Abandoned New Wife Ch. 04

He was on to it, letting me squirm all I wanted, but then very gently pulling me back down on the cover, slightly tightening the cords. Inside, I knew there was no escape. For some reason, it wasn’t fear I felt but rather just helpliness. Sheila was near and I thought that I was in no real danger. Barry just wanted to tease me and would let me go any minute. Nothing was going to happen!

Maybe I was wrong. Barry started kissing me, no place in particular but rather taking what I gave him. If I was on my back, he went to my face and neck as I turned my head when he tried to kiss my lips. If I turned over, he went to the back and sides of my neck, pulling my shirt collar away to expose me. Finally, after a long while of leaving me to my own movements, he had me on my back and very gently straddled my hips, taking away my ability to turn over.

“Let’s see what everybody is so excited about,” he said. Leaning over me a little, he started unfastening the buttons on my blouse, very slow, very teasing as he watched my face. I turned aside, either out of shame or not wanting to give him any satisfaction. He undid the top two buttons and said, “This is starting to get very interesting, don’t you think.”

I just shook my head and said nothing. What was I going to say? And what did he mean by “what everybody was excited about”?

“What treasures are these next buttons hiding”? He whispered to me. I knew they would expose most of my breast, barely covered by that nothing wisp of a bra I had on. I held my breath, my face turned from his, as he undid the next buttons. Then, completely surprising me as more of this teasing plot, he didn’t open my shirt any further, opting instead to keep it closed as he completely unbuttoned the whole thing.

I knew the time had come, though, and it did. Suddenly, he quickly swept both sides of my shirt aside, totally exposing my torso. My reaction was to turn my head directly toward him, looking both at my breast encased in the filmy cloth and at his face, all in a second. My breast was as I expected, full and overflowing. His face was something else altogether, his scornful look having turned very soft, absolutely appreciative of what he saw. “Wow!” He said gently, and that was all. It was amazing that under my present circumstance, that one little word coupled with the look on his face sent a little shiver down me. Not a cold shiver, but one that started and stopped between my legs.

Leaning over me, he began a steady attack of kisses, starting from the very top of the bra where my nipples were slightly exposed up to the top of my head, moving his mouth up my captured arms to kiss my hands and fingers and then back again. My body was squirming with his advances not so much of a mental reaction as physical. How could anybody stay still under these touches? He went back and forth, sometimes making a long never-ending trail and at other times jumping from my breast to my fingertips. It was driving me crazy as I begged him to stop.

He obviously was in no hurry. I was a captive audience to say the least, and he was definite center stage. As he continued his barrage on me, I made less and less effort to turn my head when he tried finding my lips. Never once did he try to force it. There just came a point where I started giving in to him a little, receiving light contact rather than anything deep or probing. His hands never made contact with my breast, but rather stayed on my upper shoulders and arms at all times, letting his mouth do all the action.

Through all my apprehension and under his touch, my mind did an unexpected drift. I gave a quick thought about what would have been my reaction if David had spent this much time teasing me. Even with this stranger, I couldn’t deny the sensitivity I felt. With my husband, surely it would have lead to all those orgasms that I had so desperately wanted and needed but never got.

I swear he was reading my mind. Leaning over me and holding my face in both his hands, I kept my eyes closed as he began a steady barrage of light kisses all over my face and lips. I had to fight to keep from responding any more than I did. “Does he make you cum”? His question was not demanding.

“Who”? I felt stupid after I said it.

“Who do you think”? He laughed gently into an ear that he then nibbled on. It made me bring my ass up off the ground in response.

“Yes,” I lied.

“Oh, really! How often”? He looked at me with a dubious look on his face.

“All the time.” I couldn’t believe this. I was lying there with my wrist tied by a complete stranger and was having to lie to him about my private sex life. How my life had changed in such a short time!

“I’m really happy to hear that. It certainly wasn’t what I understood.” Another piece of ambiguous verbal information. He didn’t understand what?

His hands left mine and went to the clasp between my breast that was the last barrier between him and their total exposure. Staring into my face, he very slowly undid the little clasp and held the two sides together with both hands. Then, he slowly pulled each side apart, one after the other. I was looking at his face rather than at my body and the softness of his expression told me all I needed to know about how he felt about his new discovery.

