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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: When a husband and wife with a yen for role-playing visit Puerto Vallarta, a night of bondage games opens the way to a vacation into submission for the wife and to complete mastery for her husband. Steve and Sherry Anderson enjoy a marriage in which Steve is the master in this relationship and Sherry is the obedient, submissive wife. Each one is getting exactly what they need and want from their special, loving relationship. Both are happy and fulfilled. They are there to enjoy the warm sunshine as they get away from the Minnesota winter and further explore the joys of dominance and submission in their own relationship and with others. Steve and Sherry are pleased when they hook up with Ed and Joni, a couple of from Iowa. When Steve discovers that Ed wants what he has, a submissive wife, he provides the opportunity for Ed to explore his needs with Sherry while he calculatingly helps Joni understand, accept and explore her latent submissive nature. He carefully lays the groundwork to meet his couple after their return home to help them more fully embrace the lifestyle he and Sherry enjoy. When they agree, both Steve and Sherry are thrilled about this new dimension in their relationship as husband and wife, master and submissive.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [182 KB]
Words: 42578
Reading time: 121-170 min.

The flight from the Twin Cities to Puerto Vallarta had been smooth but took thirty minutes longer due to a hundred mile an hour headwind. Steve Andersen held his wife's hand as the Sun Country 737 touched down. His lips curled into a slight smile as he recalled the look the screener gave him as she looked at the contents of his carryon, a large leather backpack filled with the sex toys and other items he would need while in Mexico. He squeezed her hand. When she turned to look at him, he kissed her. "Are you ready for two weeks of sunshine?"

"I am, Master," Sherry softly said so only he could hear. She was glad to be away from the vinyl gray winter days of Minnesota. She smiled. Her blue eyes were soft and sensual. Her long blond hair was fixed in a ponytail as it always was when she traveled.

He kissed her again. When the plane arrived at the gate, he unfastened his seatbelt and stood. He retrieved his carryon from the overhead bin and waited to exit the plane. He led the way into the airport, then taking her by the arm after clearing immigration, he guided her past the annoying timeshare promoters with a polite but firm, "No, gracias." Outside the terminal, he found a cab and ushered her into it while the driver took their bags from the porter and placed them in the trunk of his small Nissan yellow cab. "Playa del Sol Costa Sur," he told the driver.

"Si, Amigo." With a jerk, the cab left the curb.

Her large breasts slightly moved up and down as the cab bounced along the uneven cobblestone road. As trained, her legs were partially spread, which was no easy accomplishment in the small backseat of the cab. She was aware, but not self-conscious, that her short red skirt had ridden up and exposed most of her thighs. She looked down when she felt his hand moving over her right thigh. She loved his touch. She was pleased the sessions in the tanning booth had at least given her a light tan.

Steve looked at his wife of seven years. He had met her at the University of Minnesota in his senior year where they were both pursuing degrees in business administration. He was quite taken by her Norwegian beauty and her genuine submissive nature. Since he was dominant--very dominant--he knew she was a perfect match for him. He quickly fell in love with her. They entered into marriage knowing their relationship would be one in which she was totally submissive, to him.

With his dominant nature, Steve quickly moved up the corporate ladder. He was now vice president of marketing for the world's largest hearing aid company located just west of Minneapolis. He enjoyed his work immensely and was well compensated for his abilities. In addition, he had lots of flex in his schedule and plenty of opportunities to travel that enabled him to enjoy his other passions in life, including golf, absorbing himself in other cultures and the international exploration of bondage and discipline.

"Oh," she softly moaned when his hand moved further up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt and lightly over the crotch of her panties. She noticed the driver glance back at her. She smiled. She attempted to spread her legs wider as her husband continued to lightly move his middle finger back and forth over her slit. "Ohhh," she breathed again as the cab left the airport.

Sherry worked as a business manager for a small nonprofit group about five miles away from her husband's office. She enjoyed her work and had been able, with Steve's help, to negotiate extra vacation time and flex in her schedule so she could accompany him on his business trips. Today, she was very grateful to be in Mexico.

She turned and kissed her husband when he pressed his middle finger firmly against her slit and the clit hidden beneath the folds of skin. She felt her nipples become erect. She knew the crotch of her panties was wet and would shortly be soaked with her fragrant juices. Breaking away from their kiss, she relaxed against the seat of the cab with her head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. Her lips were almost touching his ear. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch as she yielded completely to him. "Mmmm," she softly moaned.

Steve smiled when he saw the outline of her thick, erect nipples in the silky material of her off white, short sleeved blouse. He would keep her on the edge for several minutes. He held her close as it appeared to the driver they were enjoying the view of the harbor, the third largest in the world. In fact, he was enjoying the view as he felt her reaction to his playing with her pussy. "Look a cruise ship."

Sherry opened her eyes to look as she subtly moved her hips up and down. "That is a big one."

"It is. What a beautiful view," he added almost in awe.

