MAN OVERBOARD! Isn’t that always the case when men set out to do something though? They always seem to do a little too much, go a little too far, take things to the extreme. AJ was no exception. In his defense, however, his motives were entirely genuine and, quite possibly, there was no such thing as too much when it comes to seducing one’s wife. When it comes to husbands, he ranked up there at the top of the list. There wasn’t a special occasion, no hallmark event to celebrate; he just wanted to let his wife know that he loved her. He loved her more than he could put into words. He adored her from a place so deep, so profound, that words couldn’t adequately describe the feelings in his heart. Shirelle was his world, his reason for being, his best friend, and this was his way of saying, “I’m a better man for having you in my life.” Okay, maybe he went a little overboard when planning the special weekend but in the grand scheme of life, he could be forgiven for it.
Reservations were made at Philly’s most distinctive, luxury hotel, The Rittenhouse, and everything was set in motion. He’d placed a special invitation card in her car in the morning with instructions for her to get cleaned up real nice and meet him in room 1214 at 8 PM. Knowing his wife, that meant he had at least until 9:30 to get things ready. Not saying she operated on CP time or anything . . . well, yeah, she operated on CP time so that give him a window of opportunity to calm his nerves get everything set up the way he wanted. He was anxious and he kept remembering things he wanted to do. He ran the water in the bathtub and forgot to sprinkle the scented silk rose petals on the floor. Just as he finished that, he ran back to turn off the water and to turn out the lights . . . and light a candle. Actually it was several candles but Teddy Pendergrass would have been proud nonetheless.
He ran to his bag of goodies, pulling things out and continuing to set things up exactly the way he had planned them in his mind’s eye. He’d done his research and gotten all the toys and things he could think of to knock his wife’s socks off. That was his goal and he wasn’t going to stop until he had accomplished his mission. He’d searched AfroerotiK.com for hours and loaded up his virtual shopping cart with everything he needed to leave her a mass of quivering flesh.
He put the DVD, Advanced Sexual Secrets of Black Lovers, in the player and let it play through the advertisements and credits. He wanted it to be playing when she walked in the room, a sort of visual soundtrack to set the stage. It wasn’t really a porno; it was more like an erotic how-to video that would get the juices flowing. He stopped to watch for a moment, imagining that he would be fucking his wife in a similar fashion in a couple of hours. He couldn’t allow himself to be too distracted because there was still a lot of things to set up. He’d run the bubble bath and warmed the edible gourmet chocolate massage oil. Yummy! The champagne, compliments of the hotel, was already chilled. He still had to put batteries in all the toys. The Colossal Kit had more vibrators and toys, some of which he didn’t even know how to use. He set up the board for the Foreplay game and all the pieces and laid out everything from the Silk Seductions Bondage Kit. He was ready. The only other thing he purchased was the nipple exciter and he had that on the nightstand, ready for action when he heard the knock on the door.
“Are you crazy? You know we are supposed to be on a budget, why you got hotel room is beyond me.” Shirelle came in, loud and proud, in her usual commanding self. She had gotten her hair done and she looked stunning. If nothing else, she could make an entrance. AJ just stood and let her take everything in. She marched through the room like Sherman went through Appomattox. She was inspecting every detail, taking it all in, and beginning to feel a little overwhelmed by all that her husband had done. She didn’t let on her true feelings however, she just continued with her, shall we say, boisterous declarations and flair for the dramatic.
By the time she had finished examining every detail, she had quieted down just a little bit. She saw the toys laid out and glanced at the TV. The aroma of rose filled the air from the bathroom and she sort of just stood silently.
AJ scooped her up in his arms and kissed her passionately. It served to silence her for a minute but then she went right back to her animated self. “What’s this? What’s going on? What . . . why?” She was demanding answers and all AJ could do was laugh. He didn’t even say a word as he started undressing her. Shirelle wasn’t about to have that because she’d just spent the better part of two hours getting dressed and she wanted to at least get a couple of hours of wear out of her look, maybe have a drink at the bar. But AJ had planned things out in his mind and he was intent on trying to come as close as possible to his vision.
Once enveloped by the bubbles, Shirelle quieted down a bit. The warm water felt soothing but not as relaxing as the massager her husband was using on her aching muscles. His arms surrounded her in the water and rubbed her curves, causing her to relax and give into the flow of things. Her sarcasm was a little less biting and her gregarious personality was softening just a bit. They both wrapped themselves in the luxurious bathrobes and made their way to the bed on the trail of rose petals.
Shirelle climbed on the bed and propped herself up, watching the DVD. She’d never seen anything like it before. It was almost as if she was peeking into someone’s bedroom, watching their most intimate moments. The next thing on the agenda was a little round of foreplay, courtesy of the board game AJ had purchased. They didn’t even bother with the rules, they were both winners as they began to lick and suck each other in all sorts of sensual places.
“I have an idea,” AJ said, trying to sound as if he had just come up with a flash of brilliance. “How about I tie you up and pleasure you. You would have thought that he had said, “How about we take a trip to the moon.” Shirelle was used to being in control; she was used to asserting her will in everything she did. She was not having it. She complained, bitched and moaned the entire time he took the silk scarves and secured them to her wrists. He’d already tied them to the bed posts so he was ready for her reaction. She relented to his wishes but she was running her mouth a mile a minute the entire time, asking questions and adding her biting commentary to the evening.
It wasn’t until AJ pulled out the silk blindfold did she really put up a fuss. That meant surrender and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. “Shhhh, don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of you,” he said as he slid the satin covering over her eyes.
