Susan lifts the steaming coffee cup to her moistened lips. Her eyes are teary but it may be from the onions she just peeled.
Her new friend from church, Carol knocks on the door. Susan gets up and lets Carol in. Carol brushes the tears from Susan's face. Carol implores her, "What's got you in such a funk girl?"
Susan replies, "Don forgot our anniversary. Not even a single rose to celebrate. But after church, Don goes out of his way to get coffee and donuts for a young lady to make her feel welcome because she is new to the church and not yet a member. I can't help but be hurt to see him fawning over this chick like they are on their first date. She is so young and beautiful."
Carol says, "That girl would be me. You know that makes me feel used by him."
"He is embarrassed to kiss me in public."
Carol replies, "I have a plan. Do you mind if I spank you while he watches to make it look real? It will be with my hand but we need to make it look worse than it really is. You just pretend like you're getting the strap and put in a lot of moans and groans for good measure. The idea isn't to cause you pain but rather to make him believe you are suffering. The sting will be no worse than when you take a warm bath after a mild sunburn."
"I trust you as though you were my wife. If I married a woman she would be you."
Carol replies, "Oh honey, you would be my bride for sure if I walked the aisle with a woman."
"Stay with me until Don gets home from work. Then hide in the closet while I get him ready."
When Don walks in, Susan undresses him and gets out the handcuffs. She says, "You like using these don't you, Don?"
Don looks like he is in seventh heaven. He lies down while Susan secures him to the bed. Carol emerges from the closet. Susan says, "Well look who is here, our friend from church, Carol. She and I were just talking about you."
Carol strips Susan and tells her, "Turn around and bend over." Susan complies. Carol tells Don, "Look at what a well-proportioned ass your wife has." Carol grabs a handful of Susan's posterior. "How could you flirt with me when she is built like a supermodel? And see how obediently she took my instructions with me a newbie in her life. I can only imagine what a pliant wife she is." With a gentle tug on Susan's ponytail, Carol guides her upright. Carol binds Susan to the cross she rented from a pro-domme shop. Carol says, "Let's see how much you can take of me spanking your darling wife before you cry, uncle."
Don pleads, "Please tell me what you want and you'll have it."
"You have to say the right words but not as a parrot. It must come from your heart." Susan exclaims, "Your sentiment is sweet but a little late Don. If only you had kissed me in the park. You must have been ashamed to kiss me in public."
Don replies, "Honey you're speaking in riddles." Carol says, "You see your wife is all tied up to the cross. She can't budge an inch. And you are bound to the bed." Carol pats Susan on her derrière with deceptively loud sound effects. Susan yelps. She bathes in a warm soup of bliss with whimpers born of pleasure. She is surprised by how warm and tingly her bottom has become from such soft percussion and from a female. Carol fibs, "Her ass is red as a strawberry Don. Should I keep on paddling her?" Carol dips her hand into his wife's juicy petals. She parts her rose and squeezes her bud into plump fullness. Susan moans from pleasure. Her orchid grows slick with desire. Her mother of pearl glistens.
Susan implores, "Please honey. She's serious. I will orgasm if this doesn't stop pronto! You know I'd never willingly cheat on you but there is only so much stimulation a girl can take. And as you can see I am helpless."