"It is, dear." She kept moving her hips as he kept stroking her sex. Looking around, she discovered they were surrounded by cars, city buses and sidewalks filled with locals and tourists as their cab slowly made its way through the busy afternoon traffic. Her attention returned to her husband and her growing need when he more firmly pressed his finger against her slit and forced the crotch of her panties into her hole.

He felt her wetness. "I bet that feels good," he whispered into her ear when he located her engorged clit.

"It does, Master," she breathed back. "Very good."

The cab made a sharp right turn onto the road that would take them to their one-bedroom timeshare located on the beach just south of Puerto Vallarta. The movement caused his finger to press even more firmly against her clit.

"I'm close, Sir."

"I know, my pet." He pressed his index and middle fingers into her hole and worked the lower part of those same fingers on her clit.

"May I cum, Master?"

"Yes." He kissed her. "Quietly."

"Yes, Master." She worked her pussy on his probing fingers. She tightly pressed her lips together, not wanting any sounds to escape. She arched her head back and came. She fought the urge to yell her arrival. It was difficult because she was so vocal during a climax, but she would obey her husband and master. Yet, small moans of pleasure and release were audible as she convulsed in pure ecstasy.

Steve felt her release, and noted how erect her nipples were. He felt her incredible wetness. He knew his penis was hard and most likely leaking on his briefs. He would have her tend to his needs once they arrived at Costa Sur. He kept playing with her pussy until she completely relaxed against the seat of the cab. He kissed her. "Very good, my pet."

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered back. She smoothed out the hem of her skirt when he removed his hand. She kept her legs spread as her breathing returned to normal, and looked at the ocean as the cab sped on its way to Costa Sur. The water was so blue with only slight swells. She quivered as her hand inadvertently touched her breast and grazed its hard nipple. When she turned to look at the road, she noticed the cab driver glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She dropped her hand into her lap and felt herself blush.

Steve admired his wife's beauty and appreciated her obedience as the cab negotiated the curves a bit too fast for his comfort. "What a great day."

"It is," she agreed.

"We're here," he said as the cab bumped off the road and parked in front of the timeshare a friend had offered them for the next two weeks.

Sherry looked at the white towers along with all the flowers that adorned the grounds. When Steve opened her door, she turned in her seat, pressed her knees together and placed her high heels on the cobblestone driveway. Taking his hand, she slid out of the cab. Her movement caused her skirt to ride up higher on her thighs and nearly expose her wet panties. She noticed the bellman watching her every move. She stood and smoothed down her skirt. She stepped up on the red tiled surface that led into the main lobby. As expected, she stood tall, jutted out her breasts and spread her legs. She glanced at the two towers of the timeshare complex and the luscious landscaping while she waited as Steve figured out the conversion of dollars to pesos to pay for the cab ride.

"Gracias," the cab driver said and accepted a generous tip. He paused to leer at Sherry after removing the luggage from the trunk. His gaze moved from her long legs to her breasts and finally to her eyes. He left no doubt he was well aware of what happened on the cab ride from the airport.

Sherry caught his leer. She wondered what kind of stories he would tell his amigos. She was anxious to see the timeshare.

"Buenos dias, Senor," the bellman said as he rushed to gather up their luggage.

"Buenos dias," replied Steve. He took Sherry by the arm and led her into the lobby to register.

"You will be in room 1205." The desk clerk handed him the key cards after explaining a few things about the resort.

"Gracias." They followed the bellman to the elevator and their room. They made a quick walk though the one-bedroom timeshare while their luggage was brought in.

Opening the sliding glass doors and walking out on the balcony, Steve looked at the expansive bay and the beach below. "Great view."

"It is, Master." She took a deep breath of the fresh air and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

Walking back into the timeshare, he tipped the bellman and waited for him to leave, then locked the door. He walked into the main living area and looked at his wife.

As trained, Sherry immediately removed her clothing and knelt at his feet on the light gray tile floor. She offered herself to him by spreading her knees and placing her hands behind her back. She kept her eyes lowered.

He stroked her hair. "Thanks to you, I think the cab driver enjoyed his drive here."

"Yes, Master."

"I think you did, too."

"I did, Master. I love what you do to me."

"I could tell. You were very wet and your nipples were rock hard."

"I know, Master."

"Stand." When she obeyed, he admired her breasts. He gently touched the dark brown areola of her right one. He made slow circles around it with his index finger.

"Mmmm," she purred.

"You are a beautiful woman."

"Thank you, Master."

"I love how your body responds to me."

"I am yours, Master." She paused. "How can I serve you?"

Steve smiled. He toyed with her nipple, and caressed her hair. He tilted her chin so he could look into her eyes. He gently kissed her full on the mouth.

"Oh, Master," she breathed as his kiss took her breath away.

"I need to freshen up a bit after the trip. Put on your emerald green garter belt and black stockings while I do."

"Yes, Master. Heels?"