This should be in the chastity stories. Carol and I had been dating for a little more than 18 months when I finally got up the nerve to ask her to marry me. She agreed, holding me tight, and kissed me, at first gently, then more passionately, teasing me with her lips and tongue. She is a great kisser, I can assure you. But Carol came from a very conservative, church-going family, and our sex life had consisted of a lot of passionate necking and my wandering hands, but she had convinced me that we should wait until our wedding to learn the joy of sex together.
Weeks rushed by in a blur, and finally, the big day arrived. After a great ceremony attended by most of our friends and family, we set out for our honeymoon week, a rustic cabin complete with a fireplace, king size bed, and a hot tub. I was crazy with anticipation. Carol has full, firm breasts and a small waist, but it is her butt that really stops traffic- perfectly curved, she looks fantastic in a tight pair of jeans. I think she wore her tightest pair that day, to whet my appetite!
After supper, she suggested that I get into bed after I had removed all my clothes. I was a little disappointed that SHE was not going to strip me, but then I remembered that she was very shy. I was about to get the surprise of my life.
“Michael, would you be upset if I suggested we do something- well, something some people might call kinky?” I got about twice as hard while stammering something like, “No, Honey, what did you have in mind?” With a sly smile, she reached into her purse and pulled out not one, but two pairs of handcuffs. They had been a “gag” wedding gift from a friend at her bridal shower, but she intended to put them to use. I eagerly agreed, and she quickly cuffed my wrists to the head of the bed. She then said she would be back in a moment after she changed for bed. I expected her to return in some sort of lacy nightgown; my eyes almost bulged from my head, though, when she came out of the bathroom wearing black fishnet stockings, high heeled black ankle strap shoes, black garter belts, and long black arm stockings- and nothing else. Her breasts were magnificent, her body stunning.
What followed was an unbelievable night of sex. She kissed me and used just one hand on me to keep me hard for what seemed like hours, saying how much she liked her new toy. I was stunned when she massaged herself with my shaft and came twice, while I was still throbbing and without relief. She ran her hands over my handcuffs, making sure they were secure, and then went back to her slow stroking, driving me crazy. Finally, she mounted me and rode me slowly. When I began to thrust up to her, she would just slide off. “Hold still!” she demanded. “I’m in charge here- I’ll say how fast, and when you finish. Start that bouncing around again, and I’ll go sleep on the couch- and leave you here.” Stunned, I did as she said- and after another 30 minutes of slow grinding, she let me cum- I thought I was dying. My whole body spasmed with the most intense, powerful, breath-taking orgasm I have ever had. We drifted off to sleep together, me still handcuffed, her head on my chest.
I awoke the next morning to the smell of frying bacon. I started to get up, but my hands were still handcuffed. I was starting to get a little annoyed- I needed to take my morning trip to the bathroom- but she insisted on serving me breakfast in bed. Since I was still handcuffed, she fed me- it was very hot because she was still wearing only stockings and heels. Then she got a really serious look on her face and began to speak.
“Michael, have you noticed how happy my parents are? Don’t you wish our marriage could be like theirs?” I had to admit that they seemed like the perfect couple. They were always smiling and laughing together and seemed very close. Her Dad seemed to always be doing some little thing for her Mom- shopping for her, helping clean the house, going on errands, etc. “Mom told me the secret of her marriage. She has always been the center of Dad’s life because she has made certain that she would always be the most important person in his life. My grandmother went through a terrible divorce; my granddad had an affair on her, and Grandma never got over it. Mom was determined to never let that happen to her. That’s why she took certain steps to make sure her husband would be faithful to her. I intend to take those same steps with you.” By now I was really confused, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next...
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