Friday Night Roleplay

It was a rainy Friday, typical for England in November, cold and damp, chilling the bones. Paul spent the day ignoring the weather and thinking about the evening. Before work this morning, his wife Faith had told him not to dawdle on the way home after work. This was her way of saying no stopping for a pint with mates. Faith had mentioned that she planned a pleasant surprise for the evening and wanted to do some role-playing. Faith and Paul had an exciting sex life and were constantly surprising each other with new ways of spicing things up.

Throughout the day, Paul imagined what was in store for him when he got home. Roleplaying usually meant Faith would take on other personas; which gorgeous wife would she be tonight, a hot redhead, sultry blond, or exotic brunette? Faith had the wigs and ability to make each a reality.

His excitement grew as he parked the car and walked to the front door. What greeted him was nothing like he'd imagined during the day. Faith stood in the hallway, her natural dark hair pulled back, her undercut as sexy as ever. She was perched on black stilettos, her gorgeous legs encased in black mesh stockings. She wore a tiny sheer black thong and a tightly bound black corset, which left her breasts exposed. In the one hand, she had a riding crop. In the other, a pair of handcuffs. "It is about time, slave," she said with an evil grin.

Paul put his briefcase down and stood mute. What did she have planned for him, he thought? Undoubtedly, it would be enjoyable, but the question was, for whom? "The children are away for the weekend, my love. I have a few things I've wanted to try, and now is the perfect time. Now get those togs off, slave." Faith commanded.

Paul hadn't yet moved when Faith raised the crop and brought it down with a clap on the hall table. "Don't test me, slave," Faith said as she smiled, clearly enjoying her new persona. He decided not to test her yet and began to strip out of his suit right there at the front entrance. In a few minutes, he stood naked, his excitement evident.

"I do enjoy looking at you like this, Paul. I love how I can make you hard and eager. Now follow me," Faith ordered as she turned and walked into the sitting room. Once there, Faith sat on the small loveseat and beckoned him to stand in front of her. "Turn around," she ordered. Paul did as he was told and felt Faith grab his wrists, and with a couple of clicks, he was handcuffed. She then roughly turned him back to face her. He gasped as she grabbed his cock and licked the tip once. Laughing, she then pushed him to his knees.

"That's all for you, slave until I get mine," Faith said as she pulled aside her panties and placed the crop behind his head to draw Paul closer. He never hesitated as he was always eager to eat her sweet pussy, but it was more difficult than expected with his hands restrained. As he bent down, he lost his balance and fell face-first into Faith's pussy. Faith didn't seem to mind as she put a hand on his head and urged him to start licking.

Paul had always loved her taste and eagerly used his lips and tongue. His tongue slid between her lips before licking from top to bottom and from side to side. Faith had trained him well in what she liked and disliked long ago. He teased her clit with the tip before moving lower again. Tilting his head, he paid attention to the outside of her labia, licking from side to side as he felt her grip his hair. Faith used her hands now to guide Paul to where she wanted his tongue, as it constantly moved while she ground her pussy against his face.

It was apparent she had been wet and ready for quite a while, and it wouldn't take long to send her over the edge. With her hands gripping his hair, Paul's tongue found her clit, and she held him in place. He opened his mouth to cover the tender area and started sucking while his tongue flicked away. It seemed like Faith was trying to smother him with her pussy, as he felt her leg on the back of his neck, pressing his face against her. Faith's cries of "yes, yes, yes" gave him the signal she was close. Soon he began to feel her shudder and begin to

cum. Both her legs were now on his shoulders and squeezing his head as she came. He knew not to let up, licking and kissing as best he could while trapped between her legs until finally, she released him and lay back.

"Oh fuck, Paul, I love the way you eat me," Faith said as she leaned over and kissed him. She then held Paul's head steady with both hands and began to lick his wet face, sharing kisses as she cleaned him. Faith smiled as she lay back, spent for the moment. Paul had been so lost in her pussy that he hadn't taken any notice of his throbbing cock until now. His desire was so strong as to cause it to be leaking precum. With hands cuffed behind him, he could do nothing other than watch as his cock bobbed to the beat of his heart, precum dripping from the tip.

