Author's Notes:
Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.
A heads-up for those looking for whipping and tossing around -- this story stops short of the violent aspects of BDSM. It has both boy-girl and girl-girl action -- consider yourself warned.
I hope you enjoy it.
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"Your tits feel lovely in this position." George reached around my body to hold my hanging breasts. He was standing behind me as I leaned over the back of the couch. "Mmmmm."
Bending his knees, he lowered himself and pushed his dick into me. I grunted as he hammered in and out. He was always forceful when doing it standing up. His dick slipped out suddenly, and he cursed.
"This angle is just too awkward," George complained. I smiled, knowing he couldn't see my face. At six feet, George was about six inches taller than me, and it didn't help that I was standing with my legs spread wide. "I keep slipping out of you."
"Don't give up, lover," I said encouragingly. "When you have a passion for something, you should take the difficulties in your stride."
George stood there for a few moments, squeezing my breasts alternately. I knew he loved the way my C-cup breasts filled his hands. Bending his knees again, he tried to push himself into me. His waving dick hit my thighs, my buttocks, and places in between, but couldn't find my pussy. "Damn!" His frustration was growing.
"Tell you what," I suggested. "Use a hand to guide your dick."
He held my blonde hair and turned my head. I opened my lips as he kissed me. We'd dated for ten months and had been married for two, and his kisses still turned my brain to mush. I took a deep breath as he straightened.
Once again, he bent his knees and used one hand to guide his dick into me. And again, as soon as he pulled back a little, it slipped out. I giggled as he swore in frustration.
"Not one of your better ideas," I said. "The bed works best, doesn't it?"
"Well, of course," George agreed. "But we can't always do the same thing." He stepped back and ran his eyes over me. "You look amazing, Sandy."
"Thanks, George," I said, turning my head to smile at him. I saw him putting his jeans on. "Are you giving up?"
"I don't want to," he said apologetically. "But it's just not possible. We'll do it as soon as I untie you."
George enjoyed tying me up naked. Today he'd tied my ankles to the couch's back legs, bent me forward, and tied my wrists to the hand rests. My pussy was wide open and accessible, but with my feet held apart, too low for successful fucking.
I didn't mind being tied, but my body equated being naked with sex. George didn't see it that way. He enjoyed seeing me naked and bound as he relaxed with his Kindle or replied to his personal emails on the laptop. After a couple of hours of this, I was climbing the walls (mentally, my body was securely bound).
George finished getting dressed and came around the couch. Holding my face in his hands, he kissed me again. "Just half an hour more to go. Then we'll go up and do it. I'll finish folding the laundry meanwhile." He straightened and went out, and I heard him cross the hall into the spare room.
Left alone, I wished I'd asked him to turn on the television. George usually didn't leave me alone; he loved watching me naked and bound. I hoped he'd watch the time. When he was busy with tasks, he sometimes got lost.
"I'll get it," George called out as the doorbell chimed. I laughed to myself. Of course, he'd get it. I was in no position to get anything. I heard the door opening, then closing, and the sound of voices. It hit me why he'd called out a split second before he appeared -- he'd forgotten how he'd left me.
"Oh, shit," he said, following his sister Georgina into the living room. Georgina froze as she saw me, and George bumped into her before running around her and attacking the ropes tying my wrists to the couch armrest.
Georgina looked scared for a moment, then walked around the couch to fall to her knees behind me. She started untying my ankles, and I knew she must have a clear view of my ass and pussy. As soon as one ankle came free, I tried to bring my legs together. A minute later, Georgina had untied my other ankle. Standing up, she watched her idiot brother struggling to untie the knots holding my wrists. She was over the first shock and was grinning at both of us.
As my wrists came free, I aimed a fist at George. He ducked and held up his hands. "You damned fool," I screamed. "How could you do this? You... you forgot I was naked and tied over the couch?"
Georgina sat on the other couch and giggled. I didn't mind her seeing me naked. She'd been at my bachelorette party, where my friends had got me fully nude by the halfway mark. We'd been shopping together, too, and she came into the fitting room with me to help. But tied bent over the couch was a very undignified situation to be seen in by a kid sister.
"Well, I'm sorry," my idiot husband said, backing away toward the door. "No, of course, I didn't forget. But I forgot for a moment."
"What does that even mean?" I said, massaging my wrists where the ropes had left red marks. "I don't know how you could do this."
Georgina giggled some more and picked up the pile of clothes lying on the carpet. She straightened my panties and tossed them to me. As I stepped into them, she put my bra around me. Waiting till I placed my breasts into the cups, she closed the back. I pulled the straps over my shoulders.
"Thanks, Tina," I said. "I'm sorry you had to see this."
"I'm not." Georgina picked up my inside-out dress and straightened it. "You looked seriously hot. Sorry I barged in, but when are you guys doing this again?"
"Next Saturday," said George, without thinking. Then, as I glared at him, "Oops!"
"Go on," I said sarcastically. "Tell her the time and issue an invitation, too."
"I was just joking," George said, grinning. "Tina doesn't need an invitation to come to our house."
I gave him a long look and stormed off to the kitchen. Georgina followed me and hugged me from behind.
"Don't be upset, Sandy," she said into my ear. "I know you found it embarrassing, but I loved it. You looked so sexy, naked and tied. I totally get why my brother did it."
"Ah, thanks, Tina," I answered. "That's sweet of you. Thanks for helping untie me, too. George was just all thumbs."
"I had fun doing it," Georgina said, giggling. "You're hot, Sandy. It's always fun seeing you naked."