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Frustrated wife seeks help

 The knock on the door had been gentle. When I opened

the door Ishita’s voice was very nervous. And now we were

sat opposite each other on the arm chairs drinking

coffee. And Ishita was clearly upset. We had known each

other for many years, but not as strong friends. Ishita

and her husband Dipu would sometimes pass the time

chatting to either me of my wife Judy when we met, but

we didn’t go to each others houses or socialise more

than that.


It was me who broke the ice. “So what’s the problem,

Ishita.”


Ishita was in her early thirties with short dark hair, and

while her body was filling out a bit she was still very

shapely and attractive. She also looked quite

vulnerable as she began to cry. It took her a couple of

minutes before she hesitantly began to speak.


“I’m sorry, but someone I work with said I should come

and talk to you. That you or your wife might help.”

Again she began to sob, so I passed her some tissues. I

apologised that Judy was out, but made encouraging

noises and Ishita hesitantly continued.


“It’s Dipu.” Dipu was a kind friendly man, but was

perhaps twenty years older than his wife. Again, after

a pause Ishita continued. “It’s Dipu. We’ve been sleeping

apart for over ten years now. He’s no interest in…”

Ishita hesitated, embarrassed. She continued. “We

haven’t… for ten years.” Suddenly she blurted it out.

“I need it!”


We sat in silence. I was stunned, Ishita embarrassed.

After a few moments Ishita blustered “I’m sorry, sorry, I

shouldn’t have said that. I must go,” She leapt to her

feet.


I help my hand up and spoke in my strong voice. “Ishita.

Sit down.” She stopped, and tentatively sat down.


It was me who broke the silence, but in a gentler

voice. ” What you mean Ishita” I looked hard into her

eyes. “What you mean Ishita is that you need a bloody good

fucking.”


At my choice of language Ishita went even redder and

looked down. I continued. “Is that what you want to

say?”


For several seconds Ishita said nothing, but then I heard

her quiet “Yes.”


I felt I should push this just a little further. “Then

if that is what you mean, then you must say it.”


“No, I can’t,” Ishita quickly got out.


Again I paused. “You must say it, Ishita.”


Another pause, but this time she said it very quietly

and demurely. “Opu, I need a bloody good fucking.”

Suddenly she became a little more animated. “But I

can’t give in, you must take me. You must do it. You

must…” I held up my hand and stopped her. I stood up,

walked to where she was, pulled her to her feet and

within seconds had lifted her in a fireman’s lift. She

was shocked, but she did not struggle.


Ishita was wearing a black skirt and blouse, the skirt

riding up as I held her in the lift. I carried her to

the bedroom and threw her gently onto her back on the

bed. “Don’t move!” I ordered. I knew should would give

in to anything, now, but she needed to feel I was

taking her, making her do this against her will. As

that was what she wanted, I felt I could take her much

further than she imagined, and would open her to more

pleasure in the future.


I went to her, reached behind her and undid her skirt,

and with one move removed both skirt and panties. She

moved to cover herself with her hands to hide her

embarrassment.


I spoke gently to her. “I will not allow you to cover

yourself, stop that.”


The bed was ready prepared for good times, so I sat on

her, and within a couple of minutes had her tied

spread-eagled on the bed, arms and legs stretched wide,

with the silk bands that were attached to the corners

of the bed. We use silk because it’s strong, but

doesn’t rub or hurt. Remarkably Ishita remained quiet,

despite the humiliation of being naked from the waist

down and being tied to the bed with legs apart.


“Ishita,” I spoke to her gently. “Have you ever used toys

at all.”


Ishita suddenly looked frightened and confused. “No,” she

said nervously. “Never wanted to.”


I went over to the dressing table and picked up a

vibrator, perhaps 7 inches long with an attachment on

the end which rested against the clitoris, and took it

to the bed and showed it to her. It was a special toy

with a remote control which I worked. “Ishita.” Again I

spoke quietly. “You are obviously very agitated and

excited. I am going to put this in you for perhaps

twenty minutes to remove some of your agitation. Then

we will make love. I am going to watch your twenty

minutes. Watch everything that you do.”


Ishita looked shocked and struggled against her bonds.

“Please, no!”


I ignored Ishita’s protests as I gently tickled her

already sopping pussy for a moment before sliding the

vibrator slowly inside. As I turned it on I watched as

her eyes opened wide, heard her catch her breath as I

set it to 3 on the dial. I sat back in a chair and

watched, as the vibrator was clearly having an effect

whirring inside her as well as vibrating against her

clitoris. Despite herself, Ishita’s breathing was getting

heavier, her body beginning to buck, and after about 3

minutes she screamed out as an orgasm ripped through

her body, her hips thrusting into the air.


