As soon as they entered their playroom, Mr. and Mrs. Smith started shedding their clothes, revealing the shiny latex catsuits they had prepared for the night. These were full-body suits made entirely out of thick, glossy material that hugged every curve and contour perfectly. Mrs. Smith took control first, tying up her husband using various types of intricate bondage knots. She tied his wrists behind his back, secured his elbows to each other, and then bound his ankles tightly together so he couldn’t move at all. With each knot she tied, she felt a surge of power course through her veins.
Next, she picked up a heavy leather whip and smirked as she approached her helpless husband. She raised the whip high above her head and brought it crashing down onto his bare ass cheeks with all her might. The sound of the leather cracking against his skin echoed throughout the room, adding another level of excitement to this dark fantasy. Mr. Smith let out a gasp when he felt the sting from the whip but then groaned loudly as she began to pepper his thighs and lower back with more strokes. His cock, trapped inside its restrictive cage within the catsuit, was rock hard despite (or perhaps because of) the pain.
Mrs. Smith continued spanking him until he was covered in welts and bruises, each one a testament to their love for pushing boundaries.
She dropped the whip with a loud clatter and moved closer to her bound husband. Her eyes gleamed with desire as she unzipped her latex suit just enough to reveal her shaved pussy. She straddled his chest, letting her wet cunt hover tantalizingly close to his face. “Lick me,” she commanded, grinding her hips slightly. Mr. Smith’s breath quickened as he strained against his bonds, desperate to please his wife. He stuck out his tongue and began licking her slick folds, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. Mrs. Smith moaned loudly, grinding harder on his face. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered, “make mommy feel good.”
As he licked and sucked, she reached down and started jerking his rigid cock through the material of his catsuit. The friction was driving him wild, but he couldn’t get enough of her taste. She increased her pace, matching her handjob rhythm to the tempo of her grinding. Finally, she pulled away and stood up, admiring the sight of her husband’s flushed face and straining body. She retrieved a bottle of lubricant and coated her fingers generously before inserting them into her dripping pussy. Then, she walked over to where Mr. Smith’s head was positioned and lowered herself onto his mouth once more, guiding her fingers into his waiting mouth.
He eagerly sucked on her fingers, savoring the flavor of her arousal as she continued to grind on his face. Her moans grew louder, signaling her approaching climax. With one final thrust, she cried out in ecstasy, coating his face with her juices. She then moved back to his trapped cock and began to deepthroat him through the catsuit, swallowing every inch of him.
Mr. Smith groaned loudly, feeling the tightness of her throat around his shaft. His balls tightened, and he knew he was close to cumming. He shouted out her name as he ejaculated inside the latex suit, filling it with his hot sperm. Mrs. Smith swallowed every drop, smiling triumphantly as she finished her husband off. They both lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before untangling the knots and embracing each other in a passionate kiss.