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Initiation

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Initiation

The night he picked for his wife?s initiation was warm and inviting. He had tormented her the previous week by hinting that he had a special treat, just for her. As the day drew close she was filled with bewilderment and anticipation. Finally the evening arrived; the husband laid out her clothes; a silk blouse that buttoned down the front, a short skirt that accentuated her nicely shaped ass, thigh high stockings, a matching string bra and thong, finished off with high heels and a double strand of pearls.

The evening started with dinner at her favorite spot. He sweet talked in her ear while he caressed the silky skin of her inner thighs. Once the meal was finished, and feeling that she was primed for an unforgettable evening, he drove to a local hotel. Having already checked in he directed her straight to the room. Upon entering the room the woman?s attention was drawn in two directions at once. The first was that the room was lit only by candlelight. The second and most interesting revelation was that all of the furniture had been removed from the center of the room. The space was not empty however, for it contained a wooden chair.

The chair, displayed like a throne, was simple yet sturdy and had brightly colored scarves tied to each of the front two legs. The husband asked his love if she might like to have a seat. She smiled and allowed him to escort her to the chair, eyes filled with questions, but knowing everything would be alright.

Once seated, the husband told her ?I have a treat for you, but it?s a surprise, will you indulge me?? The woman smiled and nodded her head, mesmerized with curiosity. He walks around to the back of the chair and lays his hands on her shoulders; he gives a gentle reassuring squeeze, before sliding a silk scarf over her eyes. He bends close and whispers in her ear, ?I have been waiting a long time for this, I hope you enjoy.? He then moves in front of her and kneels, sliding his hand up her ankle to her knee then the thigh. Rotating his hand inwards he slid it back to her ankle gently parting her legs in the process. He can feel the warmth radiate from her, hear her breath quicken, and know she is getting increasingly excited. Using the silk scarf?s he ties first one, then the other ankle to the front chair legs. Giving the ends of the scarf a firm tug he drops them and turns his attention to her tense calves. He traces the curve in slow lazy circles, enjoying the soft feel of her skin, feeling the goose bumps that rise as he slides his hands closer and closer to her pussy. He stops short of the goal. Then barely breaching the edge of her thong he finds she is already wonderfully wet. He grins from ear to ear and pulls away from his horny wife.

Cool air crossed her warm thighs as he stood and began to pace. She hears him tell her of things he wishes he could see, one is her pleasure at the hands of another woman. He goes on to tell her that he thinks her pleasure would be highly erotic to watch. To prove his point he walks back over in front of her and leaning close, grasps her wrists and lifting her hands, places them directly on his already hard cock.

Before she had time to react, she was taken aback to hear a soft knock on the door. He released her wrists and walked to the door. A rush of cool air makes the fine hairs on the wife?s arms rise and she hears only one word her husband saying ?Hello?.

The door is closed, the dead bolt sounding like a gun shot in the quite room. The husband approaches he beloved, and without touching he walks behind her and whispers in her ear, ?You have a choice dear, you can have your hands free or your sight, choose.?

The wife thinks about her choice for a moment or two, and then says ?sight.? The husband chuckles and still without touching her, steps off to the side and makes him self comfortable in a chair, maintaining a direct view of his wife bound to the chair.

The room was totally silent for moment or two, until broken by the wife?s startled gasp and slight jump as she felt a feather light touch on the back of her head. First one hand followed by a second ran its fingers through the wife?s hair, gently tugging on it every few inches. Releasing the strands at the end the hands return to travel down the wife?s shoulders. The wife?s mind raced. She was positive her husband had moved to the other side of room, and she was sure that the hands that touched her were smaller then his. Yet if they were not her husbands then who was touching her? The unknown touch traveled down each side of the wife?s arms. As the person leaned into the wife?s back, the touches ran past the curve of her elbow, she felt a warm breath caress her ear, and heard a soft and feminine voice ask a simple question ?May I?? Without waiting for an answer the wife?s arms were gently pulled behind her back.

Unsure of her voice, the wife simply nodded her agreement. The woman tied her captive?s wrists together, taking her time, prolonging the anticipation. Feather light fingers stroked the wife?s hands and fingers, and traced heated trails back up the back of her arms, up and over her shoulders and continuing down her front without the slightest hesitation. Lazy cycles were drawn around each breast, and with each rotation they varied in pressure and intensity. The wife?s nipples hardened so intensely they could be seen from across the room, and the husband, from his vantage point had a first class view.

The warm breath still hovering near the wife?s ear was then accompanied by a moist, warm tongue. Licking and teasing the soft skin from ear lobe to collarbone and back. The tongue darted out and captured the ear lobe and guided it into a scorching hot mouth. Instantly the sharp pain of being bitten heightened the wife?s senses, intensified her pleasure, and at the same time reminded her of reality. She also had no clue whom was tormenting her so.

