Fair's fair, tied to the bed by my wife.

As noted before, all my stories are true.

My wife is a petite, shy, self-conscious Asian woman. Long black hair streaming over perfect shoulders and a gorgeous, curvy little body with perky tits and a perfect ass. All of which she likes to hide under turtlenecks and long pants, unfortunately.

But a few weeks earlier, she had shocked me by requesting that I tie her up. Not only that, but she'd wanted seconds and thirds for the following nights! I had obliged her, of course, and that story is already posted here...

Tonight, she asked idly if I had liked that. Of course I had, I'd ended the third night with a huge pearl necklace and facial for her that thrilled me and embarrassed her! I was absolutely ready for another go at that!

So she broke out the soft straps, tied to the corners of the bed, and told me to lie down.

Apparently it was my turn.

I did as I was told, lay back and let her slip the restraints around my wrists. She adjusted them so that I couldn't easily move or get out. Then she got up and left the room, leaving me tied up, still in my boxer shorts.

A minute later she came back, wearing an outfit I hadn't seen since the honeymoon. A shiny black short dress, barely covering her ass, that she'd bought at a kinky shop during her bachelorette party. Her cleavage was pushed up, her hair was tied back, and that was it. No shoes, no stockings, just bare legs.

I was ready. This would be great. Her favorite way to fuck is usually to end up riding cowgirl. I knew what to expect.

She climbed back on the bed, looked at my boxer shorts for a moment, then climbed all the way up. She put her knees on either side of my head. I was looking at her bare pussy. This was not expected.

She lowered her pussy tentatively toward my face. I reached up and kissed her when she got in range. She giggled and pulled away, sitting up higher, then lowered it again. I kissed her again. She gasped and then sagged further, burying my face in her crotch.

I had no choice, I had to eat her out for all I was worth. I started working my tongue inside her while my lips played over hers. *Mmmmmf* was all I could say.

I could see her riding me, her eyes closed, both hands fondling her own chest through the sexy outfit. When she started to moan, she reached forward and grabbed the headboard, then I felt her thighs press against my ears. She held on for dear life as I licked her off. I tasted a rush of warm, sweet nectar from her and she soaked my face.

Still riding the orgasm, she leaned back and finally reached behind herself to my throbbing, waiting cock. She grabbed it with her right hand, still in the boxers, and started to stroke.

It was too much. I was a two-pump-chump. I moaned loudly, myself, my mouth still covered by her throbbing pussy, as I unloaded into my underwear. I could feel it soaking me and running down the side of my waist.

Her eyes opened slightly as she grinned at me. "Did you finish already?" she teased. She finally started to rise, pulling herself off my face, and slid off the bed on unsteady legs. "Oh, you're a mess!" she told me, unhelpfully. Then she went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

I was left, still tied, face covered in her juicy orgasm, my boxers soaked, my poor cock still throbbing and cumming a little, and a sticky mess all the way down to my own ass, humiliated and spent.

I'm still waiting for her to do it again.