My husband was talking to our son in the living room giving him some instructions for the afternoon. I wasn't paying much attention at the time. I probably should have been.
I had written a note earlier. I was going to give it to him later but figured now was just as good a time. It wasn't a long one -- just a reminder about how much I loved him. We had an argument a few days earlier and I needed to let him know he was still on my mind. As I stepped into the back bedroom to deliver it he met me at the doorway. He opened it casually and smiled as he read it. His only remark was, "How convenient".
He led me into the bedroom where I saw the massage table set up. I giggled a bit which is something I always do when I am nervous. He had it placed inside the squat rack that had been...converted. I already knew what was coming. We were a couple of weeks into our second attempt at a BDSM relationship. Normally, this sort of thing was reserved for the evenings after our boy went to sleep but he surprised me today. He pulled me around to the end nearest the wall facing the rest of the room. Wrist restraints were laid about halfway up the table. He pushed me face down onto the table and secured the velcro so my arms were straight out in front of me but tied to either side so that they could not touch each other. Then he secured ankle wraps at the table's legs. Next he pulled down my pajama bottoms which I hadn't taken off yet. My giggling had stopped and heavy breathing started.
He stood at the front of the table and told me to try to escape. He has always liked to see me "struggling" when restrained. The cuffs were tight but they were velcro. I couldn't twist my way out so I started scraping the end against the edge of the table. Very slowly the velcro started to tear itself back. At first it was just a corner but I slowly pulled it back. After a minute or so I was making progress. He decided to help a bit so I wouldn't tear up the pleather of the new table. Instantly I twisted back and grabbed toward the other wrist. I was almost out. But he stopped me. Laughing a bit, he knew he shouldn't have helped me at all. He was back on top of me. This time wrapping the wrist a bit tighter. He wasn't going to let me out again.
I closed my eyes when I saw him going into the cabinet. That is where he kept all of the bondage gear. Paddles, whips, cuffs, straps, and gags. I knew it was going to be a ballgag. He had taken to using those more the last few weeks. I told him I hated them because it made me drool. He told me he liked to use them BECAUSE it made me drool. He secured it a little tighter than I like. I tried to make a little sound but he walked away to sit down at the desk. Porn. I knew it.
He opened up a folder with a few different videos listed. He called them off and asked me to choose. He knew it would make me uncomfortable and embarrassed. I don't really like to watch porn. I mean sometimes I do,but this time he chose: "MILFs with big tits", "Brunette in bondage", "MILF compilation", "Blonde girl with ballgag '' and a few others. Clearly he was going for a theme here. He asked me to choose again. I grunted my answer but with the gag it sounded ridiculous. He laughed and asked again. I blurted out "MILF Compilation" a few more times until he clicked it. My god he was going to make this even weirder than it needed to be.
He approached me from the rear and rubbed some coconut oil on my pussy. It was already getting wet but he wanted to make sure I was ready for him. I heard his pants unbutton and slide down to the floor and anticipated his cock. He was slow and deliberate as he entered. I groaned slightly through the gag which was starting to pool saliva up and ooze out of my mouth. He started to narrate the video as the couple on the video began the formulaic performance. The usual oral sex from him on her then her on him followed up with a few positions that showed the camera everything. He was still pumping me but something was wrong. After thirty or fourty thrusts he would stop for a break.
Another movie and another formulaic performance with another big breasted MILF. But this time he added some detail ensuring that I was watching how the girls in the movie cleaned their partner's up every time he climaxed and my husband made sure I took notice that she swallowed every drop.
More repetitions and more short breaks. Normally he keeps going without any stops. It was clear that the table height was set incorrectly and he was having to do sets of squats to fuck me from behind. He began to sweat by the third set of couples we watched.
Periodically when we have sex he re-applies lubricant but today he just kept reaching out to the front of my gag or the puddle of spit that had accumulated on the table below my face and rub it on his cock. It was disgusting -- but kinda hot.
