Have I told you how much I love lazing in bed in the morning? Of course, I don't have a chance during the week, I have to wake up the family, prepare breakfast, and go to work, but on the weekends one of my favorite pleasures is to press the forgotten alarm clock and just lie around half asleep.
The silence was unusual on this Sunday morning. I opened my eyes and slowly looked around in the bathroom. No one was anywhere, not even Dia was dozing in bed next to me, as she usually does, her blanket was neatly folded on the sheet. So she had woken up much earlier than I did.
I slowly sat up, stretched, crunched my stiff limbs, and then stumbled down to the lower level of our apartment. Even here, everything was quiet, no loud words, no TV, and no XBox controller clicking. According to them, everyone has gone somewhere. So... will I have a calm morning?
Stepping through the threshold of the living room, I was shocked to see that I was not alone after all. In the middle of the room, tied to the coffee table, a naked woman was kneeling.
I rubbed my eye to check whether I'm still dreaming. But the sight in front of me didn't change: in the middle of the room, there really was a tall, thin woman with blond hair kneeling. I stepped to her face:
"Anita?" I asked in surprise. That's when I saw that she couldn't answer, as she had red plastic nipples in his mouth, like in the BDSM movies. She just nodded with her eyes and gestured towards the corner of the table.
An envelope was lying there, with a mark of bright red lipstick at the folded edge. I picked it up with furrowed brows and opened it, but I couldn't really concentrate on the paper, I was so distracted by the sight of Anita: her long legs stretching on the carpet in black high heels; the rounded curve of her exposed bottom; her muscular back and cascade of hair falling over her shoulders; her hands tied to the legs of the coffee table. I began to read the letter, in my wife's characteristic handwriting:
"Good morning, honey!
It was so amazing to see you fuck Anita the last time! I loved watching your fierceness and passion, which I used to love so much in you!
Do you feel like doing it again? Would you do us another favor and give her a good pounding again - this time in the ass? She's already prepared for it! Don't hold back anything, fuck the hell out of her!
Dia
PS: Anita loved it when you spit in her mouth :)"
I stepped to Anita and knelt before her head, showing her the letter:
"Is this true?" I asked. My wife's friend just nodded again. "Sure?" I asked. "Are you really okay? Should I take this off?" I touched the gag in her mouth. But she shook her head in protest and whimpered to me, so I let her go and stepped back. I ran through the letter one more time, but it still said in black and white to fuck my wife's best friend. After that amazing night, I got the feeling again that this is all just a scam, there's a cam somewhere, and Anita's bonds aren't real either: she'll get up soon, my wife will come in and I'll be laughed at. But then I thought about how well our after-dinner session went.
"Okay," I put the letter down slowly. "So you really want me to fuck you good?"
"Mmhhmm...," Anita moaned again. I really liked how she was kneeling in front of me, tied up and helpless. I decided to push her mood a little more.
"And you really want me to fuck your ass?"
"Mmgghm...," she nodded again several times now, with her eyes sparkling. I stepped to her bottom and grabbed her cheeks, and pulled them apart as I swallowed a large one. It was then that I noticed that embedded deep in her asshole, was the glittering jewel end of an anal plug.
"What is that?" I asked, even more shocked. "Was this also part of the preparation, Anita?" I asked teasingly. The kneeling woman nodded vigorously at this as well, and as far as her lips allowed with the gag inside, it was as if some kind of smile had flashed at the corner of her mouth.
Now that I not only saw my wife's friend kneeling in front of me, but also felt the touch of her skin in my grip, I began to believe that maybe I wasn't dreaming after all. Of course, my cock was already rock hard, almost bursting in my pajamas.
"Well, all right...," I said graciously, as if I really had some huge favor to do, and not the much more enjoyable task of pounding the hell out of my wife's best friend's desirable curvaceous ass. Everything started to come together: that's why Dia had been glancing at me so intently last night, but had ignored my approach: she hadn't wanted any problems with my energy the next morning! How selfless my little wife was with her friends! And that's why we had gone to bed relatively early, and why the whole family had disappeared early in the morning. Well, now that she had organized it like that, I couldn't let her down, could I? "So be it! I will gladly fuck your ass, dear Anita!"
She visibly flinched at the statement. So she liked the dirty talk - I already had guessed this during our last liaison, but I decided that it would be worth practicing it more in the future. Well, if there would be a next time, which of course can never be certain.
Anyways, Anita was moaning and trembling under my hands. I let go of her bottom and slapped her with a loud, snapping sound. The flexible cheek stretched unflinchingly under my palm. I slapped it with my other hand and listened with satisfaction to the echo of the snap echoing between the walls of our living room.
"You're going to get it really hard," I managed to detail it to her. "I'm going to pound your tight little arsehole and fuck the hell out of it. Is that what you want?
"Mmmhhmm...," Anita moaned, nodding. Who knows how long she has been kneeling on the carpet in our living room waiting for me to get up and finally make hardcore love to her. And besides, the anal plug must have been uncomfortable in her bottom.
"Then I'm going to pump your ass full of my fresh morning cum," I continued. "That's actually why you visited me, isn't it?"
"Mmhmm...," Anita repeated and looked at me pleadingly from the table with wide open eyes.
"But not yet," I declared with a smile and got up from the beautiful woman lying in front of me. She sighed with audible disappointment. Her narrowed eyes also showed her frustration. If her mouth hadn't been gagged by the red plastic ball, she probably would have hurled a series of insults at me. In any case, pretending to express indifference, I restrained myself from the immediate fucking of my little self-proclaimed slave and settled down in the armchair next to the coffee table. I picked up the letter again, ran through it once more, and absentmindedly placed my sole on Anita's bare back. She flinched again, letting out another sigh showing that she was enjoying the humiliation, so I continued, picking up the remote and absentmindedly flicking through the channels.
"Let's see what suits this best... MTV? They don't play any good music any more. VHS? I don't want to fall asleep." Anita was whining desperately by now. She probably wished the whole idea to hell already. But I still pushed her a bit: "This music will be perfect," I precisely tuned a radio broadcast from among the channels coming on the cable TV, and then said: "Now I can have my morning glass of water now! Because hydration is important, you agree, don't you?"
I didn't even try to decipher what Anita was whining through the ball gag, the angry tugging of her bonds revealed enough how much she hated me right now. No matter how invitingly she stretched out in front of me, I steeled my heart, got up and went to the bathroom for a glass of water. I drank it heartily, and then looked into my own eyes in the mirror. I patted my face: "Come on, buddy, now you can give her what you've been dreaming of for years!"