It had been a long, dreary winter, but the first crocuses were blooming, signaling the light at the end of the tunnel.

I suggested to Annie, my wife, that it was time to start planning our annual spring vacation.

“I’ve got a better idea,” she began, and I could tell from the gleam in her eye that it was going to be a good one. “Why don’t you take a week off work, but instead of going away, we’ll stay in the house and I’ll find all sorts of new and sexy ways to tie you up and fuck your brains out?” The thought of a week’s worth of bondage play made my dick hard and my blood boil, and knowing the extent of Annie’s creativity sealed the deal. I agreed, and then left her to her plans.

On the Friday night that kicked off our “vacation,” Annie was already home from work when I arrived. She met me at the door wearing a long red dress that clung to her curves and fell to her ankles, and a pair of high-heeled patent leather shoes. The dress barely contained her large breasts, and my mouth watered as my eyes trailed down and took in the sight of her cleavage. Her black hair was piled on top of her head, making her look even more stunning.

The first thing Annie did was demand that I strip for her, right there in the foyer. As I quickly complied, she told me to leave my clothes on the floor so we could get started immediately. Then she grabbed hold of my hard cock and led me directly to the bedroom.

Now I got to see the extent of her preparations. Annie had gone all-out. There were fur-lined cuffs attached to all four corners of the bed, and an array of ropes, chains and other restraining devices laid out on the dresser. There was also a ball gag and a whip, and my ass tingled as I thought of the last time she’d used that on me.

I didn’t have much time to take it all in. “Get on your knees,” Annie demanded, and then she took a pair of metal cuffs from the top of the dresser, pulled my arms behind me and locked my wrists together. Sitting on the bed, as far from me as possible, she said, “Come here,” and pointed right in front of her.

I was about to stand up and walk over, but I realized that she wanted me to do it on my knees. Slowly, I made my way over to where she’d indicated, the nubby carpet scraping my skin. Then she stood and hiked up her dress, revealing that she was naked beneath it, her bald pussy shiny with sex juice. “Eat me,” she commanded.

Normally, I spread Annie’s labia with my fingertips and get to work. But with my hands cuffed behind my back, all I could do was lean forward, hoping that I could keep my balance and do my best with just my lips and tongue. Annie shifted slightly to give me a better angle, and I managed to plaster my face to her cunt, where I licked and sucked her slippery folds and flicked her hard clit with my tongue-tip.

As I ate my wife’s pussy, her juices flowed heavily, her ass writhed, her hips lifted off the mattress and she moaned loudly. I knew she was getting close to her orgasm so I sucked her clit harder until she grasped my head and held me to her cunt, not letting go until she’d finished coming. My dick was throbbing by now, wanting its turn at the hot, wet place between my wife’s legs, but restrained as I was, it would have to wait until Annie had mercy on us both.

That wouldn’t be for a while, as Annie had planned our night carefully and my orgasm wasn’t on schedule yet. Standing again, she smoothed down her dress and told me to get up. When I was on my feet, my cock jutting straight out, she walked around me and released my hands, then told me stand in the doorway. I had no idea why she wanted that until I got there and looked up. There was an eyebolt in the jamb, one that hadn’t been there when I’d left for work. Apparently, Annie was handier than I thought.

Instructing me to raise my hands over my head and rise up on my toes somewhat, she got a length of rope and our footstool, which she set down before me. Then she climbed up, threaded the rope through the bolt and wrapped the ends around my wrists before knotting them together tightly. I tested her work when she was done. While there wasn’t much give, I could still move around somewhat, as the top of the doorway wasn’t that far above my head. Apparently, Annie had thought of that, because she went over to the closet and pulled out a two-foot metal bar with cuffs at either end that I had never seen before. Smiling wickedly, she walked back toward me.

“Remember that spreader bar I told you about?” she asked, running the piece of metal over her breasts so that her nipples hardened and became visible through her dress. “Well, I decided to buy it.” She moved the stool aside and knelt by my feet to attach the cuffs to my ankles. Now my legs were spread wide and I was completely restrained for her pleasure.

Annie went into the bathroom and I wondered what she would come out with next. She returned with a tube of KY, and my cock jumped as she coated a finger with some of the slippery gel. Then she stood in front of me and pressed into my body so that I swayed slightly and had to struggle to keep my balance. Luckily, the rope binding my wrists saw to that. My cock throbbed against Annie’s stomach, and I worried about what might happen if the pre-come dripping from my dick got on her dress, but that thought was eradicated when her slippery finger made its way between my asscheeks and into my anus.

My body jolted forward as though a surge of electricity had run through it, and it was all I could do to keep from coming as Annie began thrusting her finger in and out. I caught her eye and she gave me a disapproving glance. “No way,” she warned in a tone that told me not to argue. “You’re not coming yet. I’ve got plans for that erection.” To prove it, she pulled her finger from my ass, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated.

Annie climbed on the stool again to untie my wrists. My arms tingled as the blood flowed back to my hands, and I shook them out to speed up the process. Then she put one arm around my waist and helped me walk to the bed. It wasn’t easy with the spreader bar still cuffed to my ankles, but by moving one foot forward and then the other, I managed to hobble across the room.

I was told to sit down and watch as Annie slowly peeled her dress up over her generous hips and past her breasts before pulling it over her head. A few strands of her carefully arranged hair came undone and hung around her beautiful face, making her look even sexier. Of course, she was naked now, which also helped.

Placing both her hands on my shoulders, Annie pushed me back and had me shimmy up on the bed. She straddled my waist, her damp pussy pressed provocatively against my stomach as she reached up to strap the cuffs attached to the headboard around my wrists. The soft, furry cuffs felt great against the skin that had been chafed by the ropes.

Annie then slid back down my body until her wet pussy hovered directly over my hard dick. Grasping it firmly by the base, she directed my cockhead to her ready cunt and began inching down until her ass rested against my balls. Then, before she started her ride, she sat still for a moment, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips.

I gasped the first time she rose up and came crashing down on my cock. Then she did it again, and the tightness of her pussy as she bounced on my dick was almost overwhelming. Struggling to hold back my climax, I held my breath as she repeatedly impaled herself, her movements growing ever faster. Annie really gave herself a good fucking, her tits swaying wildly, and I longed to reach out and hold them in my hands, or stroke her clit, or finger her asshole — anything to increase her pleasure. But she took care of that herself, flicking at her clitoris with one hand while the other played at her nipples. Just seeing that was so intense that I almost forgot I couldn’t do it myself.

All of those combined sensations sent Annie over the edge. She threw back her head and let out a tortured moan as she came while the muscles of her pussy did a good imitation of a handjob around my cock. I groaned in frustration, wanting to let go badly, and luckily, Annie returned to earth at that moment and gave me an almost imperceptible nod to go ahead.

I didn’t wait; I had no choice. I sent the contents of my balls spurting into Annie’s cunt, which was still squeezing my shaft as though it was milking me from inside. When she’d gotten every drop of my semen, she lifted herself off my softening cock, gave me a peck on the lips and went into the bathroom, leaving me tied to the bed. As Annie ran herself a bath, I wondered how she was going to top this, knowing full well that she could. After all, it was only the first day of our week of bondage.