Faith watched with her wicked smile as he knelt helpless and in need. She seemed to be contemplating her next move before she sat up and helped Paul to stand. She looked up at him with her hazel eyes as she stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of his cock and clean the dripping precum. As he began to move his hips forward, her fingers squeezed Paul's balls. "Naughty boy, you will learn that I decide on your pleasure," Faith said after he gasped. As she stood, she released the hold she had on his cock and walked out of the room. "Come with me, slave." She ordered.

Paul struggled to follow her upstairs to the bedroom. He cautiously took each step, finding it challenging to balance with his hands in cuffs. Faith stood impatiently at the top of the stairs, tapping her leg with the crop as she watched. Once he reached the top, she grasped his cock and pulled him into the bedroom. Paul's eyes went wide as he saw the room. There were ropes at each corner of the bed, while on the nightstand, there was an assortment of Faith's toys- dildos, vibrators and nipple clamps as well as a large bottle of lube.

Faith saw the fear in his eyes as he looked around and came to whisper in his ear, "Don't worry, baby, I'll make sure it's enjoyable." Pail shuddered as he thought he heard her say "for me at least" under her breath. He was unsure as he was distracted by the hand on his ass, as her fingers explored between the cheeks. "Let's get you out of these cuffs," she said as she reached between her cleavage and pulled out a small key from the corset.

Paul rubbed his wrists as she walked over to the nightstand and picked up the bottle of lube. Once again, Paul was in awe of her beauty and her confidence. They had always been open to trying new things with each other, and he knew she had a strong personality, but this was a new, exciting side of her. Paul resolved to follow along without too much protest.

"Slave, get on the end of the bed, on your hands and knees." Faith ordered. He seemed to be too slow for her liking and received a tap on his ass cheeks from the crop. Knowing it was a light tap didn't soften the sting, though. What he felt next forced all memories of the pain from his brain as Faith grabbed his cock and started stroking. She'd lubed her hand, and she glided up and down the shaft smoothly as it hung between his legs. She wasn't done yet as Paul felt her pour more lube down his ass crack. Paul tensed a little, knowing what was coming. As she continued to stroke his cock with one hand, she rubbed the lube around his asshole with her index finger. When that finger slipped inside, he moaned, shocked at how good it felt. Paul heard her chuckle as she teased both his cock and ass.

"You seem to be enjoying this, Paul. Too bad I won't be letting you cum just yet," Faith said as she released his cock. Her finger still kept delving deeper into his ass, though. Another moan escaped, and he felt his cock pulsing as she penetrated deeper. Paul put his head down on the bed as Faith played with his ass and never noticed her reach for the crop. His head flew up as he felt an impact on his ass cheeks as Faith's finger tickled his

prostrate. The pleasure/pain mix was a new sensation, and he squirmed under the blows. Just as quickly as she had started, she finished, but not before he felt the heat of the impacts.

"Stay still and head down, slave." Paul heard her say as she moved back to the nightstand. He closed his eyes, thinking that he would soon be impaled by one of her dildos, when he felt her grab his cock once again. Suddenly he felt a constriction around the base of his cock as she let a cock ring snap tight. "That should help keep you hard for a while," Faith said as she smacked his ass.

"Alright, slave, crawl up on the bed and spread eagle. It's time I tied you down." They had played with bondage in the past, but it usually was Faith who was bound. It seemed that it was now Paul's turn. Not wishing to feel the crop again, he hurried into position. Faith wasted no time, first tying his wrists securely and then the ankles. Once finished, she stood and admired Paul's predicament while he lay helpless. Reaching down, she inspected Paul's hard cock, lifting the balls and tickling the perineum before checking the fit of the cock ring. Slipping off her heels, she climbed onto the bed and sat across his hips. Paul watched intently, his cock pressed against her slick pussy as she began to caress her breasts.

