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I suppose you could say that time had taken its’ toll. I didn’t really blame David for everything, although at the time he may have thought I did. Don’t get me wrong, we had had a strong relationship; love, friendship, the works. But time had weakened things between us. Maybe familiarity does breed contempt.
Nobody can prepare you for life, not truly prepare you. You imagine everything is fine. You decide to take a step forwards. Engagement. Marriage. Mortgage. Kids. They all sound so good. You tend to ignore stress, pain, fatigue, debt, worry, boredom, and all those nasty little adjectives which describe your impending suffocation. I don’t know if I wanted more or less. I can’t really say that I new what I wanted at the time, I just felt that life was wrong and maybe things would be better if David was on the sidelines.
I didn’t want to hurt him, just as I knew that those irritating little habits of his weren’t intended to annoy me; they just did. He’d always had more drive than me, both in and out of the bedroom. I suppose that I just got tired. Tired of the routine. Tired of the same old moves. Tired of him.
I know it hurt him when I told him how I felt. ‘Cruel to be kind’, I don’t think so, it was not kind, but I never meant to be cruel, just honest. He went through all the classic symptoms of denial, self-pity, rejection, disbelief, silence. I was truly quite worried about him even though I felt so little for him at the time. I worried about how he would cope without the routine which was causing me so much pain. He was so much like a helpless little boy.
Of course, we discussed the situation. We discussed it endlessly. My irritation grew and I started to believe that I might never be rid of him. Sorry, ‘rid’ is a bit strong, I was desperate for some space, some time to myself. I could not wait for our finances to reach a level where we could part company, both of us becoming relatively self-sufficient (David could never be described as mean, after all it was his generosity which had led to many of our monetary problems, and I knew that he would always be there to provide, if not for me, then for the girls – he doted on them).
Things did improve a little. David, having struggled to hold a job for long, either due to unsuitability or his own dissatisfaction, finally landed that dream position. I knew straight away that he’d finally found his niche. At the time however I still saw no reasons for us to stay together. It simply made separation easier for both of us. The kids and I wouldn’t be a financial burden to him and he would probably adjust much more quickly with the satisfaction he was getting from his new job. Fortunately, at the time, David seemed to be of the same opinion.
Things moved ahead and David found himself an apartment not too far from our house. He didn’t move in straight away, he just slowly moved his things in, furnishing it bit by bit so it would be ready for both him and regular visits from the children. We had agreed that this would be our course of action almost as soon as separation was discussed. The kids were always our prime concern. The least disturbance to their routines the better.
About a month or so before he actually planned to move out David suggested that we had one last evening together. “One more for the road” he called it. I can’t say I was surprised. If he’d suggested it six months earlier I would have rejected the idea immediately. However, I thought this might settle any bad blood between us. We hadn’t actually had any real physical contact for nearly a year and I must say that the idea sort of appealed to me in a sordid kind of way.
I didn’t respond to his suggestion immediately, saying I’d have think about it. A few days later, having thought about the good times we’d shared (they seemed pretty scarce at the time), I told him it would be nice to say farewell on a high note. He said he wanted to make sure it was a night that both of us would remember and I was to leave everything to him. I was a little apprehensive but I agreed, inquisitive to find out what he was planning. I quizzed him over the next couple of days, but he wouldn’t let on what he had in mind so in the end I just left him to it.
He arranged for my sister to take the girls on the Saturday before he was due to leave; they got on well with Alice, my niece, and always looked forward to staying over at her place; probably something to do with the endless girly gossip and accompanying midnight feast. He drove them over while I got ready to go out. He’d told me not to get too dressed up as he had planned a quiet meal in a bar down by the seafront, a ten minute walk from the house.
I wanted to make some effort as, to tell the truth, I had been looking forward to this evening. For all tekirdağ escort his faults I did love David, I just don’t think I was in love with him any more. Also, I have to confess, the thought of a sexy night in after our meal was really appealing. It had been too long since I’d lost myself in a bout of love making, and right then any animosity I felt towards David was right at the back of my mind.
When David got back from my sisters’ he found me ready and waiting in our lounge. It was the first time I’d worn make-up for a while and I chosen a plain, but attractive dress for our evening out. He surprised me first with his immediate compliment on seeing me. This added to the flowers he presented me with really started the evening well. It’s so nice to be pampered.
We wandered hand in hand down to the front and had a quick aperitif in a hotel just down from the bar where our table was booked. We talked about nothing in particular, just relaxing in each others company. It was so long since we had been at ease with one another, and it was good to know that we still had our friendship. I was feeling really relaxed, and just a little light-headed, when we walked over to the bar for our meal.
We sat down at a table overlooking the sea and drank wine while we waited for our food. David seemed to be as happy about how the evening seemed to be going as I was. We continued our harmless banter until the waiter brought our order. As we started eating David commented on how it was funny that we’d both chosen a light meal. I responded that if he had in mind what I had in mind when we got home, then neither of us would benefit from feeling bloated. He laughed at this. He then looked me straight in the eyes and told me that when we got home he would like me to do everything I was told for half an hour. If was unhappy with anything he was doing after half an hour, he would stop immediately and we could make love, only if I wanted to, of course.
