We have a great life together, been married about eleven years now and a few years into it I asked him what he fantasizes about. He had a big smile go across is face, sort of looked downward then back up at me and said I probably would either laugh or leave him if he told me. I was thinking come on, how wild and crazy could they be, he was the most honest man I had ever met, honest to a fault from what his mother told me about the siblings all growing up together. He never talked about past girlfriends, admitted to me when we were first getting intimate that he had in fact been with other women before me, I told him the same and was not a virgin or a slut.
He finally came out with one. I was a little surprised by it but certainly knew he had this as a fantasy and would never act on it without consent. I barely had to think about it, I trusted him with my life, trusted him to never do anything that would even hurt me or make me think less of him. I told him Okay, just at least give me an idea of when he wanted to do it because, you know a lady has that time of the month so that would definitely put a damper on it. He told me no worries, he could tell when that was going on for sure and I was thinking that he had cracked some code of women with this and he replied back saying, Nope, just see the wrappers in the trash next to the sink when it is going on. The man is a genius for sure and I never thought about it.
So after several weeks of coming home from my girls evenings and any other time I came home and knew he was already home I walked into the house on edge waiting for him to jump out at me. Nothing was going on though, no fantasy fulfillment yet. Then one evening while having to work late I came home not even thinking about it as I walked thru the house, the TV was on, lights were on, everything seemed completely normal then a pillowcase came down of my head clear to my waist and he wrapped duct tape around me binding my arms to my sides and picked me up taking me to the basement. I stared at the fabric hood on me thinking, my God what is waiting for me down there?!? Suspension bondage, that is what, the man had been working on a set up for weeks perfecting how to suspend me from the beam in the basement and play with me sexually. His fantasy you ask? Force a woman to orgasm and do what he wanted with her sexually. Oh my God it was the most amazing thing for the next probably two hours, my body experienced things never before done to me. The foreplay was intense, the orgasm denial near torturous but tenderly done to me. I almost had an orgasm when he put this thing in my mouth holding it open then held my hair making me suck on him. I cannot explain it, nearly sent me of the edge with pleasure. The tickling though had me gasping for air, barely could talk as I begged him to stop it as his fingers worked every tickle zone on me and there are a lot!!
When it was all over I was spent, could not even tell you how many orgasms I had and gave him. Once I was back on my feet and we were hugging I told him he could do that anytime he wants.
