We checked into the hotel. We entered and put down our bags and got settled. I opened a bottle of wine. We talked and kissed, not seeing each other since July, the sexual tension was in the air. We knew this would be an amazing night. We have been unable to have serious sex since the kids, but such is the way of being a parent. “I love you Tara”, “I love you Jeffrey”. I moved our glasses away and began pulling the covers off of the bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked. “I’m getting ready for what’s coming to you. STRIP!” “What?” you ask. “I said strip, slut!”

You begin taking off your leggings, then your shirt. Standing there in your non-matching bra and thong, your tits pouring out of the bra, looking at what I’m doing with some straps. “What part of strip did you not understand you dirty slut?” You immediately pull off the last of your clothes. I finish my preparations and turn to you, walking over, still clothed, kiss you passionately and whisper in your ear “trust me, I love you. Now lie on the bed!”

You lie down. I put your arms above your head and lock them into cuffs. “You will address me as Sir from now on, failure to do so results in punishment, understand?” I say. “Yes” you reply. I slap one of your tits hard. You shout at the surprise and pain. “What did I say?” “Yes Sir!” you reply. “Good girl.”
“You are no doubt wondering what is going to happen. Well, you’ve been a bad girl. You have been a little prude lately, and your husband hired me to “refresh your memory” to the more…physical parts of your relationship.” As I put straps around your thighs and pulled them tight, pulling your knees towards your chest and spreading them, then tying your ankles to immobilize your legs and present your already dripping pussy for anyone to enjoy. Another strap goes around your waist holding you tight to the mattress. You try to move but can barely squirm, your holes open, vulnerable. You’re shaking in anticipation, wondering what is going to happen.

I go to one of my bags and open it, you only hear shuffling and movement, cannot see what I’m doing. I return to you, and you feel my tongue on your pussy. I begin licking you, tasting your pussy. My tongue searching for your clit. You are already moaning. I find your sweet little button and attack. My tongue thrashing it, sucking on it, exploring it. You moan and begin to scream. I press on, licking furiously as you approach orgasm. You scream as it hits, and I continue. You try to squirm away, but cannot. I continue to lick and suck. You start to beg me to stop, but I ignore your pleas. Another orgasm approaches, and I push hard into your clit. You scream as you cum again, begging me to stop licking and fuck you, but I continue, devouring your sweet pussy, savoring your juices. You are whimpering, begging, pleading that I move on, but I do not, not until a third orgasm hits you. Your third orgasm hits harder than the others, you cum hard, spraying my face in cum. My tongue slows down, lapping up your juice, and moving south. I find your other hole, licking it lightly.