I asked him what he meant. He replied that he had a plan which would guarantee that this would be a night to remember for both of us, but it required me to completely submit to him. He said that he would do nothing to hurt or upset me, just that he would need about half an hour to ensure that what he was planning would be as pleasurable for me as he believed it would be.
I thought ‘what the hell’. I must admit that the wine was helping my inhibitions melt and I was quite turned on by the idea of a sexual surprise. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I was keen to find out. We talked less while we ate, there seemed to be a tension building up between us. Not an unpleasant feeling, more of an eagerness to move on; to get home.
While David settled the bill I excused myself to go to the ladies room. Locking the cubicle door I removed my underwear and slipped it in to my bag. I felt like a naughty teenager, but I was damned if David was going to be the only one dishing out the surprises that night.
When I returned he was waiting by the bar. In the subdued lighting he didn’t notice my change in attire although I must say that the feel of the material of my dress against my now naked body had made my nipples very prominent.
We walked back up the hill to home fairly slowly, hand in hand but hardly saying a word. He went to get his keys when we reached the porch, but I stopped him, kissing him firmly on the lips. He responded immediately, holding me closely to him as our tongues entwined. I could feel him stirring below the waist and responded by pressing my mound towards him. I felt his hand drop to my right thigh and then slowly slide up my leg. His hand continued up unhindered by material almost to my waist. I felt a small gasp of approval when he realised that my knickers were gone.
I disengaged from him reluctantly, but after all, what would the neighbours think if they had caught us? We quickly went inside. Realising that our heightened states of passion could bring things to a premature ending, David suggested we opened a bottle of wine and relaxed before he put his plans in motion. I kicked off my shoes and made myself comfortable on the sofa while he popped upstairs to relieve himself and then went to the kitchen for the wine and glasses.
When he returned he was carrying a tray, which he placed on the coffee table in front of us. On it were two glasses and a chilled bottle of white wine. Also there was an ashtray with half a dozen healthy looking joints sat in it. I was very surprised. Neither of us had smoked much since college, and I didn’t even know that David would know where to get his hands on the stuff. I asked him and he told me that one of his colleagues at work had ‘acquired’ it for him.
David put a Pink Floyd CD on for a little background trabzon escort (essential for those moments of dope). We lit a joint each and sat back together, enjoying our wine and pleasant relaxation that was flooding through. We talked quietly together, enjoying the moment. We even giggled a little; I don’t know if it was the dope or the general atmosphere, but it was nice.
We finished our joints at almost the same time and David then suggested that if we were to put his plan in to action that I might prefer to put on something more relaxing. He told me that he’d laid out what he wanted me to wear on our bed and that he would wait for me to change. I went straight to our room, excited to find out what he was planning. Laid out was a robe I’d had for ages and next to it a pair of handcuffs. I quickly stripped off my dress and put on the robe, tying it tightly around my waist. I didn’t put the handcuffs on, but I took them back downstairs with me and handed them to David. I explained that I wasn’t sure whether to put them on infront of me or behind me. He took them from me and handed me another joint. We sat back down together and smoked without talking.
When we finished David asked me to stand and put my arms behind me. He placed the handcuffs firmly on my wrists. I expected him to pull my robe open at this point, but him simply helped me to sit down again, carefully ensuring that my arms were comfortable behind me. He then produced a scarf which he placed over my eyes, wrapping it around my head and tying it off, effectively blindfolding me.
He then got me to shuffle my backside to the edge of the sofa. He then placed a few cushions behind me and got me to lie back. I was feeling very randy and I savoured every bit of attention, not wanting to spoil things for him or me.
I felt him wrapping something (a rope I later discovered) around my ankle and then pull my right leg out, and then the same on my left. He was quite careful to make sure that my robe stayed closed while he did this. I felt him pulling the material down over my aching pussy. There I was, effectively tied of the sofa with my legs spread comfortably apart, my hands secured behind me. I was itching to discover what his next move would be. I could hear him moving around the room over the subdued music.
I felt him touch my knee and then felt him wrapping a rope around my thigh just above the knee. This pulled my legs slightly further apart, and once he had applied the same treatment to my other leg I felt completely exposed to him, even with the robe covering me!
I heard him go over to the stereo and change the CD. More Pink Floyd, this time a little louder. I didn’t hear him come back over to me and I jumped a little when I felt his hands on the waist of my robe. He slowly opened it and I must admit that I raised my pussy up towards him a little as I felt the fabric slide slowly away from me. I half expected him to dive straight in. I must say I sort of hope he would. I could feel my wetness and my puffed, outer lips were beckoning for him.
To my complete surprise he took one of my breasts in his hand and I felt him wrap a length of rope around the base of it. He did the same with my other breast and I could feel my already hard nipples begin to ache for attention as they hardened beyond anything I had ever felt before.
