Role Playing Evening |

My husband and I play many different role games; a way to spice up our life. It has been a few weeks since our last episode, so we’ve decided it’s time for another go.

This morning, Paul said he’d be home between six and seven and have dinner, so I wouldn’t have to worry about fixing anything for us.

I arrived home at 4:30, knowing hubby, and I think he’ll be here around six—first my bath. As the water ran, I stripped off my work clothes and dipped my foot into the wonderfully warm water. After a good soak, I took out my razor, first my legs, and then special attention to my pussycat, keeping myself so smooth.

The role is a woman living alone who confronts a burglar. To set the stage, I will be in a dress with heels. Underneath will be very special lingerie: Merry Widow, stockings, and a red thong that matches the color of my high heels. 

If you are unfamiliar with a Merry Widow, it’s similar to a corset but shorter. Mine was black with removable shoulder straps and garters. Tonight there would be no straps, but the garters remain. The dress is a nice strapless Chiffon midi that you step into and button up the front.

My evening attire is all laid out, and I notice time is flying by. It was a quarter after five, and I had to be ready well before six. 

The Merry Widow fits snug but shapes the body and lifts the boobs. Then stockings—I have to admit, when I put on a pair, it feels very erotic. 

Now my red thong, followed by my red fourinch heels, screamed, “Fuck me.”

I checked myself out. I must admit I looked pretty damn hot, and the red between my legs is like waving a flag for the bull.

I slipped on my dress, buttoned up the front, then it’s hair and makeup.

I walk into the kitchen feeling pretty y when I see movement in the backyard. It’s nearly six, so I think it must be Paul. 

I walk to the glass doors and see a man wearing a baseball cap and loosefitting shirt. Even though I know it’s Paul, I’m unsure; his face is covered with a bandana. 

Well, let the fun begin.

I open the sliding door and yell “What are you doing back here?” 

The burglar looks but doesn’t move, so I say again, “Get or I will call the police.” As expected, the burglar begins to walk, but it’s towards me. 

I step back, fumbling to close the door. A glovecovered hand catches it and slides it completely open. Stumbling back, I say, “No, no, get out.” Instead, he steps in and closes the door.

He puts up his finger to my lips, indicating that I am to be quiet.

He slowly pulls out a knife. OMG, it looks so big. He waves it; he is letting me know what will happen if I don’t do everything he demands. 

He grabs me; I feel myself spun around. He pushes my face and body into the wall. He’s so heavy I can’t move, and he slips something over my eyes; I can’t see. 

I’m blindfolded; now I can’t tell anyone what he looks like, and he can lead me around at his will. 

He hasn’t said a word when he pulls me from the wall and spins me around. I get the impression he is checking me out.

Without warning, his hands are on my chest. I scream, “No, don’t do that; leave me alone.”

This earns my right breast a slap. I scream, and that earns me another slap. 

Now I’m getting pissed. We never hurt each other; he’s just into the role, and I will remind him of no pain.

I put my hands up to take off the blindfold. He grabs my hands, pulling them behind me and forcing me back into the wall. While holding my hands, I feel cold metal circle my wrists, then there is a click and a second. It dawns on me that I am in a pretty vulnerable position, blindfolded and handcuffed. 

I can’t believe he’s done this. 

“Hey!” I yell at him again.

He spins me around and slaps my breast again. I cry out, and he stops. I tell him, “Stop this shit” when he grabs my breast and squeezes. I immediately go silent.

I feel him lean in, and he whispers in my ear, “Lady, I’m in charge, and this is my game now.”

He begins to work on the buttons on my dress. His progress isn’t very successful with the small buttons, and becoming frustrated; he begins to pull my dress apart.

I yell, “Stop, you’ll ruin my dress.” His hand quickly squeezes my breast. I quiet down real fast, submitting to him. 

He’s done playing; he grabs both sides of the top and pulls, ripping it open with buttons flying everywhere. He stops when he sees what’s underneath. Then pushes my dress down; I feel it fall and bunch at my feet. His breathing has changed from calm to short and fast.

