to have hands touch me that weren't my husband's- to feel you on me, in me, all over me. That you'll be able help me with that soon if you behave. My tongue lightly traces your ear. "First, you're going to kiss me."

You move to put those strong arms around me and pull me in for a kiss, but feel a bite on your lip as my hands push you away. It's not painful, just hard enough to let you know you've made a mistake. I take your jaw in my hand and turn your face to meet my gaze. "I said to kiss me- not touch me. Do it again and I'll get the restraints." My head nods toward my bag. You aren't sure if I really brought them or am teasing you, but my voice is commanding so you drop your hands, making fists at your sides instead of holding my soft, warm body.

I kiss you deeply, my hand running up the back of your neck, my fingers in your hair. Our tongues explore each other as I softly moan. Your hand moves a bit and I playfully slap it, reminding you you're not allowed to touch me yet."Your hands- sit on them." You look at me, pleading. I move to get off your lap and you sigh, sliding your fingers under your thighs. I smile and begin again- my mouth moves to kiss your jaw, the soft skin behind your ear, your neck. I can feel your pulse against my mouth as I gently bite down, smiling as you groan in approval. "You like that, hmmm?" I ask. "Yessss..." you whisper. I put my hand on your chest, pushing away from you. "When I say lift, you're going to lift your arms above your head, just long enough for me to remove your shirt. You touch me or disobey and we're done. Do you understand?" You nod. "Lift." I run my hands down your chest, sliding my fingers under the bottom of your shirt and running my fingers against your bare skin lightly, just enough to make you squirm as I lift your shirt off and toss it aside. I wait as you sit back onto your hands, admiring the sight of you. As many photos as I've seen of you, though I've met and touched you before, I'm still surprised at your broad shoulders and muscular arms. Next I remove my own shirt, watching as your eyes trace the curve of my breasts. I know how badly you want to touch them so I do what you can't, cupping them in my hands and squeezing. I sigh, playing up the sensation for your enjoyment. My hands run across your chest as I lean into you and we kiss more. I can feel how hard you've already become as I rock my hips against your lap. "Mmmm" I purr as I grind harder against it "Is this for me?" You nod and grunt, moving your hips against me in a desperate attempt to gain the satisfaction you crave. As much as I'd love to keep this up, as deliciously hard as you feel, I'm not ready to let you enjoy too much yet.

I move to straddle you, standing on my knees so you're eye level with my chest. I slowly remove my bra, my nipples inches from your face. "Suck them." You take one in your mouth, still not allowed to use your hands. I moan, and wrap my arms around your neck. I feel like my legs are going to give out. Your mouth and tongue feel so good as they tease my hardening nubs. "Oh, good boy." I moan. "just like that." I turn so you can give the other breast equal attention. I'm getting so wet. I'm starting to feel so good that I may give up control, so I push away from you. Your face follows, not ready to be done yet. I laugh, appreciating your eagerness and the devilish gleam in your eyes. I climb off the chair and stand, stripping down to just my panties, purposely turning away from you to allow a view of my round ass. It's just out of your reach, not that I'd let you touch it yet if I were closer. I can feel your eyes as they travel my body. I kneel in front of you, slowly sliding my hands up your thighs and unbuttoning your jeans. You lift your hips to allow me to pull them down. I bite my lip in anticipation as I see the bulge straining against your boxer briefs, gently reaching out and giving it a squeeze. A low growl escapes your lips. I love the noises you make when I touch you. I slip a hand under the waistband, releasing that gorgeous cock. I gasp as it springs out, hard and ready and feeling like velvet stretched over steel. I slowly stroke it, looking up at you with my big blue eyes to watch your reaction as I take just the tip into my mouth. I tease you, kissing, licking and sucking you gently as I cup your balls in my hand. Your cock twitches in anticipation as you moan. You keep tensing your fists, aching to touch me but trying to obey. You aren't sure how much more you can stand. Whenever I feel like you're starting to enjoy it too much I stop, allowing your breathing to slow a bit and for you to relax before I renew my attack. You're starting to sweat and your noises are becoming increasingly frustrated. Perfect. My goal is to excite you, not satisfy you. To get you so worked up that your only thought is of the sweet release only I can give you.

I suddenly decide you've had enough of my mouth on your cock. I tuck you back into your boxers as you growl, your voice ragged. "Damn you, no!" I smile, knowing I've got you almost to your breaking point. I stand and push firmly against your chest so you lose your balance. "Lie back, hands behind your back." I'm really starting to enjoy how compliant you've become, it's not a side of you I usually get to see. Your neck cranes to watch me and you groan as I strip off my wet panties and crawl into the bed next to you. I gently caress your face in my hand before swinging a leg over you to straddle it, keeping myself just out of reach. You can smell my arousal and it's making you crazy. "How does it look, baby? Can you see how wet you've made me by being such a good boy?" You moan. "Do you want to taste it?" You nod frantically. "Tell me."

"Please. Please let me lick you. I want to taste you and make you cum." The words sound desperate. I smile and hold the headboard, lowering myself toward your face and whimpering as your tongue makes first contact with me. The feeling is electric. I've never met a man who enjoys giving oral as much as you. You're insatiable and it's so erotic. Your mouth and tongue expertly work their magic on me, alternating between licking, sucking and lapping up my juices. I move against you, I want to prolong it but you've already got me close to cumming. You moan into me and the vibrations it sends against my delicate skin set me off, my hips bucking hard as an orgasm hits me. Your arms fly up and wrap around my thighs, holding me firmly in place. I can feel you smile as you continue your attack, making me cum again and again. You never let me get away, never let up the assault until I'm exhausted and can't cum anymore. I collapse against the headboard, breathing heavy. "You. Used. Your. Hands," I pant. With an evil grin, you shrug and return them behind your back. I kiss you frantically, tasting myself on your face. "Sit up." I sit in your lap so my back is against your chest. "Kiss and bite my neck" I instruct, "and use your hands to massage my tits."

The hungry feeling of your mouth on my neck and hands on me, wild with desire has me dripping wet. I can feel your cock raging, separated from me only by the thin fabric of your boxer briefs. "Uhhhhh...." I moan. "When I say go, I'm yours- you're in control. You ready, baby?" You grunt like an animal, a fierce beast waiting to be unleashed. You grip my breasts tightly and pull my body against you as you sink your teeth into my neck.

"Go." I whisper.