It was an early August morning with the threat of high humidity later in the day. The morning fog had burned off, and the sunlight was reflecting off the shed and back into the master bedroom, disturbing our sleep.

I rolled slightly and felt the familiar tug within my sleep shorts. My wife rolled to her side and swinging one leg out of bed, sat up on the edge of the bed facing away from me.

I opened one eye and spied her naked form, sitting there, as she flexed her shoulders, facing away from me, her shoulder blades moving as she curled her arms behind her and linked her hands. She stretched as I silently watched her and my **** began to stiffen some as an idea came to me.

Without rushing, I sat up and curled up next to her naked form, my head tipping downward over her shoulder. My right hand went to hold her two hands that were clasped together behind her back. She tipped her head up to meet mine and our lips locked in a deep romantic kiss.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as my left hand cupped her naked breast, and her pulse quickened just a bit as she realized I wasn't going to let her hands go.

"How about a little early morning roll in the hay," I suggested with a deep throated chuckle.

"Maybe, but will you release my hands," she asked. I noted that she spread her knees ever so slightly as she looked up into my face.

"No, I don't think so," I said sternly, and reacting to the surprise in her eyes, I pushed her backwards onto the bed, laying on top of our entwined hands. I slid my hand down between her legs and felt the wetness there and knew that she was getting into it.

"No, not like this," she started, as my mouth closed over hers again, and she twisted, trying to get away. My left hand came up and I grabbed at my shorts, pulling at the fly and tried to release my pent up ****.

I rolled onto her, my weight forcing her legs apart and I supported myself on my strong left arm, even as my right supported her hips. She was pinned beneath me, but the truth to tell, my hand was just as pinned beneath her. I fumbled trying to tear my shorts away, but only succeeded in pulling the waistband down beneath my package.

"Yes, now," I commanded, as my hips pushed against hers, and my manhood buried itself within her maidenhood. I shoved forward, and meeting no resistance from her *****, it slid forward and deeply into her wetness.

"Ohhhh", she gasped, as I took her, and my mouth once again found hers, even as I began bucking and driving into her again and again.

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"Ohhh", she gasped, and for a moment, our eyes had locked. My hand was on her breast, her hands held by my right encircled behind her back.

"No, not like this," she said. And she pivoted, rolling on top of me, even as her hands came free. She swung me onto my back and threw one leg over top of my hips. "I need my hands free for balance when I ride you," she said firmly.

My hands were pinned to my sides between her knees, as she lowered herself onto my manhood. "That's it," she sighed, as she sat back and firmly onto me. I was trapped. She had me right where she wanted me.

"Now, let's see how many I can give myself before you come," she said wickedly, and began rocking determinedly.

I lost count long before I came. God but I love light bondage.
studfinder studfinder
56-60, M
Aug 20, 2014