"Don't you wish your hands were free, Paul? Wouldn't you love to be teasing my nipples like this?" she purred as she pinched each nipple, all the while slowly grinding her pussy on his shaft. "Your cock feels so good, babe, as it splits my pussy lips. I'm so wet it just glides along." Faith continued as she teased him.

She released a nipple and let her hand drop as she raised her hips slightly. Grabbing his cock she slowly rubbed the tip against her clit, causing soft moans to escape her lips. With one quick motion, she shifted, and Paul's cock slipped inside her. It was his turn to moan as she sat down. This was a feeling he treasured as we fit together perfectly. Instead of riding him, though, she sat still. When he tried to thrust up, she quickly pinched his nipples hard. "I've told you, slave; I am in charge; I decide when or if you get to cum; now behave." Faith quickly said.

Paul quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Faith, you are driving me crazy. I've never seen this part of you, and I don't know how to react. It's exciting and frustrating, and I've never been hornier." He confessed.

"Oh, Paul, we've only just begun." Faith laughed as she raised and let his cock slip out. She slid off the bed and said, "Wait here; I'll be back in a few minutes." She then went into the ensuite and closed the door.

Paul had no choice but to lay there, his cock bobbing and throbbing with desire for his wife. He was beginning to realize that it would be a while before he would be allowed to cum, so he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.

He was unsure how long he lay there before he heard the ensuite door open. He looked up and saw Faith, but a different Faith. His wife had changed into a red lace crotchless bodysuit, her hard nipples poking through the lace. She was also wearing one of her many wigs. This one was shoulder length and a deep red, matching the red lipstick she wore.

"Oh, look what Faith has left me to play with." She said. "I'm Ruby, babe, and I love to suck cock." Ruby finished speaking as she climbed on the bed and lay between Paul's legs. He lifted his head as he watched her take hold of his cock and begin to lick it like a lollipop. Faith's eyes were locked on Paul's as she slowly licked down the shaft. It was excruciating to watch, knowing he would not be allowed to cum. She had her thumb and finger holding the base of his cock tightly.

When she finally took the head of Paul's cock into her mouth, he lay back and closed his eyes. This soon proved to be the wrong thing to do as he felt her bite down. "No looking away, Paul; keep your eyes on me while I play." Ruby/Faith ordered. Paul had no choice but to do as told. Once he was again watching, she began to take the cock deeper into her mouth; all the while, he could feel her tongue along the shaft. For a brief moment, he contemplated disobeying just to feel some pain that might distract him from the urge to cum. He was saved from the pain when with a pop, she let go of his cock.

"I think turnabout is fair play, Paul, so now it's my turn." She said, flipped around, and straddled his head. Paul looked up to find her juicy pussy slowly being lowered onto his face as she once again took his cock in her mouth. Not needing to be told, he stuck out his tongue and, as soon as she was close enough, began to lick, kiss and suck her pussy as if it was his last meal. As Paul licked away, he was distracted by Faith's mouth. She was an expert cocksucker as she kept him on edge, knowing just when to start and stop, all while encouraging him to use his tongue for her pleasure.

Paul knew his best option was to give her the orgasm or orgasms she demanded, and perhaps then he would be allowed to cum. Once again, Paul knew she was close when she released his cock and began to grind on his face. He could hear her moans increase, and her hips began to rock more and more as his lips sought out her clit. At last, she shifted, and he was able to suck it between his lips and flick the tongue back and forth over it. This was all it took, and she was soon in the throws of an orgasm. Paul did all he could to prolong it as she shook, kissing and licking any area that was within reach until she finally collapsed on top of his body, her pussy now out of reach. As she recovered, she got up and, without a word, went into the ensuite.

Once again, Paul was left immobile, his cock still throbbing and wanting any release. Suddenly, he jerked, unsure if he had passed out or dozed off, but his next memory was of a Blond Faith lifting his head and offering him a drink of water. "Well, good to see you back with us, Paul. I was starting to get worried no one would be here to see the show, I'm Bianca, and I love to play with my pussy and tease men." Paul heard her say and immediately groaned. This whole evening had been one long tease, making him crazy with desire.

