Sally and David

I sat nervously, the text from Sally echoing in my mind. "I'm on my way home." It had been an hour, and I was a bundle of nerves. Despite the uncertainty, I held onto the fact that she had told me she loved me. Her car pulled into the driveway, and I stood, ready to meet her in the hallway. She smiled and hugged me tightly as she entered, a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Let me go change, and then we can talk,” she said, her voice soft yet determined.

I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. The next hour felt like an eternity. At one point, I thought I heard Sally talking on the phone, but I couldn't be sure. When she finally came down, she was wearing her joggers and a t-shirt, a good sign that she was ready to relax and talk.

She hugged me again, her embrace warm and comforting.

 “Why don't you sit in the lounge? I'll get us some drinks,” she suggested, guiding me to the sofa.

I sat, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. Sally returned with two glasses of chilled wine, but instead of sitting next to me, she chose the loveseat across from me. She sighed deeply, taking a large sip of her wine. I followed suit, the cool liquid doing little to calm my nerves.

“So,” she began, her voice steady, “I think we've both got a lot of things we need to sort out, don't you?”

“Yes, I think we do,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

She took another sip, her eyes never leaving mine. “I think that if things don't change between us, then this marriage is over. That's not what I want, and I'm hoping you feel the same way.”

She paused, taking a breath before continuing. “That's why I've taken steps to change a few things around here.”

I tried to respond, but my tongue felt heavy, and my legs wobbled beneath me. Sally watched me, a small smile playing on her lips. “It's okay, my love. I've given you something to help you relax so you can take in the changes that are going to be made.”

I felt a strange sensation, as if I were floating. Sally took the glass from my hand and gently took my hand in hers. 

“Come on, my love. Let's get you upstairs. We've got some work to do.”

I stood, my movements slow and deliberate. It felt right to follow her, and a stupid smile was plastered on my face. The world around me seemed to blur, and only my hand in hers and her smile seemed real.

She led me to the bedroom, and I followed without question, my senses heightened and my mind drifting in a haze of trust and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced across the walls as we moved.

“Let's get these clothes off, shall we?” she whispered, her voice a sultry promise.

 I complied, a smile spreading across my face as she carefully peeled away each layer, her touch both gentle and commanding. She turned me around, guiding me to the bed, and lay me down with a tenderness that belied the intensity of her gaze.

“Just lie there, my love,” she murmured, her fingers tracing a path down my body. “I'm going to take care of all that nasty hair for you. Won't that be nice?”

I nodded, my trust in her absolute, as I felt the warm water and the gentle scraping of the razor. She lifted my balls, shaving with a precision that made me shiver. The sensation was odd, but her touch was soothing, and I surrendered to her ministrations.

“There, my love, that looks better,” she said, patting me dry with a soft towel. Her smile was radiant, and I felt a surge of love and desire. “But I have a little present just for you. I had it made specially, six months ago. Everything is ready, just for you.”

I smiled up at her, my heart pounding with curiosity and anticipation. I felt something cold and metallic around my balls, a click that sent a jolt through me. Then, another cool band encircled my cock, followed by another metallic click. The sensation was strange, but I trusted her completely.

“There, that's better, all safe and secure now,” she said, patting something I couldn't see. Her voice was laced with satisfaction, and I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement.

“I've got another gift for you here, aren't you lucky?” she cooed, lifting my neck. Something cool was fitted around my throat, and I heard another click. I lay there, my body adorned with her gifts, my mind a swirl of emotions and sensations, entirely at her mercy.

She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, her breath warm and inviting. With a slow, deliberate motion, she stripped away her clothes, revealing her body in all its allure. She sat in the chair by the bed, her eyes never leaving mine, a mix of mischief and desire sparkling in their depths.

With a graceful reach, she opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a vibrator, one I had never seen before. She brought it to her lips, her tongue teasingly circling the tip as if it were a cock, her eyes locked onto mine with a smoldering intensity. Her hand slid the vibrator down her body, tracing a path to her soaking wet pussy, where she turned on the knob with a flick of her wrist.

She groaned as she fed the vibrator inside herself, her body responding with a shiver of pleasure. Sally began to move, gently fucking herself with the device, her gaze fixed on me, daring me to watch, to feel the intensity of her pleasure. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her hips bucked against the chair, her movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

Her pleasure became more apparent, her body squirming and writhing as she chased her climax. She cried out loud, her voice a symphony of ecstasy, as she came with an intensity I had never witnessed. Her body shook, her muscles tensing and releasing, and her eyes rolled back in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

After Sally regained her breath, she leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly, her touch a mix of affection and dominance. She helped me up from the bed, her grip firm and guiding.

“You need to get a little rest now, my love, somewhere just for you so you won’t be disturbed,” she said, her voice soft yet commanding.

I smiled, a goofy grin spreading across my face, and held her hand as she led me out of our bedroom and down the hallway. She guided me into the smallest guest room and helped me lie down on the bed. She covered me with a quilt, lifting the bottom-right corner. Something soft yet cool and tight was wrapped around my ankle, and I heard a snap as it closed.

She leaned down, her lips brushing mine in a final, lingering kiss. “Goodnight, my love,” she whispered, before turning and leaving the room.