My husband and I have been married for ten years. I’d never cheat on him, but sometimes I feel as if he takes me for granted.

Last weekend, while he was out of town, I took a leisurely bath, and while I masturbated, I thought about how thrilling it would be if I seduced a stranger and took total control.

I see myself dressed only in a long coat and scarf, and high heels. I purchase a round-trip ticket and board the late-night train into the city. The car is practically empty, but I claim a seat in the back next to a well-built man. As I mentally undress him, I picture myself binding his wrists behind his head with my satin scarf. I imagine sucking his neck, slowly making my way down past his nipples, continuing down along the tapered strip of hair that disappears below his belt. The bulge behind the zipper draws me like a magnet. I unbuckle the belt and unzip his pants. His cock springs free, hot and hard, and I can’t wait to taste it.

He begs me to free his hands so he can touch me, but I ignore his pleas. I tease his cock with my tongue, paying careful attention to the sensitive rim. I continue until I feel the pulse quicken, till the veins become more pronounced — until he tries to thrust his entire length into my mouth. I want to bring him to the brink of orgasm, then slow things down a little to enhance and prolong the pleasure. I pull back and squeeze his cock firmly at the base, telling him that he has to pleasure me first.

I take off my coat and brush my tits against his chest while he moans and strains against his binds. His coarse chest hair rasps against my sensitive nipples and I nearly lose it. Now I’m the one on the edge. I untie his hands, telling him he must remain seated and obey me unconditionally. I’m not surprised when he agrees, eager to please me.

I tell him to suck hard on my nipples while I straddle his lap and rub my slick pussy along his rock-hard length, and I nearly come from the combined sensations. After several minutes of divine torture, I’m more than ready to fuck.

I reverse my position, giving him my back, then slowly lower myself. I tell him to fuck me hard and fast, but he’s to stop before he ejaculates. Reverse cowgirl is my second favorite position, but my real passion is tying up my lover to immobilize his arms and legs. Then I can suck and lick his cock until he comes hard. Not this time, though.

He’s having a hard time holding back his pleasure and begs me to let him come. I have an amazing orgasm, then turn around to face him. Just before taking him into my mouth, I say, “Now,” and draw out every last bit of come as his hard body shudders with release. Feeling quite satisfied,

I thank him, put on my coat, and leave the train.

On the trip home, I think about what I just did. My husband is due home in the morning, and I plan to wait up for him because I still need more. But when I get home, there’s a message that he’ll be out of town for two more days.

As I lie on the couch, I get very excited again, and this time I use my dildo, a ten-inch one that’s very thick and makes my time alone very enjoyable.