Now that I’m not hungry, I’m just horny as I wait to see what my husband has up his sleeve next.
“What do you say, Angel? Let me put all those hours of massage training to the test?”
“Yes, please.” I sigh, as he adjusts my chair to be at a more relaxed angle, with my arms on rests comfortably to my side,and my legs extended and parted in a natural V, just enough for him to stand between.
My eyes are closed, waiting for him to start rubbing me into oblivion, when I feel silk brush over my eyes.He’s blindfolded me…yes. Freaking finally.I’ve been asking for the return of the blindfold for months, but he’s been denying me and keeping me on my toes. Worth it, to be surprised now and sink into the bliss of not knowing where he’s going to touch next.
“Now, Mrs. Sinclair,” he begins, and my pussy clenches on nothing, just like it does every time he calls me that. Which is often. “You’ll tell me if I’m using too much pressure?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes,Daddy,”I moan, as his massage-oil-coated hand makes its first touch on my instep. He groans at the word, and for a second, I hope he abandons his massage plans and shows me how well this thing can function as a sex chair. Ever since we found out I was pregnant, he’s insisted I call him that. “For practice.”
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he growls. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”
And then, for what feels like ages, all I know is his oiled touch. He pays attention to every muscle in my feet and up my calves before switching to my arms and hands, gently relaxing me until I feel like I’m truly one with the chair. An adjustment leaves my head and neck supported but my scalp available to him, and he rinses the oil off his hands before giving me the most thorough scalp massage of my life. I’m so relaxed when he finishes that I don’t even realize he’s tucked my head fully back onto the table and moved again between my thighs.
“I think I missed some spots earlier, baby. Are you okay if I get them now?”
“Mmm,” I reply, until I feel an oiled hand start working on my thigh. I noticed he skipped them earlier but didn’t think much of it because everything felt so good. But as he gently works on my muscles with the same diligence as he has every other body part, I can’t stop wishing he would move his hand just a little to the side and massage my pussy instead. As he finishes the top of one thigh, he glides his fingers lightly over my clit on the way to the other, and I can’t help the gasp that escapes.
“Are you alright, Mrs. Sinclair?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop.”
He gives my other leg the same treatment, working my inner thigh and coming as close as he can without actually touching my pussy. I’ve never been so simultaneously wound up and relaxed in my life. Finally, he speaks again.
“I need to adjust your chair to continue, if you’re okay? Do you want more?”
“Pleeeasseeee. Please more,” I whine, not even sure if I’m fully awake at this point or in some half-dream trance.
He chuckles. “As you wish.”
The panel of the chair underneath my bottom is shortened, and my legs are angled so that my position now much more closely resembles a chair from my OB appointments. I’m fully spread to him now, and I really,reallyhope this means what I think it means.
Ledger starts back in with warm oil on his strong hands, catering to the underside of my thighs that he couldn’t get to before. It feels so good, but his fingers are now drifting closerand closer to my center. Finally, he gives up on all pretense and starts including my pussy lips in more and more of his passes. Tiny brushes against my clit send fire through my veins, and my breathing picks up as he plays with me more and more. I can feel myself opening up for him as I become more aroused, and I know before long I’ll start dripping.
“There it is. Didn’t take you long at all once I really started. What a good wife you are, dripping for me when I’ve barely even touched you,” he purrs, trailing his long middle finger all the way up my slit. I can feel how wet I am, and it definitely will run down to my ass in this position. He finally puts pressure directly on my clit once, twice, three times, and I’m gone, screaming my orgasm and feeling it in my bones.
I’m expecting the blindfold to come off and Ledger to fuck me in this perfectly positioned chair, but he keeps playing with my pussy like he has all the time in the world. Finally, I hear him step back and shuffle things around on the shelves.
His voice is raspy when he speaks. “You have no idea how hard it is not to bend down and lick up every bit of what you just gave me, baby. But we’re going to need all of it for what I have planned.”
I hear a specific, familiar click and let out a low moan as I finally realize what’s happening. I’m practically a noodle, as relaxed as Ledger could possibly make me, because he’s going tofuck my ass.
He gives a good-natured laugh now. “Yeah, you’re a smart girl. You’ve wanted this, and now you’re going to get it, baby. You've got my baby in you, which means for a few more months, I can put my cum wherever I want it. And tonight, Sloane, I’m coming in your ass. I promise you’ll love it.”
I whimper, and I’ve never been so glad to have a husband obsessed with my comfort. We’ve been on a whole “anal sex prep” plan for almost a year now. Ledger was so confident he would knock me up soon after I graduated that he insisted we be ready. Plugs have been a part of our play for a while, and he acquired some slightly smaller jewelry for his piercings, to ensure I’m comfortable during our first time. I didn’t even notice he had swapped them out earlier…so tricky, my man.
“I’m going to remove your blindfold, but it shouldn’t be too bright.”
Blinking back into the present, I barely see Ledger standing over me before his lips are on mine, claiming my mouth with an intensity proving just how affected he is by my massage.Glad it’s not just me.
“What do you think, baby? Are you ready?”
I smile at him and settle back into my throne.It’s definitely a throne; chair is too simple a word to describe the magical properties this piece of furniture possesses.
