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Subject: {ASSM} "Ropeless Home Antics"  (MF wl bond humor rom)
Date: Wed,  3 Sep 2003 07:10:04 -0400
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"Ropeless Home Antics"  by Shades O'Grey (MF wl bond humor rom)


"So, how do we want to do this?" I asked my wife.

"I didn't have any details in mind," she said.  "I just thought
it might be fun if you tied me up.  You know, a little role 
play.  That's all."

"You're sure you wanna do this?"

"It was your idea."

She had me there.  To be honest, I hadn't thought she'd be 
interested.  We were just talking fantasies.  It wasn't like I 
had cold feet, I was just taken aback.  "OK, so, how do we do 
this?"

"Well," she began.  "I can play The Innocent and you can be The
Ravisher."

"Traditional sex roles, eh?"

"Why not ... this time."  The twinkle in her eyes suggested that
she had more in mind than she was letting on.  "Hmm, I don't 
have any all white lingerie.  Oh, well, I've got something in 
mind I can wear."

"What should I put on?"  I didn't have any leather, and I didn't
want to look like a thug.

"Dress athletically," she suggested.

"Huh?"

"Look like a he-man-jock-stud."

I gaped.  "I'm six foot one and I weigh one fifty.  I used to 
run from jocks in high school.  If you're hoping to be ravished
by a he-man, you're going to be sorely disappointed."

"It's a role play, you goof," she said.  "Be creative."

"OK..."

"Oh," she added, "we'll need a word or phrase that means 'stop'
in no uncertain terms."

"Why not just 'no'," I suggested.  "Or, do you want to say 'no'
and have me keep going?"

"I don't know," she paused.  "Do you want to hear me say 'no' 
and keep going?"

"No," I replied immediately.  "I want to do some role play and
 light bondage.  I don't want to do any S and M."

"Good.  Me neither.  If I say 'no', I mean to stop."

"OK."

We checked on the kids to be sure that they were indeed asleep.
She had me wait while she went into the bedroom for a moment.  
She emerged with a bundle of clothing and went into the bath-
room, locking the door behind her.  This was really happening!

I went into the bedroom and looked in my dresser for something 
"athletic".  Yeah, right.  I'm a cyclist, not some -- hey, wait
a minute.  That's it!  I grabbed my black tights and a red tank
top. Stripping myself, I put on the tights sans undies.  Hmm. 
Maybe I should tease myself so that a bulge shows.  But, I  
didn't know how long she'd need to get ready, so I just put on
the tank top.  It was nearly as snug as the tights.  It was 
quite possible that if she teased my nipples enough, they'd make
the top tent out.

When I looked in the mirror on the closet door, my first thought
was, Good shit, that's athletic?  I'm thin, covered in hair and
I'm wearing skin-tight clothes.  Ye gods, I'd better make sure 
the blinds are closed tight.  If any of the neighbors saw me, 
they'd die laughing.

I turned the bed down and began planning my role.  Our bed 
didn't have convenient posts to tie her wrists and ankles to,
so I'd have to improvise...

Oh, shit.  What am I going to tie her with?  It's not like we 
have rope or hand cuffs just lying around.

My belt was leather.  I can't tie a knot it that.  Shoelaces?  
Nah.  With my luck, the knot would become so tight we'd spend 
more time trying to undo it that actually having sex.  It was 
then that I heard the bathroom door open.  I ducked into the 
closet so that I could watch her enter and surprise her.

She was wearing a floral robe that didn't quite close around 
her.  After two kids and her already generous bosom, that was 
no surprise.  Of course, when I bought her the robe, I was 
hoping it wouldn't close completely, hee hee.  I could use the
sash to tie her.  Under the robe, she was wearing a fuchsia 
nightie that had short lace sleeves as well as lace around the
low scooped neckline.  Her auburn hair had been pulled into a 
pony tail and, she was wearing make up.  Mauve lipstick with 
subtle blush and eye shadow.  Dropping her clothes by the foot 
of the bed, she turned and saw me.  To my chagrin, she giggled
a bit.  Great.  Well, time for the role play.

"Come here," I said, trying to sound stern but not aggressive.
With the slightest of smiles, she approached.  Note to self: 
she's a much better actor than I am.  Damn.

I placed my hands on her hips and drew her close for a kiss.  
Hands braced on my biceps (OK, on what passes for biceps on 
me), she turned her head slightly so that I missed her lips,
kissing her cheek instead.  I thought about commanding her to
meet my  lips, but decided against it.  I was not going to try
any quasi-authoritarian bullshit.  Instead, I was going to 
restrain her so I could please her without her distracting me 
by pleasing me back.

So.  I gently kissed the proffered cheek.  I could tell she was
playing at hesitation, but she molded herself to me.  Moving my
hands moving to her back in a full embrace, my lips followed her
jaw to her chin and up the other cheek.  She was starting to 
press herself into me, despite her Innocent character.  I kissed
her eyelids, ever so slightly, I wasn't even sure if she would 
feel it.  Judging by her reaction, she did.

