knew that Pete had bought her something big for her birthday but
she hadn't expected… this.
"There, baby, what do you think?"
he'd said, smiling slyly. "More interesting than flowers, wouldn't
She'd opened her eyes to discover
he'd installed a sex swing in the corner of their back room. The
black harness was fixed firmly to the ceiling by a hook and hung
on a spring above a mattress. The back support and stirrups were
made of a soft, inviting fabric.
After the initial shock, Katie
began to think of the possibilities. Her pussy clenched in response.
She'd always liked the idea of a sex swing. They seemed like the
ultimate decadence, something owned by people who threw orgies and
fucked each other three times a day. People who were passionate
enough about sex to install major equipment and put holes in their
And she liked the idea of getting
away from the bedroom too. Their back room was private and rarely
used. Now it looked like some kind of nascent dungeon, an adult
play area, in theory at least. She liked the idea that they might
fuck each other here, in broad daylight, like porn stars or urgent,
illicit lovers, giving themselves over to simple lust without any
Best of all, she liked the idea
of being held, suspended, spread open and ready for licking and
fucking, unable to escape.
She found herself incredibly turned
Katie turned to Pete and gave
him a long, lingering kiss. "I love it," she whispered into his
"I'm so glad," he murmured back.
"I was worried you wouldn't like it."
She pulled back to look at him,
the corner of her mouth turned up. "Well, I guess if I can't have
flowers I'll have to settle for you fucking me long and hard while
I'm totally naked and suspended in a sex swing, completely at your
mercy. Ho hum."
He grinned and they kissed again,
lips crushed together and tongues meeting hungrily, lustily.
Within moments they had both shed
their clothes, eager to try out their new toy. It took a few minutes
to work out which harness went where, and all the while Katie's
pussy was throbbing with anticipation. At last she was strapped
in, reclining back with one leg in each stirrup, suspended in the
air with her thighs wide open. Her cunt felt hot and exposed, wet
Pete stepped back and took time
to admire his wife. She looked so beautiful, trussed there before
him. Her nipples were huge and erect. Her labia were pulsing with
blood, flowering open and ready and her clit was hard, protruding
upwards. Everything about her turned him on. His cock stood to attention,
saluting her pure fuckability.
He adjusted the harness so it
dropped close to the mattress. He lay on his back beneath her, his
head between her legs, and proceeded to taste her dripping liquid,
carefully running his tongue up and down her slit, tracing the tip
along every fold before focusing on the glorious bud at the top.
He licked with a certainty born of long practice, knowing just the
right pace and pressure to bring her to orgasm.
It didn't take long. Katie was
afire with erotic energy, her imagination stirred by the mere experience
of sitting in the sling. His tongue was a whip of focused pleasure,
drawing her consciousness to her clit and fixing it there, a slave
to intense sensation. Her orgasm was almost too fast, causing her
to writhe against the harness, rocking and moaning.
"Good, baby?" Pete asked, licking
his lips and smiling.
She rolled her eyes and nodded,
giving a weak smile.
"My turn, I think."
She liked the idea of being held, suspended,
spread open and ready for licking and fucking...
from under her, he adjusted the swing to waist height. Positioning
himself between her legs, he gripped her hips and thrust into her
cunt, his cock sliding easily into her still-quivering cunt flesh.
He groaned, momentarily shaken by the pure thrill of fucking. It
was as if Katie were weightless, a glorious suspension of woman,
impaled on his hard member as though it were an obscene fulcrum.
He began to fuck, slowly and deliberately,
his eyes drawn to the vision of his cock sliding in and out of her
cunt, slick with the juices of her pleasure. As his speed increased,
the swing gained momentum, almost like a pendulum, bouncing her
with increasing force onto his manhood, eliciting moans from them
Katie reached down and began to
rub her clit. The need for orgasm was growing in her again. Being
fucked like this was incredible. She enjoyed the feeling of powerlessness,
of being a trussed toy, open and available for penetration, with
no control over her own movements. Pete was in charge here, and
she liked it. Again, she felt like some kind of hedonistic pervert,
the kind who abandons herself to sex with little heed to consequence
or logic. Pleasure was the only rule, and she welcomed it.
She felt her orgasm swell, demanding
for release. Carefully she held off, her eyes on Pete's face, waiting.
He had his eyes closed, lost in the sensuality of it. A little furrow
worried his brow, and he was half biting his lip, steadily increasing
his rhythm, thrusting deeper and deeper into her, the tempo building
to a frenzy.
At last his climax arrived, and
she let her own barriers down, rubbing her clit furiously as he
fucked her cunt hard. She came, perhaps a few seconds after him,
her pussy clenching around him, hugging him, welcoming him.
He collapsed back onto the mattress.
She hung limp on the swing.
"Best. Birthday. Present.
Ever..." she said between breaths.