For a moment I turned the vibrator off to let her catch

her breath. Ishita gave the impression she thought that

was going to be the end, but perhaps two minutes later

I turned the vibrator on again this time set to five.

Ishita cried out “No, please…” but couldn’t resist the

effect. Within a minute her body was squirming against

the silk bonds. She moaned softly, her breathing

getting heavier. Again, after perhaps three or four

minutes she screamed in orgasm again.


Again I turned the vibrator off for a moment. Again Ishita

expected to be released. Again I turned on the

vibrator, this time on full. Her third orgasm ripped

through her body, as did her fourth and fifth with the

vibrator. Ten years of pent-up frustration were

released in that twenty minutes. For me, it was a

wonderful show. For Ishita the mix of bondage, humiliation

and stimulation had given her a twenty minutes of

pleasure like she had never experienced before.


After the fifth Ishita seemed exhausted, so I went to the

bed and released the bonds and removed the vibrator. As

I did she held onto me, hugging me tightly. I stroked

her hair gently until she relaxed and I could lie her

on the bed, kissing her gently while my hand softly

caressed a breast, still held in bra and blouse. For

several minutes I kissed her and let my hand caress her

breasts, then began to undo her blouse, then reach

behind her and unclip her bra. Her ample and full

breasts fell clear – stunning for a woman of her age.


I took her left breast in my mouth and nibbled her

already erect nipple, then moved to the other. Ishita lay

back relaxed, enjoying the attention. At last I spoke

to her.


“Ishita, you are mine. But I need to take you to the last

bits of your submission.”


In her relaxation I heard her murmur softly “Yes

please.” I sat astride her chest and rested my cock

between her breasts, pulling the breasts up to encircle

my cock. I began to slowly slide my cock back and

forwards, the tip pointing at Ishita’s face. It felt so

good that I sped up, fucking her beautiful tits. It was

only as I was about to cum did she realise what was to

happen, but I held her tightly as I fired my cum all

over her face. She was so hot I seemed to have gallons.

There were strands all over her face and hair.


As I relaxed I got off her and with my hand smeared my

cum all over her face and through her hair, then we lay

together in each others arms. Once or twice she moved

her hand to remove my cum but I stopped her gently and

she did not force it.


We lay together for perhaps twenty minutes until I

spoke to her. “Ishita, there is one last part of yourself

that you have not yet given.” Ishita tensed and looked at

me as I continued. “Please roll onto your stomach, rest

your head on your hands and raise your beautiful ass as

high as you can in the air.”


For several moments Ishita lay there trying to work out

what I meant, and I felt her tense as she clearly put

it together. She spoke worriedly. “Please no. No-one

has ever been there. It will hurt. It is too tight.”

She went silent and we simply lay there side by side.

After two minutes I felt Ishita begin to move, watching

her rolling over and raising her as with her legs. She

was such a hot woman I was more than ready for this.


I knelt behind Ishita and rubbed some KY Jelly onto my

cock before putting the tip to her asshole. Again she

tensed, but didn’t move. I caught hold of her hips and

pulled her towards me as I plunged strongly deep inside

her. Ishita screamed, but did not try to pull away. I held

still as I felt her relax, although her hole still held

me tightly.


After a couple of minutes I slowly slid out of her and

pushed back in, and heard her moan with pleasure. I let

my fingers move and tickle her clitoris as I slid out

and in again, and again she moaned and was already

breathing heavy. I stopped and had a thought.


I reached for the vibrator I had been using earlier,

and with my cock deep inside her I slid the vibrator

into her pussy, with the attachment against her

clitoris. I turned on the vibrator and felt it through

the membrane separating her ass from her pussy – it

felt good. Ishita clearly felt it as her hips began to

buck, sliding on my cock, responding to the vibrator.

Her ass muscles were clenching my cock in spasms as she

– and I – rose towards our next orgasm. Suddenly Ishita

screamed in pleasure, cumming hard, squeezing my cock

until I too began to spurt my cum deep inside her. Her

body writhed squeezing every last drop from me, until

we both fell exhausted, me on top of her.


Perhaps ten minutes later I whispered to her. “Perhaps

you need to shower, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Twenty minutes later we were sharing coffee this time

much more relaxed. Ishita was delightful, but I knew this

would be an infrequent event – without doubt she adored

her husband and would try to be as loyal as possible.

When she left half an hour later I knew sometime she

would be back.

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