As he became more aware, He had a better look at "Bianca." The blonde wore a white men's shirt with only one button fastened and a lacy thong. The unusual feature of the thong was the string of pearls that rested between her pussy lips. Paul licked his lips in anticipation of using his mouth and tongue there again. He could never get enough of that pussy.

It was not to be, though, as Bianca straddled Paul's chest and undid the button on her shirt, revealing her luscious breasts and hard nipples. While one hand began to play with her nipples, the other slowly moved down her body to rest between her legs. "Would you like to lick these, Paul?" She teased as she bent over, offering him a firm nipple but leaving it just out of reach of his tongue. As he tried to lift his head to get closer, this vixen would pull back to keep the nipple out of reach. She moaned sensually as she pinched the nipple harder. "I'm imagining you biting down on it now, Paul. It feels amazing and is sending shock waves right to my clit."

She would switch from one nipple to another, offering and taking back, just once he got a brief taste as a nipple grazed the extended tongue. It did nothing to quell the raging lust Paul was feeling as she sat atop him. As the teasing continued, she shifted again. Now, instead of nipples, his view was of Bianca's perfect pussy and the thong that he longed to play with.

"Do you see how wet I am, Paul? Those pearls slip right

between my lips now. I am thinking about your tongue playing with these pearls and making them rub over my clitty." Bianca teased as her fingers started to pull on the pearls, sliding them up and down between her lips and across her clit. It was futile for Paul to try and reach, as she had a hand on his forehead, holding him in place while she played. It was apparent she was building up to an immense orgasm as she raised and hovered over Paul's face. He looked up as she pulled aside the thong and began to finger herself. Paul opened his mouth wide as she began dripping and was rewarded with her sweet nectar as she plunged her fingers in and out faster and faster. With her head thrown back and her moans continuous, she started to cum; the drips became a flood as she began to squirt all over his face. Paul cried out in frustration as he bucked up his hips, desperate for some contact and release. It was all for naught as Bianca smacked at his cock. "Stop that, Paul. It will be your time soon enough." She told Paul as she relaxed and sat back down on his chest. *What a mess I made all over your face, baby. Let me go get something to clean you up," Bianca said as she climbed off and ran to the ensuite.

It was more than a few minutes, and Paul was starting to wonder what she was up to when the door opened. There stood his beautiful wife. There were no wigs or clothes, just Faith in all her glory. She had a washcloth in her hand, and she walked over and wiped her juices off his face. Once she finished, she began to untie his ankles. "It's your turn now, Paul; I'm all yours, Faith said as she moved to his wrists and let him loose.

Once free, Paul pounced, pulling her down on the bed and laying atop her as he kissed her passionately over and over. "I love you so much, Faith. This has been such a wonderful kinky night," he told her. "But I need to cum, and I need to cum now," He said as he moved between her legs.

"I'm all yours, Paul, fuck me now, don't worry about me; I've had so many orgasms tonight, it's your turn," Faith said, laughing as she spread her legs wide, giving him the access he wanted.

Paul slowly slipped inside her and knew immediately he would not last. She fit around his cock like a silken glove. Slowly he began to fuck her, building up speed until he heard her say, "Don't hold back, Paul, don't try and make it last, cum inside me, hurry babe, I need to feel you come in me."

With Faith urging him on, Paul thrust faster and faster, his hips a blur as his orgasm built to a crescendo. With a final roar, he began to come, holding Faith's hips tight as he came deep inside her body. Faith had a look of ecstasy on her face as Paul saw her reach down and tease her clit to one final tiny cum.

Exhausted, Paul rolled off Faith, his now wilted cock slipping out and leaving a trail of combined juices. He lay on the bed, catching his breath as Faith moved to lean against him. With a soft touch, she turned his head toward her, and they kissed. Paul felt her reaching down and slipping the cock ring off his cock and tossing it aside before she began to kiss her way down his body.

As she got to Paul's soft cock, Faith gave it a lick and looked up at her husband, and asked. "How soon before you can go again, Paul?"