Author: OneIdleHand
Title: My Wife, the Way I Sometimes Want Her
Summary: My wife is willing to go along with some of my kinky games, this time which involves exhibitionism and verbal domination. Somewhat kinky, but involving only the two of us
Story codes:  mod verbal Mdom, exhib


My Wife, the Way I Sometimes Want Her

It was a clear night, but there was a cool breeze.  As Hayley stepped 
from the car, the cold air passed quickly through her skirt, a chill 
reminder that she wasn't wearing panties, or a bra, for that matter.  
Still, her husband, Steven, let her dress conservatively enough that no 
one would notice.  Although, her breasts did jiggle as she walked.

It was Friday evening, and they had just shared a nice romantic dinner 
at their favorite fondue restaurant.  It had been quite a surprise.  Her 
husband had arranged for his parents to baby-sit through Sunday 
afternoon. On the one hand, she was excited to be away from the house 
and the kids for the weekend.  The trouble was, Steven had that "kinky" 
look in his eyes.  Sometimes, he seemed to plan for sex.  This wasn't 
bad, except that he usually had expectations of her, expectations which 
she found difficult to fulfill.  Like pretending to be a "Mistress" for 
a night, or even giving him a lengthy blowjob.  She didn't mind doing 
different things, but she preferred good old-fashioned sex, regardless 
of position, as long as his cock was in her cunt.  And she didn't like 
to be responsible for the foreplay.  She preferred that he do the work 
of turning her on, rather than the other way around.  So his "schemes" 
were often half-played and concluded, likely, with some disappointment 
on his part, though he never complained.

Their sex life had dwindled lately, due to generally being busy, raising 
kids, and his occasional business travel.  So while she was looking 
forward to some intimate time together, she knew that this wouldn't be 
like a vacation.  She should have suspected something when he helped 
clean up the house.  That made sense only after his parents arrived.  
The house was, at least, presentable.  But his intentions became 
clearer, if unspoken, when he directed her to her outfit for the 
evening.

He had stayed in the room, watching her change from her sweatpants and 
T-shirt.  When she had reached for the skirt on the bed, he had simply 
pointed towards her panties and said, "off with those."  As for the bra, 
"and give me that."  She put on a gold silk sleeveless blouse, with a V-
neck that gave a small hint of her cleavage.  Tucked in her black, 
almost knee-length skirt, the blouse made her 38C breasts look 
pronounced.  But he had also laid out a black jacket that would make her 
breasts less obvious.  He had tossed these into their dirty clothes 
basket as she began her makeup.  He had disappeared for a short time 
while she "freshened up."  Then she found a suitcase and began packing.  
Steven had returned, however, and said, "Uh, that won't be necessary.  I 
packed your stuff earlier today.  You just need to pack your 
toiletries."  A very reasonable thought had occurred to her that, in all 
likelihood, this was the last she would see of undergarments for the 
weekend.

And, with a mild disappointment, she realized that Steven was "scheming" 
a weekend, not just for a romantic time together, but for sex.  Or more 
specifically, sex orchestrated to please him.

After saying goodbye to the kids and his parents, they had left for the 
restaurant.  Dinner had really been quite enjoyable as they caught up on 
events during the week.  Then he shifted the conversation, in mild 
tones, thankfully, so that people in other booths couldn't hear.

"We've gotten a bit lazy about sex, lately.  You've been reading romance 
novels, I've been watching sports on TV, one or both of us has been too 
tired, and the kids have ruled our evenings to some degree.  I've been 
planning this surprise weekend for several weeks, but it wasn't until 
this week, sitting alone in motel rooms, that I decided what I wanted 
for the weekend.  And that, my dear, is you."

Whether he paused to collect his thoughts or paused for effect she 
didn't know.  The result was a large question mark in her mind, suddenly 
jumping in font size and becoming quite bold.  She had suspected a 
scheme, and now he was going to tell her.  Wouldn't he?

"I have another surprise.  I've made reservations for a month from now 
for a weekend in Savannah, GA, in an old bed and breakfast downtown.  
That's going to be a romantic weekend.  Walking, shopping, dining at the 
waterfront.  But after eleven years of marriage, I haven't been fully 
satisfied with our sex life.  Most of the time, it's great.  But, 
sometimes, not all that often, even, I want you in a different way.   
This isn't about love; it's about sex.  And this weekend, that means 
more than an hour in the bed making love.  I want your body, that is, I 
want you to give me your body, any way I please."