The hands of the Captor were not idle, they were slowly, teasingly, unbuttoning the woman?s shirt, exposing a new inch of skin with each release, much to the delight of the husband. Once a clear path had been opened, the earlobe teasing tongue flickered its way along the wife?s jaw line, down the side of her neck and made a bee line for the edge of her bra. Soft and tender the tongue licked along the bra line, playfully teasing, then without warning, the captor stood took a firm grasp of each half of the wife?s bra and tugged. The material gave way, and before the beautiful breasts had a chance to bounce a second time the Captor moved around her side, slides one hand under each breast and held them like melons. She dipped her head down and while licking and suckling the nipple of one breast, she would torment the other, lightly pinching, twisting it and flicking it with her fingernail. Her actions were deliberate, calculated, and yet unpredictable.

Finally having her fill, she slid her hands down the wife?s rib cage, across her lap, and down to each knee cap. Changing direction and returning back along the same path, the Captors fingers slid under the edge of the wife?s skirt. The fingers paused but only long enough for a simple two word question. ?May I??

Not hearing any objections the Captor smiles a wicked smile in the husband?s general direction and rather forcefully pushes the wife?s skirt up her thighs. The wife draws a deep breath but does not protest. With a fluid motion the wife?s thong was grasped and ripped directly off her body. The scanty piece of cotton was completely soaked. The wife squirmed in her chair, moaned a deep and animalistic sound, and licked her lips in rapid repetitive movements.......

The wife had never felt such anticipation, although she wasn?t entirely sure what she was anticipating. As she tried to calm her breathing which had quickened dramatically, she took a second to reflect on her situation. Her wrists were bound behind her back, her ankles to the chair; she was sightless from the blindfolded. The only part of her still free was her mind and that was working overtime wondering what her husband was thinking as he watched from wherever he had wandered. She was mildly curious who the woman was, fairly certain she did not recognize the voice.

Sensory deprivation does interesting things to the remaining senses. Take way ones sight and hearing amplifies, catching the softest sigh or the restless movements from across a room. Restrict ones movement and their skin becomes alive; almost ultra sensitive.

The wife felt goose bumps rise in response to the Captor who was trailing her fingers over her skin. Having started at the knees, fingers and more accurately, fingernails, were inching along her smooth soft thighs, lightly raking the skin, stopping just short of her pussy. The wife squirms in her chair, moved by a primal need to have her clit touched. The hot skin of her exposed ass slid across the cool wooden chair almost without effort or thought, simply driven by need. The Captor finally brushes the outer edge of her pussy, caresses the swollen lips, feels the wetness and the heat, then zooms in on the power button. As soon as her clit was touched she felt a bolt of immense electricity like pleasure. It raced through her whole body, causing her ears to ring so loudly she almost didn?t hear her husband asking her a very direct question.

Did she want a lovely, yet unknown ladies tongue on her quivering clit and wet pussy?

She nodded her head yes, but that was not a proper response he tells her. He wants to hear her say what she wants. Saying the words out loud she realizes that she does really want this unknown tongue on her pussy, she wants to feel it lick her, taste her wetness, make her cum. The first touch of tongue on clit draws a deep moan from the wife. The feel of hot breath blown over her wet clit makes her squirm, but it is the slow suckling of her clit that nearly stops her breath.

The Captor continues to work her magic, licking and sucks pussy and clit, bringing the wife to the edge of climax then backing off only to renew the pleasure followed by a retreat. The roller coaster ride is a mix of pleasure and agony. Finally she is released by her first explosive orgasm. Not allowing a moments rest the woman continues light teasing licks around the swollen clit. Sliding a finger along the swollen crease she slips it in. The wife?s pussy is incredibly hot, slick, and velvety. A second finger is added and the fingers pump in and out in unison to the tongue which has renewed its assault on her clit. Not satisfied with only inducing two orgasms, the Captor doesn?t stop until the wife has cum three times.

As she rises to depart she pauses a moment, leans over and runs the tip of her tongue along the wife?s lower lip. Pleased to see it swollen and recently gnawed upon, the Captor prepares to leave the couple to their evening. As the room stops its spinning in her head, the still bound wife remembers that she had originally been given a choice by her husband, her hands free or her sight. She had chosen sight yet was still blindfolded. She half heartedly complained that the she was disappointed in the recent events because she wanted to see who had given her such pleasure and she demanded to have the blindfold removed immediately!

Expecting to see the woman, who had made her cum so hard, she is surprised when there is no one there. She turns her head first one direction; then other until her eyes find her husband. He is standing slightly behind her, blind fold in hand, with a very aroused smirk on his face. There is no one else in the room and even to this day, he offers no explanations about who the woman was that night.

Her initiation into an unexplored world was complete, but the experience would not be her last, not be a long shot.

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