For the first time in the evening, Shirelle was silent. Her arms were restrained and she was cloaked in darkness, unaware of what sort of sensations to expect. AJ wanted to start things off slowly, kissing her passionately, moving his way down her body, pausing at her neck to give her gentle love bites. Shirelle bit her lower lip, stifling a moan. This was a place she’d never been before and she was caught off guard by how sensual the feelings were.
Taking his time, AJ moved lower still, taking time out to give pleasure to her nipples. He knew that was her hot spot and he reached for his secret weapon, The Nipple Exciter. Applying it gently to the left and then the right nipple, he turned up the vibrations slowly, torturing Shirelle with pleasure. Unable to move her arms, Shirelle felt trapped, but it was confinement in the most erotic prison. She fought back her moans, trying to control the situation. She could no longer form words, just guttural sounds as every sensation in her nipples sent tremors of arousal straight to her clit. Her pussy was soaking wet and AJ hadn’t even come close to touching her there yet.
AJ was hard as a rock but his pleasure was not even on the agenda for the evening. All he wanted to do was please and tease his wife. In a last ditch attempt to gain control, Shirelle started negotiating for her release. “Come on baby, let me go. We can still have some fun. Just untie me.” AJ pretended he didn’t even hear what she had said. He poured the heated massage oil on her thighs and started licking his way towards her pussy. Shirelle spread her legs and was anxious to guide his head to her dripping, hot sex. She was fighting against her bonds, in vain, and all the while relinquishing to the sensations. The Nipple Exciter was driving her insane, practically making her cum. Feeling AJ’s tongue getting closer and closer to her clit, yet still 100 erotic miles away was going to make her crawl out of her skin. She tried to use her legs to pull him closer but he was too much in control.
AJ was in heaven. His beautiful wife had been reduced to a mass of quivering flesh and he was in control of her pleasure. It was his ultimate fantasy. He loved being the one who dictated her sensations, who owned her responses. She couldn’t cum without him and that fact alone made him so turned on he almost couldn’t see straight.
The feather tickler came next and Shirelle couldn’t hold back her moans any longer. She was purring like a kitten, feeling the light touch from her nose all the way down to her toes. The next sensation she felt was something against her lips. She stuck her tongue out, out of habit, to get a feeling for what it was. She tasted the familiar taste immediately and opened her mouth, desperate to have AJ fill it with his dick. She was begging and pleading with him to let her suck him. Her pleas were from a woman who was crazed with lust. “Oh god, fill my mouth, come on sweetie, fuck my mouth. Let me just lick it a little, let me lick the head. You know it’s going to feel so good. Why don’t you just let me suck it a little.” She wasn’t sure which one of them was going to enjoy it more. All she knew was she was still feeling intense sensations in her nipples and it was about to make her go out of her mind if she didn’t experience release soon. AJ put the head of his dick in her mouth and she sucked him in like a vacuum, pulling him in with her lips. He almost lost control as he looked down and saw his restrained wife giving him the sloppiest, wettest blowjob he’d ever gotten. He took his dick out and replaced his thumb. There was something incredibly erotic about her sucking his finger like that, out of control.
He had to pull back a little or his plan was going to go off schedule. He positioned himself between her legs and used one of the vibrators to stimulate her lips. Beyond words, Shirelle was a mass of quivering flesh and guttural moans and grunts. She was communicating with feral sounds of passion, demanding to be fucked like an animal in her primitive tongue. AJ, intent to stay the course, took his time. He took his fingers and gently parted her lips. He placed his tongue softly on her clit and lapped at it gently. The bed shook with Shirelle trying to free herself from her restraints. She was screaming a string of profanity that didn’t make sense, just a litany of fuck, shit, and damn that was intended to let her husband know that if he didn’t fuck her, and fuck her hard, in the very immediate future, there was going to be hell to pay.
AJ fingered her hole, feeling the juices literally run down his hands. She was like a faucet, pouring out sweet honey. He licked her clit to near explosion and then stopped. Shirelle moaned so loud he was afraid someone would call the front desk. That fact turned him on even more.
On his knees, he took careful aim. He lined up the head of his dick with her wet slit and rubbed it up and down. Shirelle’s body contorted and twisted to get him to penetrate her. “FUCK ME. FUCK ME NOW,” she demanded. Never one to disappoint his wife, AJ complied. His fingers gripped her flesh tightly, taking careful aim, he rammed himself inside her. They both let out moans, the anticipation and buildup driving too much for them to bear. Sweat covered Shirelle’s body; her arms ached from being tied. She was turned on by the sensation and pissed off that she couldn’t see. It was that anger that inspired her more. She used the muscles of her pussy to squeeze and stroke AJ’s erection inside her. If she had any control left, it was in how her tight walls massaged him. For AJ, he realized he was no longer in control. Her reached up to untie the silk scarves and remove the blindfold and almost immediately, he felt his wife’s fingernails in his back. He was riding her like a bucking bronco and she was going to throw him off. He fucked, she fucked him back. Her body went into convulsions and he knew she was having the mother of all orgasms. He refused to give in, and he kept fucking her with all his might.
At some point in the middle of the night, he awoke. Shirelle was still sleeping and they were both pretty exhausted but it was the good kind of exhaustion. There were still a heap of toys to play with and he started calculating what other erotic tortures he could subject his wife to before checkout. He’d accomplished his mission. He’d taken his wife out of her comfort zone, silenced her presence and reduced her to nothing more than a heap of sexual flesh. All in all, it was well worth all the effort and the hard work.
Copyright 2006 AfroerotiK
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