Hayley exhaled slightly.  "You want me to be your sex slave?"  What else 
could it mean?

"Yes.  But it's more than that.  It's not that I want a woman to do 
anything I want.  I want the woman that I love, my wife, to give me her 
body, to do whatever I ask, for my pleasure."

Not for her pleasure.  "And you're buying me off with another 
more.conventional.trip to Savannah?"

"It's booked regardless of how this weekend goes."

Hayley considered what he had said.  Steven had not had sex with another 
woman before they had married.  In fact, he had hardly dated.  She 
wasn't concerned that he would be thinking extra-maritally, because she 
was confident in their love and their lives together.  But he needed to 
experiment.  And, he wanted to do it with her.  That made it something 
worth doing. 

"Okay."

Steven smiled at that.  "Okay, what?"

"Okay, from head to toe, I'm yours."  Steven just looked at her, with 
patient expectation.  She knew what he wanted to hear.  "I'll do 
anything you say."  There.  It was easily said, anyway.

Steven became very still, looking deep into her eyes, a very contented 
grin on his face.  The moment was awkward due to its length.  After 15 
to 20 odd seconds, his eyes slowly lowered from hers, pausing to 
consider her nose, her ear, her cheek, her lips, then her neck.  She 
wasn't sure how his look should be interpreted.  She didn't feel like a 
piece a meat being examined.  He was somehow communicating sex, and if 
not the act, then certainly the sensuous possibilities of.well, more 
than just her face, but her flesh.  Then his eyes dropped quickly to her 
left breast.  The restaurant was somewhat cool, but her nipples were 
hard for another reason, entirely.

Hayley watched his eyes.  Intense.  They slowly circled her breast, then 
crossed to her right breast.   His constant grin made his eyes seem to 
twinkle.  The thought was interrupted when she realized that his grin 
had given way to movement.    The grin returned, and it seemed the 
strangest of time warps when the sounds he had made registered in her 
brain.  Show me.  She exhaled sharply.  His eyes had never moved.  

The table across from  them had just emptied, and a busboy was clearing 
it, his back to them.  They were at the end of an aisle, and she was 
facing towards the wall, where no one in the other booths could see.   
She opened her jacket more fully, as it covered about half of her 
breasts.  Then she untucked her blouse.  A quick look confirmed the bus 
boy was wiping the table.  She waited until he finished and walked away, 
and then she quickly raised part of her blouse to expose her right 
breast, the one he had continued to look at.  She flashed her nipple, 
then lowered her blouse.

He looked into her eyes.  His grin was gone.  Her little show she had 
found exciting, but his disappointment was obvious.  He spoke, in short, 
measured tones.  "The breast.  Not the nipple."  His eyes lowered to her 
left breast, indicating what he wanted.  She gathered the bottom of her 
blouse in her hands, then raised it, quickly, as high as she could, 
exposing herself.  She saw him hold up three fingers.  What?  Then he 
closed them, and raised one in a counting motion.  Oh.  She held the 
cloth until his fingers counted three, which he certainly did in no 
particular hurry.  But the grin and the twinkle returned.  As he counted 
three, the hostess stepped directly to the side of her table, her back 
to Hayley.  A couple was seated across from them, and Hayley quickly 
covered herself.   As the hostess stepped away, their waiter returned 
with their check.  He apparently couldn't help his eyes from wondering 
briefly to Hayley's chest.  She was covered, but the silk blouse did 
nothing to disguise the full curves underneath.  As he turned to leave, 
he made eye contact with her and smiled, and it was moments later that 
she realized her untucked blouse probably had given him more than a 
subtle hint.  She tried to discretely tuck her blouse back in.  She 
hadn't been embarrassed to this point, but now her face flushed red as 
Steven and the guy in the opposite booth watched her stuff her blouse 
back into her skirt.

