Good Vibrations - Sex Stories

Good Vibrations

... not late. We came directly home, where she read as I worked a cross-word puzzle. We retired early, and while there was cuddling, that’s as far as it went. Like I said, it had been a hard week. I woke up that Saturday morning at about five am due to an insistent pressure in my bladder, then crawled back into bed and fell back asleep. I’m not sure how long I slept after that, but when I finally woke I noticed two things. One, Marissa was not in bed with me; and, two, I could not move. I was tied spread-eagle to the bed, naked, by four of my silk neckties. Now, naked wasn’t unusual; we both slept that way most of the time. But being tied up was a first. “Hey, um, darling,” I said kind of loudly, “is there something that I should know?” My raven-haired temptress came floating into the room. “Why, whatever do you mean?” she giggled as she dropped her bathrobe to the floor. My eyes took in her freshly showered nudity, and the physiological effect was almost immediate. She walked over and sat on the bed. Then, taking my growing hardness into her hand, said in that same giggly voice, “Well, it’s a good thing you’re tied down. This is a rather aggressive penis you have here.” She walked over to her night stand, opened the drawer, and took out her vibrator and turned it on. “Tell me,” she said, “did he get this hard yesterday while you listened to me and my little friend playing?” I had been caught! I blushed, and nodded my head. “Would you like to hear some more?” she asked, her ...

... voice suddenly lowering to that slightly huskier and sexier tone she gets when she is on a sexual quest. By now, my cock was as hard as it could get, and twitched. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Straddling my chest on her knees as she faced me, she leaned back so that her pussy was in clear view but totally inaccessible. I could see that she was already becoming aroused. She began to slowly run her finger up and down her outer labia, then through the soft black hairs covering her mons. The dark nipples on her perky 34C breasts were hard, and I could detect the growing scent of her desire. I groaned. “You know how I love playing with myself for you,” she whispered. “It gets me so hot. Look, I’m getting wet already,” she went on, as she used her fingers to spread her lips, revealing the moist treasure they protected. “Oh, and look, my little man is waking up,” she said, as she pulled the hood back from her swelling clit. “I guess he’s here to join the fun, too.” Using just her fingernail, she flicked the nub, sending shudders through her own body. With one hand giving her nipples a firm going over, she continued to play with her pussy with the other; alternating between the entrance to her vagina and her now fully engorged love button. Her pussy was getting so wet that her juices began to drip onto my chest. Her breathing became ragged. Little yelps came from her throat. I’d seen her masturbate enough to know that she was on the verge of an orgasm when she suddenly stopped. Sliding off ...