Something about her felt warm and safe and good."So start moving?" she asked."Oh, that," I said. She started to quip back, but I slid out of her then ...nd her quip became a hiss between her teeth and a moan when I slid back in. I took it slow, gauging her reaction to different thrusts, and different ways of moving.I gave myself to the experience, feeling her reaction, feeling the way her pussy clenched against my cock, the way she was wet and warm and wonderful beneath me. I thrust in and out of. We began to check on prices and she tookcharge. She made all the reservations and set everything up. I had beenso busy at work and so looking forward to this that I had not had timeto pack. I told my wife on Monday as usual that I would pack on Tuesdaynight. We were due to leave Wednesday afternoon and be back Sunday. Shecalled me at work on Tuesday and said don't worry I have packed foryou. Just your bathing suits and some casual stuff. She never packedfor me but I accepted it. I had to go to. I am halfway encased in the box. My breasts, cock and face rise above the horizon, and the rest of me is plastered in. It is as if, the front layer of me was peeled off. My arms are behind my back, in leather cuffs. My ass is exposed, for practical purposes. At the house, I am carefully wheeled into an open doorway. A little set dressing makes it look more like I am part of the wall. I am like a genie, coming through the mirror. Various nipple clamps, floggers, tawse and straps are hung on the. I wasn’t used to doing things like this on the couch and maybe she didn’t care for it either.She pushed me back further, until I was lying back on the couch and she was hovering over me. “No offense, but I prefer to be on top.”Then she ran her hands over my chest, down my abs, and to my pants. She rubbed me through the material and oohed at what she felt. “You’re bigger than my ex,” she said and worked to get my pants open. It didn’t take her long.She looked up at me as she pulled everything.