Shortly, when they were on the highway, she was quite pleased to see 
that they were heading downtown.  That is, assuming they were going to a 
hotel.  She couldn't imagine Steven taking her to a club or a bar.  It 
just wasn't his taste.  As he pulled up to the Marriott, she decided she 
was really looking forward to the evening.   The restaurant had been 
kind of fun, really, and despite their light talk on the drive, Steven's 
expression reminded her of a child seeing all the presents under the 
Christmas tree for the first time.  She had never stayed in a hotel 
downtown, and, despite, or maybe because of, whatever Steven might want 
her to do, she felt like a gift box ready to be unwrapped.

Her husband carried one of their suitcases, leaving another in the 
trunk.  Registration was quick, and soon they were entering a non-
smoking room on the 20th floor with a king size bed.  The room was 
tastefully decorated, and the view had a good angle of the city skyline, 
although the hotel across the street blocked some of the view.  

He placed his hands on her shoulders, something more akin to a coach 
than a lover.  "I love you very, very much," he said, and I'm looking 
forward to our evening together."  He pulled her close, but only close 
enough to give her a long kiss on the lips.  But their bodies didn't 
touch.   He tilted his head slightly, and then he kissed her on her 
neck.  This was her body's trigger to get in the mood very quickly.  In 
this case, she was already in the mood, so kissing her neck made her 
ready to be ravaged.  

"First, I want you to take a bubble bath."  He reached in the suitcase 
and produced a bottle.  "Also, I want you to shave your legs and all 
your cunt hair, except a vertical line about ¬" wide.  I'll see you when 
you're done."

Although she was ready for his cock in her cunt, the idea of a bath 
sounded great, as he had not given her time to prepare before leaving 
the house.  She had shaved her pussy before, and although she didn't get 
anything out of it, she knew her husband did.  So she went to the 
bathroom.

When she had finished, she reentered the room, naked and towel-less, 
expecting to have her itch scratched in the very near future.  The room 
was dark.  She called for her husband, but he didn't answer.   She 
turned on the lights, looked for him, and almost tripped on a chair when 
the phone rang and startled her.  As she raised the receiver and sat on 
the bed,  she realized that the curtains were open in the window.  She 
was torn between covering  herself and closing the curtains when she 
heard her husband on the phone. 

"All clean?"  She hadn't even thought to say "hello." 

"I feel much better.  Where are you?," she asked.

"I'll ask the questions.  You obey.  Sit in the chair in the middle of 
the room, and tell me what you see."

She hadn't noticed it in her rush, but he had rearranged the table and 
chairs.  The chair was set about 10' from the window, facing the window.  
She didn't like the prospects of being seen by someone in the 
neighboring hotel.  She quickly sat down, hoping that Steven would get 
this over with.  "I can see a building across the street."

"How many rooms can you see?"

"I can see 10 or 12 rooms."

"Good girl.  Open the suitcase, which you should be able to reach from 
the chair."  Her chair was at the foot of the bed, and the suitcase was 
at the edge.  She opened it, and didn't find any clothes.  "There is an 
envelope.  Open it and read it to me."

She read it.  "I am a sex slave for the weekend.  Because I have 
neglected to share my body with my husband, I will offer any part of my 
body and do anything that you ask.  As I read the rest of this letter, I 
will cup my breasts with one hand and play with my nipple."  This was 
embarrassing.  What if someone was looking?  She read ahead, now 
pinching and pulling a nipple, her "mood" quickly fading, hoping this 
would end soon.  "Because I have been stingy with my body, I will show 
anyone who is looking what it is capable of doing."  This was madness.  
She was glad that all the windows across the street were dark.  And 
anyway, no one could recognize her face at that distance.  She continued 
reading the letter aloud.  "When I am done reading these instructions, I 
will reach inside the suitcase pocket and put on the blindfold.  I will 
then remove the vibrator from the other pocket and bring myself to 
orgasm."

"Do it.  I will return shortly."

As she slipped on the blindfold, she was still comforted that there were 
no lights in the rooms across the street.  She inserted the vibrator and 
started playing, but it was much harder to get in the mood again, 
especially with the world watching.  It just didn't turn her on.  Still, 
the faster she orgasmed, the sooner she could close the curtains.  She 
increased the pace of her thrusts with the vibrator.  Nothing.

