Warm, comforting, water rained down on her body, she turned around letting the warm pelt her shoulders and back.  When she opened her eyes, Robin saw her husband eyeing her wet body over with a very appreciative look on his face.  He held out his hand offering her the bar of soap.   She took the soap with a smile and began washing herself.  Robin tilted her head back, letting the water flow over her hair and face.  She wasn’t surprised when she felt his hands on her breasts.

“Just helping out,” Matt said with that tone of his she knew so well.

“I can tell,” Robin replied tilting her head forward enough that the water wasn’t in her eyes.  She looked down and saw what she expected, his erection.  She lathered up her hands, set the soap down, and started “washing” his cock.  “Just helping out,” she said with that tone he should know.

“We shouldn’t get too occupied, we have a busy night ahead of us,” Matt said even as he moved one hand down her belly between her thighs.

Robin giggled, moving her hips out of the way, “Then don’t get me started.”

“What about you, looks like you got me pretty wound up,” Matt replied, chuckling.

“Fine, shower it is,” she said, letting go of his cock and turning around.  She looked over her shoulder and winked at Matt.

Matt wrapped her in his arms, kissed her neck, copped a feel and then they showered.

****

She was laying on the bed rubbing lotion on her legs.  Robin looked over to where the closet was and saw Matt looking for the right shirt and tie.  She shook her head a little; she knew what he would end up choosing.  She got another handful of lotion and rubbed the lotion onto her stomach and breasts.  Sure enough he picked out the white shirt and black tie.

“What are you going to wear,” Matt asked over his shoulder while looking for something else in the closet?

“Black or white, which do you think,” she replied rubbing the last of the lotion onto her arms.

“Black would be hot, but I think white would be different,” Matt said, as he turned around holding his outfit for the night in his hands.

“White it is then,” she said with a smile.

“Balls,” he asked?

“Only if you put them in,” Robin replied as she lay on her back and spread her legs.

“I was hoping you would say that,” Matt said as he dropped the clothing on the bed.

Robin was caressing her pussy, watching Matt go through their toy cabinet.   He didn’t spend a lot of time looking, turning around holding the case for their special ben-wa balls in one hand and the tube of x-scream in the other.  He set the tube and case in between her legs and knelt down on the floor between her legs.  Matt opened the case up and took out the two glass ben-wa balls with tiny yellow and green flowers inside them, out of the box.  Then he applied a tiny amount of x-scream to his middle finger.  She let out a tiny gasp when the cold cream and his finger touched her clit, but that gasp turned into a sigh and low moan as he continued to massage the cream in.  He took the first ball and placed it up against her pussy before slowly pushing the ball in with one finger.  Then the second ball went in.

“I think you can stop now.  I think the cream has been massaged in,” Robin said, but not convincingly.

“You may be right,” Matt said with a wink.

He helped her off the bed and together they got dressed.  He was wearing black slacks, white shirt, black tie and black jacket.  She was wearing a sexy black dress accented with silver jewelry.  They headed toward the front door each of them grabbing a mask off the table next to the door before heading out.  His mask was gold in color, the face expressionless, and the mouth drawn straight.  Her mask was silver, with no features other than three colored crystals on the forehead in the shape of an upside down triangle; red, blue and purple forming the tip of the triangle.

End Part 1

Previously http://muketsuhanagames.com/2012/06/11/hanging-around-part-2/

The breeze was parted by the flog striking her ass.  She jumped.  Another blow to her ass, then another, and then another.  She liked the pain, she knew she was getting wetter with each strike.  The next blows struck her on the inside of her thighs, three for each thigh.  The flogger licked her pussy with each strike illiciting  a squeal of pleasure with each lick.  He moved around to her stomach.  Those blows stung, less pleasure than pain, but still some pleasure to be found.

