Marissa, and I “met” on Lush; and after some playful late night messaging over some of my stories, moved our on-line relationship off Lush and into e-mails and phone calls, followed by “real life”. It was a little rocky for a while as she had some trust issues for very legitimate purposes. It took a while, and a lot of patience on my part, but we finally got together, and it just clicked. Eventually we moved in together. Because we started on Lush, masturbation has always been a mainstay of our relationship. It was the first “sex” we ever had; I recorded an audio file of a masturbation session just for Marissa and e-mailed it to her. While I had masturbated in front of partners before, this was the first time I had ever jacked off specifically for a partner’s pleasure and not my own; not that it wasn’t pleasurable for me. I can still vividly remember that cum. Now we frequently self-pleasure for each other, with each other, and in front of each other. Yet, for all of the openness in our sexual relationship, Marissa has never used her vibrator to get off if there was even the slightest possibility that I would hear or see her; even though I know she uses it when I’m not around, and she knows that I know. I assumed that it was a part of her sexuality that she wanted to keep from me, that last bit that she couldn’t trust to reveal about herself to me. So it was of no small significance when I came home early from work one day and caught her in the act. I knew that she had been up all night working a double shift, so I was very careful to not make any noise Bostancı Escort as I entered the house. I gently laid my briefcase on the table in the foyer, and slipped out of my shoes before getting off the rug and crossing the hardwood floors as I crept up the stairs to the bedroom to look in and see how she was doing. As I got close, I could see that the door was ajar, and I heard two sounds coming from the room. The first was immediately familiar; it was my love moaning in sexual release. The other was unfamiliar at first, but as I stopped and listened carefully, I realized that it was the soft buzzing of her vibe. Now I knew that if I made any noise, she’d stop immediately. And while part of me didn’t want to interrupt her while she was obviously having a good time, I can’t deny that there was also part of me that was getting aroused listening to her getting off in a way that I had never heard or seen her do before. And that part was getting harder by the second. I was about to seriously consider taking matters into my own hands, as it were, when I heard Marissa get out of bed. I rushed back downstairs to the living room and quickly sat down, but I wasn’t sure that she had not heard me. She came down wearing a robe, and while she acted surprised to see me, there was something in her manner that made her appear unsettled. Our evening was uneventful for a Friday; I passed it off as the results of a hard week for the both of us. We went out for wings and a few beers, but not late. We came directly home, where she Bostancı Escort Bayan read as I worked a cross-word puzzle. We retired early, and while there was cuddling, that’s as far as it went. Like I said, it had been a hard week. I woke up that Saturday morning at about five am due to an insistent pressure in my bladder, then crawled back into bed and fell back asleep. I’m not sure how long I slept after that, but when I finally woke I noticed two things. One, Marissa was not in bed with me; and, two, I could not move. I was tied spread-eagle to the bed, naked, by four of my silk neckties. Now, naked wasn’t unusual; we both slept that way most of the time. But being tied up was a first. “Hey, um, darling,” I said kind of loudly, “is there something that I should know?” My red-haired temptress came floating into the room. “Why, whatever do you mean?” she giggled as she dropped her bathrobe to the floor. My eyes took in her freshly showered nudity, and the physiological effect was almost immediate. She walked over and sat on the bed. Then, taking my growing hardness into her hand, said in that same giggly voice, “Well, it’s a good thing you’re tied down. This is a rather aggressive penis you have here.” Marissa walked over to her night stand, opened the drawer, and took out her vibrator and turned it on. “Tell me,” she said, “did he get this hard yesterday while you listened to me and my little friend playing?” I had been caught! I blushed, and nodded my head. “Would you like to hear some more?” she asked, Escort Bostancı her voice suddenly lowering to that slightly huskier and sexier tone she gets when she is on a sexual quest. By now, my cock was as hard as it could get, and twitched. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Straddling my chest on her knees as she faced me, she leaned back so that her pussy was in clear view but totally inaccessible. I could see that she was already becoming aroused. She began to slowly run her finger up and down her outer labia, then through the soft auburn hairs covering her mons. The nipples on her perky breasts were hard, and I could detect the growing scent of her desire. I groaned. “You know how I love playing with myself for you,” she whispered. “It gets me so hot. Look, I’m getting wet already,” she went on, as she used her fingers to spread her lips, revealing the moist treasure they protected. “Oh, and look, my little man is waking up,” she said, as she pulled the hood back from her swelling clit. “I guess he’s here to join the fun, too.” Using just her fingernail, she flicked the nub, sending shudders through her own body. With one hand giving her nipples a firm going over, she continued to play with her pussy with the other; alternating between the entrance to her vagina and her now fully engorged love button. Her pussy was getting so wet that her juices began to drip onto my chest. Her breathing became ragged. Little yelps came from her throat. I’d seen her masturbate enough to know that she was on the verge of an orgasm when she suddenly stopped. Sliding off the bed, she went back to the nightstand and came back with a sleeping mask that she used when she needed to sleep during the day after an all-night shift at the hospital. She saw the quizzical look on my face as she climbed back over me. “I asked if you wanted to hear some more, not watch,” she said, smiling.