She had to find some way of getting this over way.  How would Steven 
know if she came, anyway?  A thought struck her that perhaps he was in 
one of the windows across the street.  The idea worked, anyway.  She 
spread her legs, giving her phantom husband a show.  She began rubbing 
her clit with one hand and moving the vibrator with the other.  Let him 
watch.  She felt the familiar sensations beginning to build, but it was 
slow.  It took..a long time, but when she was at the crest, she gave 
herself to it and came with a shout, or was it a whisper?  But it was 
good.  When she caught her breath, she raised the blindfold and closed 
the curtains.  He didn't say she couldn't.  She laid down on the bed, 
waiting for him.

It took him a lot longer than she had thought.  He came in quietly, as 
passkeys made a lot less noise than keys.   "Where were you?"

"Hush!  You will be silent unless I ask you a question.  Now, go open 
those curtains, all the way!"  The curtains had been open about 8', and 
she was surprised to find that, as she opened them, the window covered 
the full length of the wall.  There were lights on in some of the rooms 
she had not seen before, and she retreated quickly from the window.

Steven turned on more of the lights in the room  "Get on the bed and 
stand on your knees."  She did, thinking that if this were a stage, she 
would be in the spotlight, which was not a welcome thought, now that her 
passion had subsided.  He climbed on the bed and placed the blindfold 
over her eyes.  He pulled  her arms behind her and tied her wrists 
together with Velcro straps.  She felt something slip around her neck.  
More velcro.  It somehow connected to the Velcro holding her wrists.  He 
leaned her forward, so her head was resting on a stack of pillows and 
her ass was in the air.

She felt his fingers rub the smooth skin of her cunt, softly, checking 
for sharp hairs, perhaps.  He wouldn't find any.  His finger entered her 
pussy, and his thumb rubbed her clit.  "You did a good job of shaving, 
slave.  I wonder, have any of your heroines in your romantic novels been 
treated as a sexual slave?  What do they call their captor?"

"Master," she managed to say.  

"Good.  And what do they withhold from their master?"

"They resist at first, but they always give in," she said.

"Why?"

"Because they secretly like it," she said.  And, she admitted, to some 
extent, she did so far.

"And although not intentional, what have you withheld from me the past 
several weeks?," he whispered in her ear.

"Sex", she answered.

"Be more graphic," he said as he applied greater pressure to her clit.

"My breasts, my nipples, my pussy," she said.

"What else?"

Her breath was getting shorter.  "My hands on your cock.  My tongue on 
your cock."

"On whose cock?"

She understood.  "My Master's cock."

She felt him remove his hand from her cunt, and he began to lightly run 
it over her spine, along the back of her thighs, along the side of her 
breasts, and along the side of her cheek to her lips.

"And what will you withhold from your Master this weekend?"

"Nothing," she said.

"Nothing," he repeated.

He helped her stand.  She wanted his cock in her, and she was dizzy from 
standing so quickly.  He moved her.  As the cold pane of glass first 
pressed against her breasts, she realized where she was.

"Your punishment for your absent sexual appetite over the past several 
weeks is this.  Any person who looks out their window from that motel 
will see you.  You will be anonymous with the backlighting and the 
blindfold.  Yet I'm certain that they will be able to see your breasts 
and your cunt."  With her hands still tied behind her back, her breasts 
were thrust against the glass, and he moved behind her to press all of 
her against the glass, spreading her feet as he did so.  She was chilled 
on the outside only.

"Let's see, slave.  There are 5 windows that I can see clearly that have 
their lights on.  To end this, you must beg your Master to fuck you in 
front of the window."

She didn't consider the embarrassment, because she wasn't particularly 
embarrassed.  She could hear Steven stripping, so she wouldn't be the 
only one naked.  And the odds were astronomical that anyone she  knew 
would be in the opposing windows on that particular night.  Besides, she 
knew enough about how light worked that she was certain anyone who 
looked would know that she was naked and getting fucked.  But with the 
light behind her, she would mostly be a dark shape.  And she wanted that 
fucking.