The flogger struck one breast, then another.  She didn’t know how he was able to strike one breast at a time, but he did.  Her nipples already hard and erect, got harder with each blow.  The strikes amplified the sensations that she felt, more squeals of pleasure.  He flogged her breasts many times, until her breasts stung constantly, yet she found pleasure in the sensation.  Her nipples sent jolts of pleasure down her spine each time the flogger struck them.

He grabbed her face kissing her fiercely on the lips.  His tongue dancing with hers before disappearing leaving her mouth agape.  The flogger struck between her legs.  She yelped.  Again the lashes struck her wet pussy.  The sting was deep, but the pleasure direct to the source.  Her lips were struck, her clit whipped and the butt plug struck with each strike.  She was moving her hips, not to avoid the strikes, but to try and guess where the lash would fall next to get the most from each lash.  He lashed her pussy until she could feel nothing but heat and sting.  Then he lashed some more.

Never had he gone on this long, she was going to use her safe word when he stopped.  She could feel the breeze on her sweat covered body.  Her arms were tired from the position, her tits, ass and pussy stung, but she was pleased.  She had taken what he had given and enjoyed it.  He grabbed her hips, pulling her ass back as he thrust into her.  He rammed his cock into her with a frenzy of thrusts.  The butt plug was thrusting into her with each of his thrusts.  Her pussy was filled, the sting forgotten, her wetness coating his cock making his frenzied entry even easier.  She was open mouthed, moaning with pleasure.  His pace quicken, his thrusts more forceful and even urgent.  Then he let out a long moan, she could feel his cock throbbing.  His hands moved up to her breast pulling on her nipples, she let out a moan and yelp.  He gave a few more thrusts before his hands undid the cuffs allowing her arms to fall to her side.  Finally he slid out of her and undid the rest of her bonds.

The breeze felt good.

He moved around behind her, his fingers trailing across her belly.  He grabbed her hips, pulling her back.  With her arms above her she was forced to arch her back, her ass out.  Her legs were still kept wide by the spreader bar.  He placed a hand on her stomach and used his other hand to massage her anus.  She flinched, but his hand and her position kept her right where he wanted.  His finger and hand disappeared from her ass, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in.  Still, his hand on her belly had not moved.

She felt his warm, rough hand on her ass again.  She flinched.  This time when his finger began to massage her anus it was slick and wet.  He moved his finger in slow, small circles, applying only light pressure.  She had to admit that it did feel good.  His hand slowly moved down her belly until his hand was cupping her pussy.  She could feel the heat of her pussy combined with the heat of his hand betwen her legs.  He used two fingers to gently part her moist lips, a third finger used that wetness to slide the length of her pussy dipping into her briefly once, twice and a third time before sliding back up to her clit.  His finger circled her clit, eliciting a moan out of her, in time with his finger on her ass.

Breathing heavily after a few minutes of his fingery ministrations, she didn’t even notice that he was slowly applying more pressure with the finger on her ass, until the tip of his finger entered her.  He kept up the rhythm on her clit causing her attention to bounce quickly back to the orgasm that was building up.  Slowly he pushed his finger into her ass, ever so slowly, that she had time to get used to the sensations allowing them to merge with the feelings he was creating on her clit.  Wetness dripped onto her thighs from her pussy.  She wanted to arch her back, to stand upright to give him easier access to her clit, but he used his hands to keep her where she was.  His finger in her ass started moving in and out.  The sensations blended perfectly with what he was doing to her clit, his finger going faster and faster, but with a light touch that she loved.

When he started to kiss her stomach she came.  Her knees buckled, he helped keep her up with his arms.  Her pussy was clenching and throbbing, her ass was clenching and unclenching around his finger.  He kept both fingers moving the entire time, keeping her orgasm going.  She closed her eyes and rode his fingers, bouncing as much as she could.  She never would’ve thought that she would’ve done that with a finger in her ass, but the orgasm was great and she wanted it to continue.  Her moans and groans were only uttered half-way like they were fighting to get out of her at once.  Finally, the orgasm came to an end, she didn’t notice when his finger had slipped out or when he had stopped rubbing her clit.  She went slack, but only so far due to her arms being attached to the ceiling.  She was exhausted.

