The ring was tight, I mean really really tight. I had thought that I had sized a finger just the right size, but yet no matter how hard we tired we just couldn’t get it to slip on. I had made the biggest mistake, I bought a ring that was one size too small for her ring. I knew she loved me, but I knew that this moment would remain in her mind for eternity. It was a late Saturday evening and the jewelry store wouldn’t be open until Monday morning. She hadn’t even said yes yet, but I still tried to get that ring on her finger. I of course thought to myself, maybe our good friend Astro Glide would help so I went to get the bottle. When I returned she was laughing at me. “What do you plan to do with that” she asked. I replied “I was just going to try to slip that finger through the ring.” She laughed some more. I was clueless as to the humor of the situation. She told me to close my eyes. I felt some pressure against my wrist, it was a leather strap. I felt my wrists being pulled together behind me, it was tight, tight enough that I knew I couldn’t escape. We played regularly with bondage, mostly just restrained pleasure, oral sex with my hands bound or rough sex with her bound to the bed posts.
I knew what was next, the blind fold, and this is how she could tease me with some petting or some gentle licking. I was now blindfolded and bound standing in our den. I could hear the back door open as she let the dogs out to the yard. Putting the dogs out meant that she didn’t want us to be disturbed, nothing too unusual. We had just returned from a normal evening, dinner and drinking, I had a couple more than usual, and my blood was tingling through my veins. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I was restrained, both my hands, and my penis being beneath my slacks and boxer briefs. She asked me to lay down on the floor, but I wasn’t on the hardwood, she had placed a blanket on the floor, I don’t remember hearing that though. She slowly pulled the belt from my pants, I had thought that had already happened, but the leather on my wrists was from something else.
She pulled out my shirt from my pants, and I could feel her breasts against my crotch as she kissed my stomach. I was looking forward to getting a blow job as I’d been in this position before. She loved sucking my cock, I was truly fearful that marriage would end this pleasure, only time would tell about that. She proceeded to my nipples, she didn’t need to as I was already hard as a rock, and the sensation was making my cock throb with each heartbeat. Finally she started to undo my pants. First the button came undone and then the zipper was lowered. She eased my pants down to my thighs, if they rested there then a blow job was in order. She rubbed my cock with her hand, it was still under my boxer briefs, but it felt great anyway. She then removed my pants completely, sex it was then. I enjoyed being ridden while restrained; I loved the feeling of her body using me like a toy. The underpants when next, they came off, then my socks. We always thought it was funny to have sex with socks on, but when she was serious about pleasure the socks had to be removed too. She began to kiss me from the toes up, she placed one of my balls into her mount and gently kneaded it in her mouth. She placed the tip of my cock at her lips and slowly began to lower her mouth engulfing most of my penis. She stopped…she started again…she stopped again. She unbuttoned my shirt now and pulled it away from my chest and teased my nipples some more. I was lost in a daze of confusion and pleasure.