"Please, Master, fuck me.  I want your cock in my pussy.  Fuck me hard.  
I know I've been a bad little girl.  Fuck me so anyone out there can 
see."  He pulled her back slightly from the window, and then placed his 
hands under her tits, feeling their weight.  Then he turned her to a 
profile view, and began pulling on her nipples.

"Yes, master.  Pull on my tits.  Show me to anyone out there.  Please, 
Master, fuck me now.  I'll do anything you want.  My body, my sex is 
yours.  Just give my your cock!"

She felt him undo her wrists.  He had her spread her legs and with her 
hands against the window.  She continued begging him, and he entered her 
hard.  She said all kinds of things, wanting his cock deep inside her, 
feeling his balls slap against her ass.  

As they entered a rhythm, he pulled her blindfold off.  She was now much 
more aware of how revealed she was.  The glass went from wall to wall, 
ceiling to floor.  The lamp in the corner illuminated her much more than 
she would have anticipated.  She could be seen more clearly than she 
thought.  The building next door now seemed much closer than it had 
before.  She looked up a floor and saw two silhouettes in a lit window.  
She became aware of how hard she was breathing.  Looking down, she saw 
how flushed her breasts were, and how trim she had shaved herself.  She 
looked again at the people in the window.  They were embracing; she knew 
they were watching.her.  She felt so exposed; she wondered if others 
were watching from the darkness.  She was also turned on.

"Slave, pull on one of your nipples".  There was no way she was going to 
stop now.  She pinched a nipple and pulled it hard.  The people watching 
were sure to know what she was doing.  Her husband reached around and 
pulled her other nipple towards the floor, stretching and twisting it.  
Her pussy was on fire.  

"Show those people how good at fucking you are."  She replaced her hand 
on the window and pushed her hips back into Steven's cock, hard.  "And, 
talk dirty."

Feeling like a complete slut, she lost all reserve with her verbal 
encouragement.  "Fuck me, fill me with your cock, cum in my pussy, let 
them see how good I can fuck."  She could hardly speak and whispered 
between thrusts.  "I want to be a good slave!  Fuck me!  Fill me up!  
Use me."  As she climaxed, she whispered, "I'm so exposed."  

He sat down in the chair, which he had turned for a profile view for the 
window.  "You've done well.  Now lick my cock clean, slave.  Remember 
you have an audience."

She kneeled and licked the cum and her juices from his cock with long 
strokes, like a lollipop, knowing that this was what he wanted .  When 
she was done, he said, "Go clean up.  You obeyed very well, which 
pleases me.  But remember that just because tonight is over, you are 
just as much my slave tomorrow."

The next morning, they both awoke late.  Steven ordered room service, 
then he ate quickly and took a shower.  As he was dressing, he said, "Go 
ahead and bathe; take your time.  I've got a quick errand to run."  
Steven hadn't discussed the previous night, and as she looked out the 
window, Hayley wasn't sure how she had managed not to be humiliated, if 
not extremely embarrassed.  She was now.  She closed the shades and went 
to take her bath.

He returned after half an hour, just as she was ready to get out of the 
tub .  "Hello," he said, "You look and smell beautiful today."  
Compliments were always nice, although after last night.  Here's your 
clothes for today.  Alarms went off in her head.  

She opened the bag, and, as she expected, it contained a surprise, but 
one she could live with.  The bag had a pair of denim shorts and a denim 
jacket vest, white socks, and sneakers.  As for underwear, there was a 
black see-thru bodysuit.  It was almost opaque, yet she knew her breasts 
and nipples would be visible when it stretched over her body.  The suit 
went from a g-string to completely cover her torso, tapering to a tight 
circle around the neck.  With the vest on, however, she knew the outfit 
would only invite mild curiosity.

As she dressed, he re-opened the curtains, which she didn't want to get 
near.  She might see someone.  He finished packing, and they left the 
room.

As the elevator began to go down, the view of the inner atrium was 
breathtaking.  As she was enjoying the view,  he said, "Slave, turn 
around and open your vest quickly."  No one was in the elevator, but 
still, she didn't do it quickly.  Her knew her aureole were clearly 
visible through the suit.  "Okay, close it.  I just wanted to remind you 
that until Midnight tonight, you're still my sex slave."  This at least 
gave her hope of a relatively relaxed Sunday.  Still, she wondered if 
she had enjoyed it.  She wouldn't have done it on her own, exposing 
herself like that, but the feelings of being wanton and publicly 
displaying herself had only heightened her physical lusts.  She wouldn't 
tell him that.  But if showing her off to others was his kink,  she was 
thankful that he had done it in a safe way.

