A gift for my wife!

Hello everyone! I'll tell you a story that kind of turned things upside down and opened new horizons in the sexual life between me and my husband. A little about myself: my name is Alina, I'm 31 years old, a brunette, 172 cm tall, a bit curvier than a model's figure (my husband always said that's his ideal), with slightly broad shoulders, a striking butt, a typical tennis player's physique (no wonder I played that sport for 4 years in my youth), with a cute face, slightly plump lips, big brown eyes, basically a very pretty face).

So, the story itself! Friday, the middle of the workday, I'm at work, I work as a sales manager at a trading company. The dress code

is business, today I'm wearing black high-heeled shoes, black stockings, a grey skirt that falls just above the knees, black lingerie, a grey blouse from which my breasts are bursting out, straining to get out (my breasts, as my husband says, are gorgeous, size 3, he married me because of them, he jokes like that), my hair is gathered in a braid just past my shoulders. So to speak, a business lady (I loved calling myself that), but in essence, just ordinary office plankton... Since Friday coincided with our wedding anniversary, my husband and I decided I'd leave work a bit early, the evening promised to be festive, and I also arranged to meet a friend for coffee for an hour, maybe she'd advise something for a gift for my beloved. I leave work early, run to the cafe to meet my friend, she's already waiting for me... Her name is Natali, unmarried, at 35 she really should be by now, dyed blonde, short haircut, a piercing in her left nostril, a small ring (she also had a piercing in her left nipple, and in her lower lips, I knew from our joint trips to the sauna), a tattoo on her right shoulder blade (looks striking in a bikini), a tattoo in the shape of a rose on the back of her left calf, and many small ones in places like the lower abdomen, forearm, neck...

She loves tattoos, piercings... I like it, she's a provocative woman in a good sense of the word) She's offered me many times, knowing that I really like tattoos and piercings, but I never dared, looking that provocative somehow isn't for me. In terms of appearance, I take a more strict and neutral position. We've known each other for a long time, since our student years... I always asked myself why such a beautiful and attractive woman isn't married, although knowing that she's Bi, who has tried to seduce me more than once, which ultimately didn't work out and almost ended our friendship, and she's also into all sorts of erotic bondage or whatever they call it... I like the female body, I get aesthetic pleasure, sometimes I even caught myself thinking I'd like to try it with a woman, but I immediately drove away all these lewd thoughts, especially since I've always been faithful to my husband. In general, it's not surprising that she's not married, although I'm sure that in her sexual life she gets everything she wants and much more.

We were sitting drinking coffee and talking about everything, work, men, sex... She didn't even hesitate to tell me how her lover fucked her tied up a couple of days ago so that she couldn't stand on her feet for about ten minutes). Somehow in a pub I heard her lover jokingly call her "my BDSM girl," or maybe not jokingly. I didn't go into details, although it was interesting, but time was pressing. Somewhere deep inside me sat a fantasy of being tied up, sweetly tormented, whipped, and then fucked like never before, animalistically, like dogs fuck their bitches, in general, I wanted to be fucked hard but also with love... But these are just unattainable lustful fantasies that are unacceptable for a woman, a faithful wife like me) I had to run home to prepare for the evening celebration. I asked my friend: Natali, help me come up with a gift for my husband for our anniversary... She laughed and said: "the best gift for him is you." And added: "I mean that literally." I didn't understand what she meant... She said again: let him tie you up, fuck you, suck everything out of his cock, lick his balls, do everything he wants for him... That will be his gift) I thought and said "but he's not like that, he's conservative in sex, maximum a couple of different positions in his arsenal, blowjob, cunnilingus, sometimes we lick something sweet off each other's bodies, anal sex is completely taboo, although I don't even know if it's good or not) In short, he won't go that far... We kissed goodbye, said farewell, and I ran home.

I open the door and a voice from the room: honey, is that you? Yes, darling, I'm home. Met with Nata, sat for a bit, and ran home. A little about my husband: 34 years old, his name is Andrey, 181 cm tall, dark-haired with a short haircut, fit in moderation, although a small belly is starting to show... I take off my shoes, enter the room, and I'm speechless for 10 seconds, my eyes widen from everything I see...