“Nice, how very nice,” he said very softly. I looked down and saw that rather than the hardened bullets that my nipples had been during the ride, his extended exploration of my body and mind had caused them to become completely swollen, becoming a huge round extension of the entire breast, nothing sticking out at all. David loved them best when they were like this, but it didn’t happen very often and I was taken aback to see them in this state. I was further surprised when his reaction was exactly that of David’s. Rather than trying to hold them between his fingers he instead gently cupped them in his palms, barely making contact with the skin as he made little circles with his hands.

“I absolutely love a woman’s breast when it’s like this.” His voice was low, almost shaking. “They’re just beautiful.”

I had my head off the ground and was watching both him and his manipulation of my breast when I answered without thinking. “Thank you,” I said, and then couldn’t believe it had come out of my mouth. What was I thinking, encouraging him like this.

His smile made it clear it hadn’t blown past him. He leaned over me and gently pressed his lips to mine. I don’t know at what point I had a change in attitude, but I made no attempt to turn my head. The soft brushes I was receiving on my two swollen nubs, the just as soft contact from his lips to mine, was all taking a toll on me.

The kisses started again. On my lips, my neck, my bared, hypersensitive stomach. From quick, light brushes from his lips on my breast and belly to extended, deep penetration on my mouth, they came from all directions. I couldn’t believe what a reaction it caused when he would lightly lick my naval then go all the way up and suck my fingers. I became a writhing mass of anticipation, never knowing where he was going next, my head coming up to meet his mouth, my hips coming off the ground at times both in anticipation and in response. The cloth ropes around my wrist became less of a bond and more of something I could use to grip and pull tightly as a release, sometimes pulling my legs up in the air. Looking back, it never occurred to me at the time that if I was able to grip the cords with my hands and pull tightly on them in response to his touch that I might also have been able to loosen them enough to slip out of their loop.

This must have gone on for thirty minutes. My nipples had long ago relinquished their fullness under his manipulations and had gone back to being two pointed rocks of intense pleasure. He would, at times, make me look at them as they changed and even I was amazed at how long they had become. I don’t think I had ever seen them so pronounced. My inspections were always followed by him taking each one in his teeth and teasingly biting them until I begged him to stop. He would stop the biting and force as much into his mouth as possible, sucking hard with an in and out motion that caused me to moan and pull on my bonds, wanting to put my hands on his head to press him to me.

While I was buried in the pleasure of my breast, I didn’t notice the activity around my jeans. He had undone my belt and the top button of them. My attention was drawn to them when he slid the zipper down and I felt a sudden release around my waist as a result of the tight jeans expanding in freedom. I let out an audible “a-h-h-h” as it happened, not knowing whether it was because of the anticipation or just the delight of the freedom from the tight fit.

“Feels good”? He asked.

“Yes.”

“How are you feeling”?

I turned my head, not wanting to give an answer. He already knew how I felt. It was obvious with my body language and my mutterings.

“I guess I didn’t hear you. Does this feel good”?

“It’s alright.” I felt stupid for saying it, but it was the best defensive posture I could take at the time. I guess I still wasn’t ready to admit to him that I was totally responding to being made love to without my consent and without any participation from me. Inside, I knew that the true response would have been “This is totally new to me, absolutely unthinkable, and incredibly intensive.”

“Oh, well. If it’s just okay, maybe we’ll try something better.” He had a look on his face like a little boy about to set off fireworks. Kissing my forehead, he started a downward travel with his mouth, getting my nose and chin, planting a long, deep kiss on my mouth with his tongue searching my cavity, then slid down to my breast. The biting on the nipples came after extended kisses all over both of them but this time it was hard enough that I yelped in pain, sure he was drawing blood. He reduced the pain away with his deep, hard sucking on each one, than continued his trip south.

Stopping at my belly button again, I just shook my head mentally at how erotic all that attention there could be. I don’t know whether it was because I was tied up and couldn’t physically respond to him or what, but the pleasure I received there was almost as great as when he kissed my neck and nipples.