I feel his hands roaming over my body; as angry as I am, I feel my body respond. This is one of the best roleplaying we’ve ever had. 

His hands play with my breasts through the Merry Widow; oh, it does feel nice. Then, as one hand massages my right breast and nipples through the material, his other hand slides down to my thong. Feeling my wetness, he begins rubbing me pretty good. I moan when he pulls down my Merry Widow, releasing my breasts. His mouth closes over one of my nipples while his hand continues rubbing my swollen pussy.

He stops rubbing, uses his knife, and cuts my thong off. 

I hear him sniffing it, and then I feel the soft material pressed into my nose. I smell myself; it’s wonderful. He isn’t done; it’s forced onto my lips. I open my mouth to taste my sweetness. Oh, my goodness, the smell and taste say one thing: someone is in heat.

He goes back to sucking my breast and rubbing my pussy, then his free hand starts squeezing my other breast and pinching my nipple while he continues to suck on my nipple.

His finger slides into my wet pussy; I am so wet there is no resistance. Oh, it feels so good. I can’t believe it; I’m going to cum right now, just by him sucking my nipple and fingering me. 

I begin to moan, which seems to encourage him, and he slips in a second. I scream in orgasm as my body shakes and my legs give out. 

He holds me up, then slowly releases me; my legs buckle, and I drop to my knees and sit on my ass.

As I sit there panting, I hear his pants being undone and falling. 

He pulls me to my knees. I know what he wants, and I’m more than willing to reward him after he just gave me one of the best orgasms I can remember. 

I open my mouth, stick my tongue out, and feel him lay his hard cock on it. I taste his tip; it’s covered in precum. I lick down and then up when I notice he is completely shaved.

Did Paul shave for this night too? 

I am thinking that it would be so like Paul to do something like that, so I open my mouth and begin sucking. Damn, I must be out of it; this head seems smaller. 

I begin to bop up and down on his hardness, feeling him pump into me as I go down. He grabs the back of my head and slowly pushes his cock deeper into my mouth.

I love sucking cock, but I never have a deep throat; I always gag like a fool. This time he doesn’t seem to care; he’s just pushing, and that’s when I feel him in the back of my mouth. 

I begin to gag. I feel my saliva drooling out of my mouth, pooling on my tits. He notices I’m in trouble; he pulls back; I catch a breath. He quickly pushes in again; this time there is no gentle push; he’s in and going deeper. I feel like I can’t breathe but can’t fight; my hands are behind my back. 

Then it happens. He’s in my throat, and he’s just my mouth like I’m a fivedollar whore.

There’s nothing I can do but let him face fuck me. As I began to feel weak, he must have noticed he’d gone too far again; he stopped and pulled out. He steps away, then comes back with something and wipes my mouth and tits off.

He lifts me, sits my ass on the table, and spreads my legs. His body changes position, and now his hands push my legs further apart, and then, oh my, I feel his tongue sliding up my leg. 

First, it’s on my stocking, then onto my bare legs, and then, oh yes, please, but he stops and goes to my other leg and works me. He stops again, teasing me. His tongue begins again, licking my skin just above my stockings. 

I become frustrated and scream, “Damn it, put that tongue in my cunt, you bastard.” 

I feel him push it into me. My legs are now over his shoulders, and his tongue and lips have found my clitoral area as a finger enters my opening. I can’t control myself. I push myself onto his mouth and fingers and beg for more. 

He slides a second finger into me and starts sucking me.

I moan and cry, “Don’t stop; it feels so good.”

His tongue flicks over my clit as he pulls his fingers out and rubs them over my rosebud. My body is in complete driven mode, and I force my ass down on his fingers, relaxing to let them slide in. As his fingers move further into me, my vaginal and anal muscles begin to tighten, and I am about to orgasm again. As I climax, my entire body shakes, and a moan of desire escapes. What a nice intense orgasm—not the earlier monster, but oh so good.

