Brandi squirmed against the driver's seat as she waited in the impatient traffic. Her husband would be getting lucky tonight. She closed her eyes as she lost herself to the imagined sensation of hsi body pressing against hers, his cock filling her up, the wonderful orgasm that- A horn blared behind her, shocking her back to the five o'clock freeway. The cars ahead were moving.
She was relieved to see Brace's car in the driveway. With the tease of being 'denied' her daydream sex, she was eager to get inside and push him against a wall. Dinner could wait; she was hungry for her man.
There was a note on the door with a single word: Strip. He didn't have to tell her twice. Brandi grinned and hurriedly unlocked the door. It was barely shut behind her before her shirt hit the floor. She looked around, but didn't see Brace anywhere as she unclasped her bra and flung it away from her. "Brace?" she called. No answer. She kicked off her jeans and shoved her panties down hard. They rolled up into a pink rope as she forced them down her smooth legs.
"Brace, honey?" Naked, she stepped down the hall. Why in the world wasn't he close at hand with his wife stripping naked at the front door? On the kitchen table were a pile of his old clothes, and another short note: Put these on. Brandi shook her head, confused. She didn't want to be clothed, she wanted to be fu- She sighed. Only one way to find out what he's up to. The top of the pile was an old, faded pair of his jeans with holes worn through the knees. There were even a few small threadbare holes in some other places, she noticed as she stepped into them. She felt the coarse denim pull snug against her tender flesh and grimaced. She hated wearing jeans without panties. She did like his black t shirts, though, which had been waiting under the jeans in the pile. She slipped into the comfy soft cotton and shivered as it caressed her already stiff nipples. She hugged the shirt to herself. It smelled like him. She opened her eyes and picked up the last item from the pile, a blindfold.
"Brace?" This one she hesitated on. But Brace obviously wasn't planning to show up until she had done as his note had requested. Resignedly, she slipped the blindfold on. The unexpected distraction of notes had been intriguing, but it was time to get down to the business of pleasure, dammit. She wanted some.
Suddenly, there was a kiss on her lips. She responded back willfully, pushing his own lips apart with her tongue to get deeper. She reached for his crotch and grasped his manhood. It felt as steely ready as her own body was. Good, he was going to need it, as far as she was concerned. She pushed him back a step with her kiss as she reached blindly to strip him of his jeans. Cold metal snapped around her wrists. She gasped and pulled back from the kiss, startled.
"Let's have some fun, Brandi." Brandi's mind raced. What was he planning? They hadn't often done anything like this, though her fantasies often ran into bondage dimensions. Sex in handcuffs wouldn't be a bad way to go. Maybe it would encourage him to be a little more in charge, which she would like. He led her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
"Brace, I can't see." This struck her as a dumb statement as soon as she had said it. She was wearing a blindfold, of course she couldn't see. His answer was to hold her hands above her head and kiss her far too fleetingly. She pursued the kiss but was stopped short. He had let go of her hands, but they were still in the air. Her eyes widened behind the blindfold as the realization hit her, along with the indicative sound of clinking chain. She was chained up. Brace had hooked the cuffs to a chain above her! She tugged on the chain, but it was secure. Brace wasn't touching her any more. She'd lost track of him.
Then he was suddenly back. He kissed her forcefully and rubbed her crotch through the jeans. She bucked against his hand. He wrapped his long fingers against the side of her throat and kissed down her jawline to the bottom of her ear. His hand left her legs and she heard herself whimper. She wanted it back.
A sudden buzzing next to her ear made her jump. He pressed the object to her forehead and the vibrations coursed through her skull. He traced it down to her shoulders and between her breasts. As the vibrations hit her nipples, it made them ache. She shivered, pulling her belly taut as the small but powerful vibrator made its way down her body. She recognized the little toy by the feel of it. It was tiny, the size of a little finger, but it packed a nice whallop. She pushed her pelvis out as the little vibrator reached the button on the jeans. He pulled it away.
Brandi whined and moved her hips around, searching for the toy. Brace's warm breath tickled her ear. "Do not cum until I tell you to." Her body froze. She already wanted to cum. She might have cum in the car had it not been for that driver. She had raced home to cum, granted with plenty of sex as well, but still. Don't cum? Vibrations surged through her right hip and she jerked her body toward it, wanting those vibrations in a more direct location. They vanished again. "Do not cum. Understand?"
Brandi whimpered but nodded. "Fine. Just, please, stop teasing me!" She gasped as the toy touched her. The vibrations were dimmed slightly through the jeans, but they were still there. Then he moved the toy lower, and found one of those threadbare holes. The toy slipped past the denim and touched her directly. She moaned and squirmed against it. Brace pressed her thighs closed and she complied, clenching that little toy between her legs and riding it. His mouth found hers and she tried to drown herself in it. She kissed vocally, moaning against his tongue at the delicious torture between her legs. His hands kneaded her breasts roughly and she arched her back to offer them to him.
Brace whispered into her ear. "You're getting too close. I told you not to come." She ground her hips against him and groaned, "I don't care."