I broke my thoughts as his mouth came down between where my jeans had opened. Looking down, all I could see was the top of his head. I was wearing a real small pair of bikini panties, nothing more than a see-thru patch of red gauze connected on each side by tiny elastic strings. I knew he had found them when I felt him tug on the top of them with his teeth.

“So, you ARE wearing panties,” he laughed.

“Of course.” I don’t know if he was looking for an answer, but I was still having little pockets of defiance.

“Just wondered. Especially with all the gyrations that were going on during the ride.” Well, I guess if there was any doubt about whether he had detected my actions, there was the answer.

He slid back up my body until he was face to face with me. “Tell me about the ride. Did you enjoy it”?

“It was very nice.”

“I mean, did you REALLY enjoy it”? His look told me that he was asking the question I knew he was asking and didn’t want to answer.

“Yes, it was really nice. I enjoyed the air.”

“You know, most girls enjoy more than the air. Their favorite part seems to be the vibration. Did you notice it”?

“Not really, I guess.” Boy, was that ever a lie.

“Okay. Just wondered. You were squirming around a lot and pressing hard against me. Along with that and the way you were touching my stomach and chest, I just thought you might have gotten a tingle out of it.”

He slid his mouth back down my body to the top of my panties. I don’t know if my sigh was from relief of the conversation or anticipation of what was surely to come. His mouth started alternating between tugging at the elastic top of my panties and running kisses back and forth just above them across my increasingly sensitive stomach. There’s no way he could miss the small gyrations my hips were making in response to his touch, let alone the little mewing coming from my mouth. It was all I could do to keep from blurting out “Of course your bike set my pussy on fire!!”

He straddled my legs down around my knees. Grasping the pants legs on each side, he looked straight into my face and started a slow, taunting series of little tugs. I was almost amused when he realized that my jeans were on so tight that they weren’t going to come off without major effort. Laughing, he said “Oops.”

He backed all the way down from me and began removing my shoes. Removing my socks, he tried pulling my jeans down again, this time with a little force. I knew I should have been kicking and screaming. Very obviously, this procedure was part of the pleasure for him and I thought I might only increase his pleasure if I fought him. But I did.

“Barry, that’s far enough!” I cried out to him. Twisting my body and kicking out at him, he released his grip as I turned over on my stomach. It was short lived. He merely moved up on me and sat on me behind my knees, pinning me in an immobile position. I’m sure he knew I wasn’t going to offer any real resistance.

“Oh, this is nice, too,” he said. Grasping my jeans at the top with both hands, he slowly started peeling them down off my hips, turning them inside out as they came off. Strangely, when my panties started coming off with them, he stopped and took the time to put them back up on me. “Don’t want to take those off before we enjoy them,” his voice was slow and soft.

With my jeans half way down my thighs, he started kissing my ass. Above my panties, through them, on my cheeks exposed beneath them, running his tongue along the line where my cheeks met my legs, he licked and kissed. I had pulled myself up on my elbows and just dropped my head down on my chest, seeing nothing but my heaving chest featuring two super extended nipples. Breathing hard, moaning little sounds of pleasure, my ass was lifting and then lowering in response to his mouth, like I was carrying on a little fuck with an imaginary person below me. Still, through all this, his words haunted me. I couldn’t help but wonder who the “we” were that wanted to enjoy my panties.

“Turn over.” It was more a request than an order. I came down off my elbows and turned over. It was a little awkward with the ties, but the result was me being flat on my back, my hands now very loosely bound above me, and my jeans almost down to my knees. During all the twisting and turning and perhaps with a little assistance from him that I hadn’t noticed, my shirt and bra was wadded up behind me, leaving me totally exposed from the front. As he sat straddling my knees and looking me over, I knew that I was really exposed.

“You’re as beautiful as he said you were.” Damn, there it was again. Who is ‘he’? He laid down beside me, offering me a drink of water.

“If I asked you an honest question, will you give me an honest answer, even though it isn’t too fair considering your circumstance right now”? His look was soft, almost apologetic.

“I guess so,” I said. I mean, what the heck.

“Are you starting to be cool with what we’re doing? You know that I’m not going to hurt you, don’t you”?

