It’s no secret that I fantasize about watching my husband with other women. And, since we have had a few wonderful ladies join us for some sexy fun, I’ve had the opportunity to watch him touch, lick, suck, and even fuck another woman. I find it extremely erotic to share him in this most intimate way, to watch him do the things that he does to me to someone else, to witness their enjoyment of him. This weekend, I got to watch him play with someone else in a completely different manner, and it was an amazing scene to witness.
When we first started getting into rope bondage, I felt such a deep connection to him, as if the ropes he wrapped around me also tethered us together. I was very emotional about it and couldn’t imagine ever sharing that with someone else. I coveted that special feeling and wanted it all for myself. We discussed it and decided that we would keep that to ourselves. Rope bondage wasn’t something that we would share with anyone else.
As they always do, our feelings on that have changed. I still feel that special connection, but I don’t feel the need to keep it for myself. We recently played with another couple, where we switched partners and Sir tied another girl while her partner tied me. It was fun night of lighthearted bedroom bondage mixed with a little touching and licking that turned out to be a great start to involving other people in our rope play. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, feeling naughty for enjoying the touch of another man, so I wasn’t focused on watching the connection between Sir and his new friend. Looking back, I wish I would have paid more attention to what they were doing, fostering my kink of watching him with other women.
Saturday we went to one of our local events, a play party in a small dungeon downtown where we met up with a bunch of our kinky friends. We signed up for the early slot on the suspension point, and Sir suspended me from one foot, something I’ve been wanting for a while now. It was an exciting a dynamic suspension for our first local public scene as we usually just watch and socialize when we go to events where we live.
When I’m in the air, I don’t see or hear anything. I don’t see him, I don’t see the floor, there are no spectators, I don’t even hear the music. I’m just floating in a happy little bubble. I only come out of my haze occasionally for “thumb checks” when Sir is making sure that I’m okay. I really don’t get to see how he works, how he moves around, the look on his face, the beads of sweat that gather on his forehead.
When our friend Ripley asked him to suspend her, I think he might have been a little nervous about it. He checked with me to make sure I was good with it, and of course I was. I really wanted a chance to see him, to watch from the eye of a spectator. The scene was beautiful. Ripley is gorgeous, inside and out, tall with long legs, an impossibly graceful neck and long wild hair that frames her doll-like face. But, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was so fast, moving around her like a butterfly, touching here then there, his face locked in concentration. Some tops play to the crowd, looking at the audience for approval, you can see that it feeds them. Like me in my little bubble, Sir does not see the people watching him. He never took his eyes off of Ripley. There was a connection between them, but it was so different than what we have. With us, rope is so sexual and loving. Their scene was relaxed and fun, casual. His hands were on her body, around her breasts, between her legs, but the touches were out of necessity, no cheeky nipple tweaks or stolen kisses, no roaming fingers or booty smacks. His scene catered to her desires and strengths, tying her hair to her heels because she likes having her hair pulled, stretching her long neck accentuating its beauty. It was simple and elegant, and it was fascinating and entertaining.
What I felt most while watching him was an overwhelming sense of pride. My husband, my dominant shined so brightly in that dark dungeon. He put on an amazing performance, showcasing his unique style, quiet, concentrated, detailed, and attentive. I so enjoyed watching him, and hearing our friends positive comments was the cherry on top for me.
I know that I wasn’t wrong for wanting to keep our rope play to ourselves, but I’m glad that I have changed my mind about it. I did it my way, taking my time to think about it, relishing in the fact that it was our thing. I know now that it still is our thing. What we have when we play cannot be shared because it is unique, born of the deepest love that can’t be reproduced.