Her secret

Her Secret

"I can't do that! I LOVE you!" Brent was looking at her, eyes wide, full of disbelieve. "How can you even ask such a thing of me!" He shook his head, and repeated: "I LOVE you..." "But that's just it, Brent..!" Anita was desperately fighting to find the right words. God, how had she dreaded this conversation! And rightly so, it turned out. Alright, he had not bolted out of the room. But this face full of disgust and incredulity had been second on her list of fears. Still, she had to push on, because the last months their relation had been going down the drain.

They hadn't slept with each other for over two months now. After little over a year Brent had finally given up on her in bed, with her lackluster attitude. He had accepted that his wife apparently had no need for a passionate sex life, and because he loved her deeply nevertheless, he resigned him self, secretly hoping for a miracle.

In reality however, Anita was dying to have sex with him. She just didn't dare to reveal her utmost desire to him, her great secret, afraid that he might not love her anymore. That he would consider her to be a freak. But in the in the end, the abstinence had become unbearable for her.

So this night, she had gone upstairs early. She had taken a shower, washed and dried her hair. Then she had put on make up, and one of Brent's favorite odors.

She had chosen a pair of nice earrings, and then she had waited for him, sitting on the bed, in her birthday suit. With next to her, on the bed, two long, soft, white pieces of rope.

When Brent came upstairs (finally, as she was getting cold) he was surprised twice: first very pleasantly, and immediately afterwards significantly less joyful, as his eyes fell on the ropes. He opened his mouth, but Anita lay a finger across his lips and made him sit next to her. She folded her arms round his neck and started to kiss him, long and intense. Brent responded eagerly, forgetting his apprehension for the moment.They fell onto the bed, still entangled in each others arms, kissing passionately. His hands slid over her body, down her back, onto her behind, and unlike previous times, she responded to his attentions, pressing her groin to his crotch. Round and round they rolled, Brent could feel her hard nipples on his chest, felt her buttocks winding tight. He was in heaven!

But all of a sudden his hand felt something underneath her. The ropes... With a shock he remembered his entrance, and the conclusion he had come to; a conclusion that had seemed so obvious. He felt chills going down his spine thinking about it, but finally he took heart. He broke off their kiss and tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. In the end he managed to get them out, horse and uncertain: "Why have you never told me you want to tie me up?" Anita seemed bewildered for a moment. Then came her soft, almost bashful answer. "Because... because I don't want to. I want you to tie ME up..."

"Just BECAUSE you love me, sweetheart! I would never ask it from someone who DIDN'T love me, or who I didn't love! It is just because I know I can trust you completely, and because I love you so much. AND because I want to have sex with you so bad! Oh please Brent: do this for me, for US! I'm not asking you to beat me up or mistreat me in any way. Just my arms behind my back. PLEASE?! Brent hesitated. It all sounded relatively innocent, that was true. But on the other hand: it just wasn't ... normal. Then again, she seemed to want it so bad... AND to have sex again after all this time...

Brent was sitting on the edge of the bed. His penis was fully erect, as he observed his wife. Her arms were tied behind her back with ropes around her wrists and elbows. She was standing in front of the mirror, admiring her own helpless image. She was turning this way and that, twisting and bending over her powerless upper body. Brent softly stroke his hard on, and smiled. Only now did he appreciate how right his decision had been, how earnest her request, how DEEP her desire. Anita had changed completely! She was shining, beaming! Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes were full of lust!

But it wasn't just her new unchained lewdness that excited him, to his surprise. The fact that she was so impotent, so completely helpless and at his mercy made a huge impression on him, quite contrary to his expectations.

He was lying on his back and through his eyelashes he looked at Anita. She was straddling him, impaled on his rod. Her hair was hanging in her face in long, damp strings. Her whole body was glistening with sweat. Due to the way her arms were tied back, her small perky breasts proudly protruded. Never had she looked more beautiful! One more time, he thrust his cock deeper in her, savoring her little groans, and the way she arched over backwards even more, her head back!

He was grunting himself, as he placed his hands on her thighs. From now on, his wife wouldn't run short of anything!