When I entered the room, I was pleased to see that she had done exactly as instructed. She was lying naked in the middle of the bed; her hands above her head; a blindfold over her eyes and her long legs wide apart. I stepped closer, retrieving the red silk cord from under the bed. Making a noose, I slipped it over her wrists and tied the other end to the headboard. “Is it too tight?” I asked. “No…” she sighed. When I was done, I stepped back, inspecting my handiwork. She was now totally helpless; vulnerable - mine to do with as I pleased. The thought excited me and I could already feel the urgent throbbing in my groin. But first I had to fetch a few things. In the kitchen, I filled a small tumbler with ice, poured a shot glass of hazelnut liqueur and rummaged through the grocery cupboard for the squeeze bottle of maple syrup. Then I returned to the bedroom where I placed everything carefully on the bedside table. I quickly undressed and stood silently watching her, fisting my erection. Then I approached the bed. I removed the feather that I had placed under the pillow earlier and knelt between her spread legs. Very lightly I ran the feather up the inside of her leg, from her ankle to her thigh. She moaned softly. I ran the feather down her other leg and stopped. I waited a few seconds and repeated the process. Her lovely, neatly trimmed pussy was a deep moist pink; the lips already puffy and glistening wet with excitement. I smiled and reached across for the tumbler of ice. The ice cube was melting fast as I held it between thumb and forefinger. I touched it to her nipple, which puckered at the cold touch. Her breath caught. I circled the nipple with the ice, ran it across her chest to the other one and then down her flat stomach to the juncture of her legs. I stopped just above the triangle of downy pubic hair and then returned to her breasts. She made soft mewling sounds throughout. When all the ice was gone, I took one erect nipple in my mouth, rolling it between my upper teeth and my tongue. She groaned and lifted her hips from the bed. I stopped. “Don’t stop. I love it when you suck my tits.” I ignored her plea and crawled to her side, reached for the bottle of syrup. I squeezed some onto my fingers and brushed it along her lips. “Here, taste this,” I whispered. Eagerly she opened her mouth, hungrily sucking at the sweetness. When she had cleaned my finger I removed them from her mouth. Next, I took a sip from the shot glass of liqueur and kissed her. My tongue parted her lips, allowing the nutty liqueur to trickle into her mouth. She sucked eagerly at my tongue. I broke the kiss and got off the bed. I moved down and again knelt between her spread legs. A glistening strand of liquid ran between her open pussy and the inside of her smooth thigh. “You have a beautiful pussy. May I taste it?” “Please. Oh please…” She sighed. Leaning forward, I savoured the earthy smell of her excitement, before licking at the sweet stickiness. I ran a pointed tongue around the outer lips of her cunt, savouring the taste. She lifted her hips towards my face. “Yes, lick my pussy, please.” I grabbed her legs and pushed them up against her breasts, opening her even wider for my ministrations; her wet pussy an exotic flower with fleshy pink petals. “Ohhh…” She jerked as my tongue touched the puckered rosebud of her anus. My pointed tongue stabbed at the tight entrance a few times before I licked upwards, along the length of her cunt. “Yes, there… right there, Honey,” she moaned as I reached her exposed clit. Then I sucked the stiff little bud into my mouth and circled it softly with my tongue. “Please don’t stop. Yes… yes…” she whimpered. I continued doing this for a while, my touch light; steady. “Yes… Use your finger in my ass, while you eat me, please.” I knew that she only liked that when she was really excited. I stopped licking and inserted my middle finger into her wet cunt. When I removed it, it was coated in a thick layer of pussy juice. Then I circled her tight sphincter with my sticky finger and slowly, carefully slid the digit deep into the tight warmth. “Ohhh, yes, that feels good,” she moaned. Then I returned my attention to her wet pussy. Again I sucked the erect clit into my mouth and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. I continued for a while, my rhythm steady and insistent. Her breathing was heavy. Then I felt her thighs shudder and she shouted: “Ahhh… ohhh… fuck, eat my pussy. You’re making me CUMMM!” Now I sucked her whole pussy into my hungry mouth and could feel her clit throbbing against my tongue as I drank down the sweet nectar of her release. When the spasms of her orgasm had abated, I removed my mouth and finger and said: “I’m going to roll you on your side, okay? I want you to suck me.” I helped her to roll over. “Yes, I want to taste your big cock. Put it in my mouth,” she agreed. I knelt next to her face and with one hand guided my erect cock to her mouth. She opened her lips and licked at the pre-cum oozing from the head. “Hmm, that tastes nice and sweet.” She continued licking the head, her tongue flicking at the underside where it meets the shaft. I could stand it no longer. “Yes, honey, suck that cock,” I groaned and pushed it into her sucking mouth. She sucked me deep into the warmth of her mouth. I knew that if she continued I would blow his load, but that was not what I wanted. I wanted to cum inside her cunt. “Whoa, slowly, I still want to fuck that beautiful wet pussy of yours,” I warned and withdrew from her mouth. I leaned down and kissed her – tasting myself on her lips. “Roll back onto your back,” I ordered. She silently obeyed. Again I spread her legs and positioned myself at her moist entrance. I slowly entered her, watching the thick shaft slide into her warm wetness. I supported my weight on my arms and slowly rocked on top of her – barely moving. She thrust her hips up at me, but I warned: “don’t, I’m going to do the fucking.” “Please, fuck me harder. I want to cum again. Please…” Slowly I picked up the pace, pushing deeper; harder. Again I pushed her legs up against her chest – her ankles around my neck - and then I fucked her hard, my cock almost slipping out completely before I slammed it back into her, driving the breath from her. “Yes, fuck me. I’m your slut. Fuck me. Cum in my wet cunt!” she shouted breathlessly. I knew from experience that she became very verbal; very foul-mouthed when she was close and hearing her talk dirty excited me. I fucked harder and with one hand removed the blindfold from her eyes. I loved looking into her eyes which would turn luminescent cobalt blue as she came. “Ahhh! Fuck… I’m CUMMING! Again… cum with me, Honey,” she shouted, her face flushed with excitement; her lustrous auburn hair a tangled halo around her head; her lust-filled blue eyes locked onto mine. After a few more thrusts, I groaned, “ughhh... yes, here it comes…” I buried my cock deep inside her and felt spurt after spurt of hot semen shoot deep into her throbbing pussy. “Oh God, it feels so good when you cum inside me,” she whispered. Eventually, I removed her legs from around her neck and lay down on top of her. I kissed her deeply and then reached up to untie her wrists. Once free, she hugged me to her breast. He could feel her heart beating against his chest. “Do we still have some time before your husband returns?" I asked, hugging her back.