As my body begins to calm down, he removes his finger from me, stands, leans forward, and kisses me, letting me taste myself. 

I can’t help it. I lick his lips, trying to get all of that wonderful taste. As I lick his lips, I feel his cock pushing against my pussy lips. As the head slides in, there is just the slightest resistance; he doesn’t care; he pushes harder, and suddenly he’s balls deep into me.

My back lies across the table, my legs dangling over the edges, and as he pushes in so hard, it’s so intense I think the table is going to break. He slows now that he has captured me with his cock, takes my legs, and wraps them around his waist. He starts on my pussy again. 

“Yes,” I cry, loving every second of it. 

It feels so good; I haven’t been fucked so hard since I don’t know when. He’s pushing in deeper than ever, pulling back and slamming into me; that’s when he reaches up with his thumb and begins to rub my clit. 

Yes, he knows me; he knows how to get me to orgasm, and it’s happening again. My breath is coming in gasps, and my body responds to its treatment.

I scream out, “Fuck me hard, make that cunt yours.” 

He’s still pushing his cock into me, and damn, it feels good. My legs are locked around as this brute fucks me to another orgasm. 

Oh yes, it’s wild to think calm, sweet Paul can be such a beast and so good at it. 

I feel him tense. He’s close; yes, here he comes. He pushes deeper and faster, then shorter and shorter movements. His breath comes in short gasps. I feel his seed spread throughout me so much, and it feels so hot, so erotic, so good. He continues to slide in and out and releases noise like a wild animal howling at its success. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before. 

He holds that position as his cock slowly softens, then it falls out, followed by globs of his and my cum. It falls onto the table and then makes a puddle on the floor. 

He steps back, and I feel his hand once more on my pussy. It feels so good, then he takes his fingers, scooping them into me and taking our cum. His fingers dance onto my lips; I open, and he feeds me. I drink, then lick his fingers, moaning for more at this new trick. 

He goes back to my pussy, but this time he begins to rub me. Oh, damn, it feels so good; he wants me to cum again. That will be my fourth of the night. I want it so bad.

“Don’t stop, keep it up, do it; I need to cum again,” the words run into each other. 

My fourth of the night; yes, it was a small one, but still so nice. I lay there, puffing, trying to catch my breath; there is so much cum that it continues to leak out of me.

I hear him step back and pull up his pants. 

He helps me off the table and lets me sit down in a chair.

“Sit still; here are the keys to the cuffs, but be good and stay there five minutes with the blindfold on.” 

“Yes, my dear, as you wish.” 

After a moment, I feel a piece of paper placed in my hands. The sliding door opens and closes. It’s so quiet, and I think back on what a night our roleplaying has been.

I wait five minutes, take the key, and work open the cuffs. It’s not easy, and it takes a good five minutes. I reach up and take off the blindfold; surprise, it’s the bandana I saw him wearing. 

I pull up my Merry Widow, cover the girls, and head to the bathroom to clean up. As I cleaned myself up, I wondered where my burglar went—is he out getting us food?

I put on my bathrobe, walk back to the kitchen, and begin cleaning. First, using my ruined dress, I do the table and floor. Once done, I take the dress and thong and throw them out. 

I find the piece of paper he gave me, but before I can read it, the garage door opens, and Paul walks in, carrying dinner.

He apologizes for being late. “I’m sorry for being late,” he says. “The bosses had a lastminute task that had to be done right then and there. I tried to call, but you never answered.”

He put the bags of food down on the table, right where I’d just cleaned up the mess.

As he walks down the hall stripping off his suit, he says, “I’m so sorry, it’s so late. Would you mind if we played another time?”

Alone, I look at the note.

“Thank you for the fun and great fuck. I will be back to collect my bandana.” 

As I stare at the words, uncertainty flashes through me. 

I smile I recognize Paul’s handwriting.

I feel my nipples harden as I realize my burglar is home, and I am sure he will visit me very soon.