There I was, tied, no bound and completely exposed. I had never felt so horny before. My pussy was soaking wet, I could feel my juices trickling between my legs. That wonderful sensation when your nipples ache has spread through my breasts. My whole body was yearning for release. Not from my bonds, but for the orgasm I knew would come. The orgasm that would flow through me, satiating, and yet increasing my desire for more.
I felt naked skin and hair brush my inner thighs and then the glorious sensation of a tongue run up between my lips, roughly over my swollen clitoris, teasing my pubic hair, and on up to my navel. My mind was reeling with desire, so many mixed emotions. I wanted David inside me, I wanted him to lick my pussy till I exploded, I wanted him to tease and pull my throbbing nipples. I wanted to feel all these things and more. Never before had I yearned for so much at once. Never before had David stirred so much physical desire within me. It was pure pleasure and the anticipation was a gentle torture that I longed for.
I felt David’s body hovering above me. I could feel his hardness brushing against my entrance. My body rose to receive him, yearning for him. He held himself just beyond my reach. Teasing my lips. He kissed my swollen breasts, brushing against my nipples. Nibbling me. I thrust myself forward with every movement, longing to cum, feeling that warmth spreading upwards and sivas escort outwards from my pussy. Yearning for release.
David slowly kissed his way back down my body, my hips rising, inviting him further. His tongue parted my lips once more, seeking out my clitoris, causing me to shiver with pleasure. I was so close. So near to that peak.
David moved away, leaving me almost sobbing with frustration. I ached for him. I wanted him so badly it hurt. I felt him sit next to me. He placed his hand gently on my belly, stroking from my navel to the edge of my pubic hair, my hips rising with every downwards stroke to greet him, to invite him, to welcome him. He lovingly kissed my cheek, then my neck. I felt his warm breath against my ear. He whispered to me.
He actually asked me if I wanted to stop! The half hour threshold. I just shook my head and thrust my hips higher, his hand sliding further down, parting my awaiting lips, a finger probing inside me, awakening more sensations in my already highly aroused body. All he said was ‘good’.
He kissed my neck again, slowly moving down towards my breasts. I felt his hand brush against my inner thigh and I waited for his touch. His mouth closed around one of nipples and I could feeling him nibbling gently on me. Then I felt something hard and cool against my pussy, working slowly between my lips to my opening. David moved the vibrator against my opening, working it up and down my inner labia. My desire heightened with every movement. I felt myself thrusting down onto the approaching hardness. The wet walls of my pussy almost sucking it in. I felt every ridge of its hardness as it slid deeper and deeper within me. I offered no resistance as I felt my orgasm flow through my body. Before the toy reached my ultimate depth my whole body shuddered as the most powerful orgasm I have ever experience shook my being from head to toe.
David responded by slowly sliding the vibrator in and out of me, maintaining a steady rhythm until the shockwaves had subsided. I turned my head, beckoning him to kiss me as the rigid toy continued to excite me. I could feel my second orgasm steadily growing deep within me, so soon. He kept up the rhythm and I could feel tears of pleasure flowing free down my face as the second peak hit me. My hips rose and fell as he kept pace with me, matching my force with his thrusts.
I lay back satiated yet not satisfied.
David reached behind me, releasing my wrists from their steel restraints. I removed my blindfold and, still exposed, reached for him, pulling him close to me, kissing his face, his lips.
My hand met with his and together we slowly slid the vibrator from my warm embrace. I pulled him on to me, feeling the weight of his body on me swollen breasts. Feeling his hardness between my legs, against my lips, and then inside me.
He thrust gently into me. My wetness welcomed him. I tightened and relaxed my muscles wanted to milk every last drop he had to offer from him. My desire still at a peak I pulled him deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel those little telltale shudders as he moved in and out of me. I could the tension build within him, his shoulders tensing, his stomach firming. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his body shake with mine.
His orgasm shook both of us. His movements became stronger. I felt the passion of his thrusts as he pumped himself into my depths. I could feel me own body respond, his warmth spreading through me until his orgasm became our orgasm and I shook as he shook, I trembled as he trembled.
We collapsed together, his weight upon me, still inside me. I tenderly stroked his back as he kissed my neck and shoulders. No words were spoken. What could we have said.
David slowly lifted himself from me and released my legs from their bonds. I unwrapped the ropes around my breasts and took his hand as he pulled me to my feet. We held each other closely for what seemed an eternity. Then, taking my hand, he led me upstairs to the bathroom and we showered together. Washing each other carefully, avoiding our highly sensitized organs.
After our shower we went to bed together and slept soundly in each others arms. We awoke at first light and gently, and passionately made love. The perfect end to what was the night to remember he had promised.
David still moved in to his apartment. We still see each other though. It’s much better than it was, like when we first met. You could say we were dating although what we share now is so good. We both have the freedom we need whilst we benefit from each others company and friendship without the pain we once felt. I don’t know if we will live together again. Everything is good the way it is now and I don’t think either of us would want to run the risk of spoiling things again.
We haven’t managed again to achieve the height of passion we reached that night before he left, but I think we will one day; we’ve come pretty close and I think it will be good to keep trying. If we do I’ll let you know.
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