We broke the embrace, holding each other's gaze.  Damn, she had
powerful eyes.  Aren't I supposed to be the on "in power" here?
She was completely "in character", as her gaze was expectant, 
hesitant, eager.  How she was able to express conflicting 
emotions so effectively was beyond me.  I've really got someone
special here, I thought.

"What are you going to do to me?"  she asked, wide eyed.

"Give me your bathrobe sash," I said softly, using no trace of 
the sternness I'd used earlier.  When she did nothing but stare 
at me with those impossibly deep eyes, I began to slowly untie 
the simple knot that held the robe closed.  Pulling the sash 
free of the loops that held it about her waist, the robe fell 
open revealing the fuchsia nightie that caressed her curves so 
wonderfully.  With the sash gathered in one hand, I pushed the 
robe off her shoulders so that it slid down her arms to fall 
about her feet.

Taking her gently by the chin, I lowered my lips to hers.  Slow
at first.  Slight was the contact.  Pressing my lips a little 
more firmly, I licked her lips.  Tentatively at first, it was 
like seducing her the first time all over again.  But, I had a
twist in mind.

"If you're wearing any panties, take them off please," I said.

She actually blushed and said, "I'm not wearing any."

"Good.  Turn around please."  Once she did, I said, "Put your
hands behind your back."  She did and then I began to bind them
with the sash.

"You're using the sash?", she laughed.  Damnit, she just had to
laugh, didn't she.

I gave her a half-hearted spank, which only made her laugh more,
and said, "I didn't have a chance to look for any rope or any-
thing.  Sheesh."

"Sorry," she giggled.  "Back into character."  The change was 
immediate and complete.  "What are you going to do now?"  Well, 
the change wasn't that complete.  She giggled again.

"I'm going to please you as you deserve without giving you the
opportunity to distract me by doing anything other than have as
many orgasms as I can coax from your lovely body."  I'd finished
tying at that point.  'Bondage'.  Yeah, right.  That knot 
wouldn't have held anyone.  "Get on the bed, please."

With her hands tied behind her back, that was easier said than 
done.  I had to help her and there was much more giggling and 
light-hearted spanking.  Even then, I was little more than 
tapping her backside.  I couldn't really hit her.  It's a good
thing she hadn't asked for real spanking.  I couldn't have done
it.

The mood was light indeed by the time I had her in the middle of
the bed.  Kneeling beside her, I started stroking her breasts
through the nylon of her nightie.  Using the lightest touch I 
could, it wasn't long before her breathing became little more 
than controlled gasps.  Her nipples were soon tenting the 
fuchsia fabric beneath my hands.  I kissed her again, and she 
responded out of character, kissing me back hungrily.  Then 
again, maybe she was still in character, if my memory served me
well.

I wanted to drive her crazy.  So, I kissed her nipples through 
her nightie.  Using my teeth gently, I began pushing her closer
to orgasm.  My hand crept up her thigh to her labia, gently 
stroking while I continued teasing her nipples.  I kissed her 
mouth again, hard, while my finger circled her clit.  She was 
starting to come.  Two fingers just inside her pressing 
rhythmically against her G-spot drove her over the edge into her
first orgasm of the night.

I brought her down slowly and kissed her tenderly.  Once I was
sure she had drifted from orgasm into afterglow, I began 
kissing my way down her body.  With her hands were behind her,
 she couldn't lie flat on her back.  Pushing her nightie aside
and gently parting her legs, I kissed her just to the side of 
her labia.  I repeated this gentle kiss on the other side and 
then again on her mons.  I had not actually gone down on her 
yet.  I was teasing her and she was starting to breathe raggedly
again.  Once her hips began trying to move towards my evasive 
lips did I actually kiss her vulva.

I was relentless.  I almost never got the chance to just please
her without her reciprocating.  It wasn't exactly a powerful 
feeling I was having as a satisfying one.  She was coming again
and she wasn't touching me in any way to distract me.  It's like
a game we play when we make love.  We try to see if we can cause
the other to stop what they're doing and just gasp because they
can't possibly do anything else.

So it came as a great surprise when I realized her hands were 
on my head as she came against my mouth.

"Hey, you weren't supposed to --"

My words were cut off by her kiss.  The act was gone.  She came
at me with a hunger that would not be denied.  Her lips pressed
against mine, her tongue sparring with mine as her hands slipped
under my tank top.  "I need you," she said between kisses.  Soon
my tank top was gone and her lips were fastened to my nipple.  I
was the one going crazy now.  We were both working to get my 
tights off.  Once they were gone, she had me in her mouth, 
bobbing quickly.

Before she took me to the point of no return, she lay back.  I
didn't bother trying to take her nightie off.  Kneeling between
her thighs, I plunged into her.  To hell with the role play.

Her arms were around me, her fingers in my hair.  We kissed, 
lips and faces and necks, while I thrusted and she bucked.  With
all the tension that had built up, I didn't last very long.  I 
came hard, burying myself deep within her.  Even after I'd come,
I continued to thrust, gradually growing slower and gentler.

After a while, we just lay still letting the afterglow overtake
us.  She eventually said, "Sorry for breaking character, but I 
just had to have you."

"My pleasure," I replied.  She shucked the nightie and I turned
the lights off.  Sated and exhausted, we fell into a deeply 
contented sleep.



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