Slightly dimmed light, curtained windows, a pleasant scented candle smell, freshness from the working air conditioner, one wall completely mirrored, giving the room more volume, in the middle stands a table approximately a little over a meter wide and a little over half a meter deep, about the height of a regular office desk, the table supports are fixed to the floor for stability, there are cuffs on the supports (as I already guessed, for hands and feet), in the middle of the tabletop there's an oval cutout (unclear what for). The tabletop is covered in a very pleasant-to-touch material, the table supports are definitely made of the same material, strictly under the cutout in the tabletop I noticed a shiny ring, screwed to the floor... In the far corner of the room, my husband was sitting in an armchair drinking some drink from a glass taken from a coffee table standing next to the armchair. Next to the main table against the wall stood a smaller table, approaching it I was a bit horrified... There was everything there: handcuffs, a collar, a vibrator egg, a vibrator about 22 cm long, a conical anal plug from which a long tail resembling a horse's tail extended (I'd only seen such a thing in pictures online), a red ball gag, a leather blindfold, some clamps with a chain that I didn't understand at all what they were for, a seven-tailed whip, and many more various little things I didn't understand what, why, and for... All this made me feel a bit uneasy, but somewhere inside curiosity was stirring about what all this was here for. My husband had come up with some kind of show for us for our anniversary in a BDSM style. A couple of girls and a couple of guys would arrive now, and there would be a home striptease, a home show with all these attributes. Especially since he knew about my such desire, I once told him about such a show, I wanted to see it. But I was mistaken...

Andrey gets up from the armchair and comes to me, says hello Alina, happy anniversary my love and gently kisses me on the lips. I ask him what all this is for? He answers you'll find out everything yourself now and takes handcuffs, puts my hands behind my back and clicks them shut there. I feel awkward, uncomfortable, I take a couple of steps, it's somehow unusual when there are handcuffs on my hands behind my back. My husband comes close to me and says: if you don't say a word within five minutes, I will take it as consent to all further actions, if you're afraid of something and don't want to, say so, and we'll end everything immediately without even starting. He starts kissing me harder and harder, almost a deep kiss, then pulls back a little and asks what I feel, simultaneously glancing at the clock. The kiss makes me feel very pleasant. I tell him that this kiss isn't like always, it's somehow sharper, my hands bound behind my back give a pleasant discomfort, helplessness, and because of this, I slowly start to ache down below. He kisses me again more deeply, a deep kiss, more roughly and at the same time with his hand from behind pulling my head back by my beautiful braided hair. He looked at the clock and said "that's it, darling, time's up, you didn't answer me anything." And what could I answer my husband?! I trust him, I love him, he won't do anything bad to me. My curiosity, slight excitement, exceeded. I was ready for him to fuck me hard on that very table now, and I wasn't against it myself anymore, how quickly I gave in, I thought, because in my fantasies I wanted my beloved man to fuck me so hard, brutally, tied up. But my man had prepared something not quite what I expected for me...

My husband walked around behind me, took something from the table, it was a collar, he carefully put it on me from behind, there was a small ring on the front of the collar. I thought, so they put a collar on me like on a little dog and I didn't even squeak, and something pleasantly twitched down below, some kind of pleasant excitement appeared, unknown to me before. Holding me from behind by the shoulders, he turns me around, attaches a leash to the ring on the collar and leads me to the table. Now I'm definitely a little dog being walked on a leash, I thought. He walked around the table a couple of times, leading me around a bit like that, brought me close to the table. Facing the table. He bent down, spread my legs as wide as possible and attached them to the cuffs that were below on the table supports, then he walked around me, carefully pulled the leash, I leaned over so that my head ended up and rested right in my beloved's crotch. And I understood what the oval cutout in the tabletop was for, my size 3 breasts fit into it perfectly. I also thought, how thoughtful, so as not to create discomfort, so it wouldn't press on my breasts. But it turned out later that it wasn't only for that, but more on that a bit later.

I'm lying on the table with my chest down, legs spread wide and well secured, hands bound behind my back with handcuffs, I can move my legs a maximum of 1-2 cm and even then with effort, I'm comfortable, but my movements are very limited, I start to get a little excited. My husband stands in front of me, squats down, lifts my head by the chin with his hand, looks into my eyes... I tell him I'm starting to like this game, I want you to fuck me right now. He sharply gives me a light slap with his right hand (not so much painful as offensive) and says now nothing depends on you, keep your opinion to yourself, I will decide when and who fucks you and whether to fuck you at all today. From such words, from the offensive slap, I was a bit stunned, opened my mouth to object as he immediately inserts a red ball gag and quickly tightens it behind my head so I don't have time to push it out of my mouth. My eyes are surprised, widened, I'm ready to stop the game, the excitement vanished as if by hand. And he tells me this is so you don't talk and tell me when and how to fuck you. I tried to mumble something, but all in vain. It seemed my moaning amused him instead. I tried to get up on my bound legs, as my hands bound behind my back theoretically still gave me such an opportunity, but my beloved, pressing a bit on my back, quickly returned me to the starting position. My husband, standing in front of my face, pulling me from behind by the hair, gave me a couple of slaps, saying this is for trying to get up, the slaps weren't painful, more offensive, ringing, I snorted to myself and, relaxing, lowered my head down, resigning myself to my spicy, captive position. Directing my gaze down, I again saw that ring in the floor right under my breasts. And what is it for, why did he attach it to the floor, was spinning in my head. But this was only the beginning...