They returned to the interstate and headed north of town.  They stopped 
at a Cracker Barrel for lunch, which included a short wait.  She had 
several disapproving looks in the gift shop from the occasional senior 
citizen who bothered to figure out what she was wearing, but she 
received even more second glances.  Her vest was pulled almost close 
enough to button, showing the mesh suit in the gap.  When she moved, it 
revealed her breasts more or less, usually less, she thought.

Lunch came quickly.  The waiter had done fairly well keeping eye contact 
when taking their order, but after each look glanced to her chest.  The 
vest had opened slightly, and she was regularly checking it and 
adjusting it.  "Hand me the salt, please".  She looked for the salt, and 
noticed it was closer to him than her.  "Now."  She quickly reached 
across, knowing that he would see much of a breast.  Steven smiled, and 
she shared in it with a short laugh.  Fortunately, they were sitting 
against a wall and her back faced most of the tables.  The rest of lunch 
passed without incident.

They had stayed at The Last Resort once before, which had been a quiet, 
peaceful weekend.  It included about 20 cabins scattered over the 
mountain, each with a fair amount of privacy.  As they were driving up 
the small mountain, he said, "I managed to get a cabin that would rent 
for just one night, rather than the whole weekend.  Someone had canceled 
their reservation."  He left her in the car as he checked in, and they 
drove on to their cabin.  As she had hoped, it included a hot tub inside 
the cabin.  

"Make yourself comfortable," he said.  "I'm going to the grocery store 
to pick up some food and drinks for supper and breakfast."  After he 
left, she locked the door, shed her clothes, and hopped in the hot tub.  
After she was thoroughly warmed, she showered to get rid of the chemical 
smell.  She dried off and went to the bed.  Her clothes were gone.

"Where's my clothes?" she asked as she went down the loft steps.  

"I put them in the car.  It's reasonably warm in here, and if you get 
cold, hop in the hot tub."  It was about 3:00 p.m.  "A football game is 
coming on the TV, which I'm going to watch.  Look beside the bed, and 
there's a bag and instructions."  Oh no!  She really wanted a nap.

The note read, "I forgot to bring any movies.  And, I'm sure you want to 
nap.  Therefore, the video camera in the bag has a blank two hour tape 
in it.  Half-time will likely be in 1.5 hours.  All of your vibrators 
are in the bag.  Videotape yourself masturbating until half-time starts.  
Then you can stop and nap until the game is over.  I may check on you to 
make sure that I get a full length movie.  Things you will do for the 
camera are as follows:

On your back, slowly rub your pussy lips.  Eventually move your fingers 
to play with your clit.  Before you put a finger inside your cunt, I 
want your other hand to softly grasp, pull, and generally arouse your 
tits.  You will play with your nipples also.  You will work your cunt 
long enough to enter three fingers.  Then, you can begin using the 
vibrators.  I want to see you using the vibrator lying on your back with 
your legs spread, bent over with your pussy in the air, and squatting on 
it as if you were on top of me.  I'm not interested in any editing, so 
you can move the camera as you need to, but don't stop and start it.  
Show yourself completely to the camera.  Climax, then nap.  Obey me 
now."

The next hour and a half was very difficult.  She did it to please him, 
but her thoughts of it being on tape generally worked against the 
arousal she created the vibrator.  Football noises in the background 
didn't help either.  Once again, she found herself embarrassed, but at 
least people weren't watching.  She found a good place past the foot of 
the bed and to the side to put the camera and left it there.  She could 
move on the bed in a way that would show everything.  She worked her way 
through his list of positions.  Finally, she heard the second quarter 
end, and seriously worked herself to a climax.  It wasn't anything close 
to the best or biggest, but most importantly, it was over.  She turned 
the camera off, and napped.

It was getting dark when she awoke.  The football game was almost over.  
She went down the stairs and hopped in the hot tub.  "When you're done 
in there, I want you to cook the spaghetti I bought."  Cooking in the 
nude.Hopefully no one would look through the kitchen window.  She 
noticed that the window curtains were shut.