The length of her crotch kept throbbing, little spasms that reminded her of the pleasure she just had.  He wasn’t near her, that she could tell.  So distracted by her experience she hadn’t noticed where he had gone or if he was gone.  The blindfold did make seeing him problematic.  She could feel the breeze again, it probably had been there the entire time, but she was noticing it now.  His hands were on her ass again; rough and warm.  She felt something liquid and cold land on her ass.  Slowly the liquid dribbled down to her anus, a cold, wet trail.   Something was placed up against her ass, it wasn’t his finger that much she was sure of.  Slowly the object was inserted into her ass.    She could feel her ass stretch to accommodate the object with was larger than his finger, but not uncomfortably so.  He removed his hands from her ass, but the object remained.  He helped her stand up more upright.  She could feel the object in her ass.  She was standing there in the breeze alone again.

The air blowing across her naked body felt like a lover’s caress hitting all the right spots in the right way.  Her skin responded to the caress by getting all goose bumpy.  Her nipples responded by getting erect and hard.  The breeze between her spread legs took the edge off the unfulfilled ache that she was feeling.  She couldn’t see, ever since she had told him that a blindfold only made the anticipation, thus desire greater she found herself wearing one.  She was excited, the loss of sight never bothered her; it allowed her imagination to take over and she had a very vivid imagination.

Her arms were stretched over her head, attached to a large o-ring in the middle of the ceiling by a pair of cuffs.  She had been hanging from the ceiling for a few moments.  After he had removed her shirt and bra, he put her hands in cuffs raising them to the ceiling before placing the blindfold over her eyes.  He reached around her and unbuttoned her pants.  His hand reached into her pants, sliding down to pussy, his fingers moving over her lips caressing them gently before two fingers spread her lips and a third found her clit.  Only a few strokes before his fingers disappeared before reappearing on the waistline of her pants. He slowly removed her pants, gently pulling them down to her feet and having her step out of them.  He planted a kiss on each ass cheek before standing up. She could feel him behind her, kissing her neck, then down her back, down to her ass; as he kissed his way down her back he was removing her panties.  He stopped kissing at the back of her knees, she giggled as he kissed the back of her knees.

She imagined him behind her on his knees looking at her ass, the thought turned her on, she was proud of how her ass looked.  He wrapped a cuff around one leg.  This was surprising, she thought, hanging by her arms in the middle of the room what could he do with her legs?  Her legs were pushed apart, then a cuff was wrapped around her other ankle.  When she tried to move her legs together, she couldn’t, there was something keeping her from moving her legs together.  Her vision of him on his knees behind her staring longingly at her ass swiftly changed to him have an unobstructed view of her wet pussy, flush with excitement.

As he stood up, he ran his fingers lightly up her legs, over her ass, up her back, to her shoulders where he gave her shoulders a brief rub before kissing her on the neck and ear lobes.  He hadn’t said a word the entire time.  She as dying to know what he was thinking, but didn’t want to ask.  He must be quiet for a reason.  She could hear him move out of the room, she strained to hear what he was doing.  The anticipation was killing her.

He surprised her when he his face was buried in her pussy without any warning.  His tongue dove in between her lips finding her clit ready, waiting, and wanting.  He was devouring her pussy like it was the best meal he had ever had and hadn’t eaten in a long time.  The attention was exhilarating.  His tongue was dancing over her clit and into her pussy.  Then he shocked her again when she felt two, she hoped it was just two, fingers slide into her without any resistance.  She must really be wet, she thought, as his fingers found her g-spot and began massaging it while he continued to eat her out.  The passion with which he was ravishing her pussy with his his face and fingers drove her right over the edge to a quick orgasm.  She didn’t have time to moan, the orgasm hit her quick causing her legs to buckle, but the cuffs kept her upright.  He continued to finger her, even as he stood up.  It was only when she could smell the musky scent of her pussy and feel his wet lips on hers that he stopped fingering her.