Truth or lie. Sometimes you have no time to consider the choice. “Yes,” I said quietly, turning my head from him.

Surprisingly, he said nothing else. Instead, he spent a few minutes kissing my breast, finding my mouth on occasion. Then, his mouth still exciting my nipples, his hand slid down over my stomach, teasing my naval for a second, then slowly, smoothly entered my panties. My God, we’d been at this for an hour. What ever would have made me so unprepared that I would cry out and buck my body when I felt his fingers enter my very wet slit. But I did, causing a little bit of a surprise on my part and a big smile on his.

“Hungry, are you”? He was smug. I wasn’t going to answer him.

“Let’s see, what’s down here? Anything of interest”? I didn’t know if this arrogance was part of the game, but it was working. His teasing, both verbal and physical, was putting me on an unbelievable edge.

I said nothing, but I was making little circles with my ass, my legs slowly pumping up and down and trying to spread but my jeans around my knees restraining them. Inside, I was saying, “It’s right there, just at your fingertips.”

He found it. First, a slow teasing of my clit with his fingertips, coaxing it out of hiding and making it so hard that I could mentally see it protruding out like one of my nipples as it throbbed. During the tease, he took his other hand and spread my lips wide, totally exposing my pussy to his gaze. “Ni-i-i-ice, very nice,” His face intense as he said it. I knew I wasn’t the only one totally caught up in this.

He replaced his fingertips with his thumb on my clit, sliding some fingers up and down the channel, spreading the moisture. Abruptly, his thumb rubbed my clit really hard and he jammed two fingers deep inside me. It all happened within seconds and I bucked hard, jerking my restraints and lifting my hips to meet his fingers. Simultaneously, I let out a very loud and unrestrained cry. “A-a-a-u-u-g-h.” The sensations it brought shot straight through me. He continued to pound me with his fingers, jamming them in and out as fast as he could.

I might have been able to take two or three strokes like that. Maybe even a dozen or three dozen. But when he continued it for an extended time, I couldn’t hold it back, restraints on my wrist or not. My back arched, my head and feet holding my weight, and I exploded. I didn’t ease into it. There was little build up. There was just a massive release, both physical and mental. I can’t imagine what I was saying to him. What I CAN say is that it was no easy task for him to keep his fingers inside me with all the gyrations I was doing.

He finally bent over me while I was still very deep in the throes of my climax and kissed me deeply, temporarily silencing my loud mutterings. I welcomed him as if we were livelong lovers, offering my tongue and accepting his. Deep down, I knew this was not good. This was GREAT!

He slowed down, removing his fingers from me and went back to just sliding them up and down my pussy. I thought I could hear the sound of the slush, it was so evident. It didn’t take him long to go back to exercising his control over me.

“So, what do you think of this now”? He was sort of serious, sort of teasing.

“It’s okay,” was my weak reply.

“Still just okay, huh”? His voice was menacing, but his face smiling and giving him away.

“It feels real good,” I finally said. There, he had the answer he wanted.

“What do you want me to do now”?

I had to let it sink in. I wasn’t in too good a position to negotiate and my nerves were still on edge, begging me for relief. Finally, I barely got it out. “Take my panties off.”

He looked down at me and then a big smile came on his face as if he had found a new toy. “Are you sure, you want me to take your panties off now”?

“Yes.” What did he want from me?

“It’s your call,” he said, and stood up on his feet, straddling me. He reached down with both hands and grabbed the little elastic strings on each side of my panties. Looking down at me with a cruel smile, I suddenly realized what he was about to do.

“No!” was all I got out before he did it. With a swift jerk of both hands, my body was lifted quickly off the ground just as the strings snapped, giving way as my panties came flying off into his hands. He almost fell back and I hit the ground again with a little thud, not hurting me but causing me to catch my breath. He was standing above me with my panties still in his hand.

“You didn’t tell me to take your jeans off first,” he laughed. His gaze quickly left my face and was locked in on my crotch. I instinct I straightened my legs out stiff to conceal myself then thought that I was a little late for that. He didn’t miss the opportunity, reaching down and removing my jeans while my legs were straight and there was no resistance. When they came off, I opened my legs wide as a reaction to the new freedom, swinging them back and forth.