As she cooked, she became more and more aware of her nakedness.  She had 
to be very careful around the stove and handling the hot water for 
spaghetti.  The cool air from the refrigerator made her nipples hard.  
She was even more aware of her nudity because her husband frequently 
looked at her with a grin while he was watching T.V.  And he was wearing 
shorts and a T-shirt.  She entertained herself while she finished 
preparing supper thinking if only the roles were reversed.

After dinner, which he had complimented her on, he asked her to come in 
the living room.  He had her bend over the narrow side of a short table 
covered with a blanket.  Her breasts hung beneath her on the other side 
of the table, and her head rested on a pillow on a short chair.   After 
making sure she was reasonably comfortable, he tied her thighs to the 
table and her arms to the chair.

"Now, it's time to watch your movie.  She had suspected this as soon as 
she had seen that her head more or less pointed towards the TV.  And, 
she was in the perfect position for him to fuck her.  He plugged in the 
video camera to the VCR, and hit "play".  She really didn't want to see 
this.

The picture was much grainier than she had expected.  Suddenly, she 
realized the tape wasn't the one she had just made, but one made last 
night, apparently from one of the rooms across the street.  It showed 
her, not clearly, but naked sitting on the bed, talking on the phone, 
moving to the chair. So that's where he called from!  She felt Steven 
insert a finger in her cunt as she watched.  She could easily make out 
her bodily features, and she was relieved that her face wasn't clear.  
The lens zoomed in, and suddenly, it was clear.  She watched in 
fascination as she played with the vibrator, had her orgasm (she could 
make out her facial expressions), standing and stretching, closing the 
shades, the shades opening, her arms being bound behind her, and being 
moved to the window.

When she finished masturbating on the tape, Steven moved beneath her 
hanging breasts and sucked and played with them.  She was on fire, 
again.  As she was moved to the window on tape, she felt him clamp 
something on her nipples.  It didn't hurt, but it was heavy.  Looking 
down, she could see a clothespin with a screw with nut placed through 
the handle.  Clever, she though.calibration.  She saw that what looked 
like a fishing line weight was dangling from each clothespin, thus the 
weight.  As the tape showed her starting to beg to be fucked, she felt 
his cock head on her slit.  She wanted him, and wanted him hard.   

"Talk dirty," he said.  He parted her with one full stroke.  She began 
talking, begging him as she had the night before.  As he pounded into 
her, the fishing weights bounced savagely, pulling on her nipples as he 
often did with his fingers.  He fucked her hard and fast, and she 
quickly lost her voice and her breath.  She orgasmed first, then he came 
inside her.

He didn't give her a chance to rest.  He raised her carefully, and then 
he removed the weights from her nipples.  She had expected some pain, 
but her nipples just felt warm.  He untied her, reached to her cunt and 
gathered fluids on his hand, and then rubbed them on her breasts.

"You're not done yet," he said as wiped more of his cum and her juices 
on her breasts.  "Your clothes are by the door in a sack.  Put them on.  
Drive down to the registration building, and return with an X-rated 
video.  I asked them to save one for you, just tell them your name."  

She was about worn out.  She was certain she smelled like sex, 
especially with their fluids so much closer to her nose.  Still, she 
dressed, in the shorts and white T-shirt that he had provided in the 
sack.  It was no surprise that she wasn't given panties or a bra.  The 
shirt had unusually thick fabric, but it was tight.  The wetness of her 
breasts didn't make the T-shirt transparent, but rather it made the 
shirt stick tightly to her breasts.  She drove to the desk, asked for a 
reserved video from the female clerk (thank goodness!), flushed when she 
saw that the title was "Wives Stripped and Fucked in Public," and drove 
back to the relatively safe comfort of the cabin.

She climbed the steps to the cabin.  The door was locked.  Her husband 
was sitting against the rail at the far end of the porch.  "Your body is 
mine until midnight.  It's now 10:00 p.m.  I'm going to go inside.  You 
can enter when you take off your clothes, put them in the car, and knock 
on the door naked."  She was getting tired of this.  It was dark, the 
car was 20' from the porch, and there was only one cabin nearby and its 
lights were out.  Okay, okay, she thought.  She went to the car, climbed 
inside, turned the cab light off, and undressed.  She climbed out, shut 
the door, and all but ran to the steps, which made her tits bounce.  She 
saw that her husband was watching through the window.  She knocked on 
the door.  