I'm lying like that and thinking what nonsense is all this, I'm a modest girl here tied doggy-style to a table with a gag in my mouth and my husband isn't even fucking me?! He takes off the handcuffs with a key, I think that's it, that's all he wanted, yeah, I was dreaming...) He takes off the handcuffs, starts undressing me... Pulls off my blouse, leaving only my black bra, but now cuffs my hands in front to the front legs of the table with similar cuffs. He does the same with my skirt, freeing one leg, then the other and then returning them to their original position. I'm lying on this table as before, only the difference now is that my hands are secured in front and I'm in just my underwear, stockings, panties, bra, and that's it... I immediately feel the pleasant material of the table upholstery on my bare body. He comes to my face and asks if I want something to drink? I nod my head. He says he'll take off the gag if I stay silent, so I don't say anything, for the near future I forbid you to talk, will give you a drink and then return the gag to its place. I nod my head. He takes off the gag, I lick my lips, work my jaw from the unusual constant presence of this red-scarlet ball in my mouth, drink orange juice through a straw from a glass in his hand, nod my head and he understands it's time to return the gag to its place. Then he sat in the armchair and smoked, for about five minutes I looked at him and tried to guess what he had prepared for me next...

He got up from the armchair, went to the table with his paraphernalia, took a knife from it and came to me, started running it over my back, butt, thighs, ran it over my cheek, neck a couple of times... I shuddered from the cold steel. Then he slips the knife under the bra straps and sharply cuts them, one then the other. I twitched a bit, that lingerie wasn't cheap. Seeing in the mirror how vulgarly my breasts fell out, I'd even say tits, yes, that's how tits fall out, I felt a bit ashamed in front of my husband, but he didn't even pay attention to it. Now they were dangling down there, free from the bra. Looking in the mirror, I thought, well yes, my breasts are just what's needed, no wonder my girlfriends envied me in my student years. Strangely enough, but I predicted he would do the same with the panties. A moment and now I'm only in stockings, the panties fly to where the bra went. He takes out panties from the nightstand, but now leather ones, shows them to me and asks if I like them. As for me, nothing unusual, but right where the anal opening is, there's a slit for access to the entrance itself, and where the vagina is, everything is tight, I didn't attach importance to it, and the fasteners on the sides of the panties are unclear what for, but as I understood later, it's very convenient, to take them off, put them on, when your legs are well secured.

He says I'll try them on soon. He comes from behind and starts caressing my back, kneading my buttocks, roughly squeezing, I'd even say, but somehow today I want exactly that. A couple of times he runs his hand over my pussy, it moistens, then bends down and a couple of times juicily, sweetly, almost a deep kiss, kisses me in the hottest spot at the moment. Comes to the front, with his hands from below roughly kneads my breasts, with his fingertips presses and teases my nipples, it's a bit painful for me, but at the same time sweetly pleasant. Excitement slowly starts to cover me again. He walks around me again, takes a vibrator egg from his pocket and slowly starts to push it into my sweet cave, having done his job, he puts those leather panties on me, and accordingly, they very tightly began to hold that very vibrator egg. Coming to me from the front, he demonstratively takes out the remote, turns it on to medium level and I jerk as if from an electric shock from surprise, I jerked my hands, legs, but couldn't move them more than a centimeter. I could lift a bit, arching, my breasts, but as it turned out later, that also wasn't for long. <a href="">erotic stories After five minutes I start to moan languidly, already well aroused. He reduces the speed to minimum, leaving only sweet aching sensations, takes the anal plug with a tail from the table and shows it to me. I think, oh my god, I've never had anal sex, I won't be able to take it, and I don't want it, and start shaking my head from side to side. He stops my head with his hand by the chin and a couple of ringing, not strong slaps make me shake my head not left and right, but up and down, thereby showing my consent, i.e., yes, I'm ready to accept this tail with a plug, at first glance large-sized).

He walks around from behind, lubricates the plug with gel and slowly starts to insert it into my small virgin hole. It's a bit painful for me, but tolerable. He says if it's very painful, clench your fist on your left hand, give a sign, I endure, I'll endure, I won't give up). A couple of minutes of effort and the plug goes in completely, as if my ass sucked in this little plug, only the tail is visible. He throws this tail onto my back and enjoys how it slowly slides off my back and hangs between my legs. I look in the mirror and remind