"What's the secret pass phrase?"  Fine time to get cute, she thought.  
She looked around, and there was no sign of anyone, but she could hear a 
car in the distance coming up the gravel road.

"Please, Master!"  

"That's good.  `Please, Master, what?'"

"Please, Master, let me in the door?"

"Nope.  Try something more sexual."  The car was getting closer.

"Please, Master, Let me in so you can fuck me.  I'll do anything you 
want!"

The door opened just as the car's headlights were becoming visible at 
the turn.  She hopped inside.

"Put the tape in the VCR, and climb in the hot tub."  That sounded good, 
at least.  He remained on the couch, playing with his cock.  After 15 
minutes, he said, "Dry yourself off and come here."  The movie had 
included a mixture of realistic of obviously staged sex.  But the forced 
stripping of the women in front of other men, well.it had turned her on.  
"Lie on the couch with your head on my lap.  Suck and lick my cock."  
She couldn't see the movie, but she knew the day was almost over.  She 
hadn't noticed it until the flash went off.  He had picked up a Polaroid 
camera and taken a picture of her with his cock in her mouth.  Then 
another with her tongue on his cock.

"All right," he said, sit on your knees on the floor.  She did, watching 
him stroke faster and faster on his cock.  He leaned forward and 
ejaculated cum on her breasts.  He had apparently been playing with 
himself while she was gone.  She didn't figure he had that much left.

"Now, you're getting very close to the end."  Steven put a blindfold on 
her, and whispered in her ear, "Now, my sex slave, lift your breasts to 
your mouth and lick them clean."  Her mind rebelled.  "Do it, or I'll 
wipe it all over your face and fuck you on the hood of the car."  

Objections came to mind, but instead, she licked.  He took pictures.  
"Get it all," he said. "Lick it all up."  

Hayley had never licked her breasts, and she didn't particularly like 
the taste of cum.  But it was at that moment that she realized that her 
very flesh wasn't just needed by her husband from time to time.  Rather, 
it was the gifting of it to her husband, in trust, that he had desired, 
and that she now understood.  

After she had cleaned her breasts thoroughly, she was very, very tired.  
Steven watched the pictures develop, very pleased with himself.  He 
reached behind a chair, and pulled out a bag.  He unzipped it, showing 
that it contained clothes, including underwear, and, most importantly, a 
toothbrush and toothpaste.  

After she had cleaned herself up, she returned, to find that Steven had 
prepared her some ice cream and a Coke.  It was a favorite treat.  He 
pulled her close and kissed her, then wrapped her with a tight hug.  "I 
love you very much.   I'm surprised at how much you let me do, and how 
far you would go.  But I want to thank you for sharing your body with me 
this way.  There's probably very few men in the world who could live out 
that type of fantasy with their wives.  It's not that I want you to 
behave like that all the time.  Whether I needed it, I don't know.  But 
I wanted it.  I wanted you, and your body, without the preoccupation of 
pleasing you or having to persuade you to give it.  Do you understand?"

Hayley, although refreshed, was still very tired.  But the words, "I 
love you," had been missing through the weekend, and though she knew it 
was true, the verbal expression of love was as important, or more 
important, to her as sex. 

So, rather than responding verbally, she set aside her dessert and 
stood.  She smiled at her husband, walked to the door, and with her back 
to her husband, removed her T-shirt over her head and bent over, 
removing her shorts and panties.   She opened the door, smelling the 
fresh mountain air.  She reached over and turned on the front porch 
lights, which lit the surrounding pines like a campfire.  She turned to 
her husband, leaned her head in an invitation for him to follow, and 
stepped outside.  

The hood of the car felt cold to her skin as she bent over it.  And 
rather than looking around to see if any of the neighboring cabin 
occupants were about, she closed her eyes and lowered her head to rest 
on her arms on the hood.  She heard Steven's footsteps, hurrying.



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