This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people or characters is coincidental.
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What a day. All I want to do right now is head home, have a beer and collapse in front of the TV. Maybe I'll have a wank after Jules goes to bed, it's too much to ask her to fuck me tonight. Besides, I'd rather not get into a fight.
It's been 2 months since we last had sex. She's always too tired or just plain not interested anymore. Maybe this is it, 3 years of marriage and our sex life has fizzled out. Now I'm lucky to get it once a month and whenever I ask we seem to fight. I love Jules very much but something has to change.
I get home and call out but there's no reply. Where's Jules? I look in the kitchen, nothing. Lounge? Nope. Maybe she's gone to bed. I'd better go up and say goodnight. Why is it so dark? She must be asleep, I'd better be quiet. That's odd, her bedside light is on but she not in bed.
"Hello there."
A familiar voice from behind me gets my attention. There she is. I turn around and holy shit, she's standing there in her black leather knee high boots and black lace underwear. Her size 14 body looks amazing and her 34d boobs are being held in place with a bra that could be taken off by pulling on one string. Immediately I'm hard and wondering what I've done to deserve this.
"Hi sexy," I say. Corny yes but all the blood is going below the belt right now, not in my brain.
"You're a little overdressed, strip down to your boxers and I'll come over."
She doesn't have to tell me twice and I comply, I don't think I've ever taken my clothes off so fast but as instructed I leave my boxers on, hoping Jules will take them off for me.
She walks over slowly, every inch of her in soft light looks so damn gorgeous.
"Lay down."
She's calling the shots but I'm not going to question it. I lay down and she climbs over me. She pulls handcuffs from under the pillow. Yes! These haven't been used in a while and she cuffs my hands to the bed without saying a word. Next she pulls my boxers down and reveals my rock hard 7 inches. It wants, no needs attention and is already dripping with pre cum.
She grabs my throbbing cock and starts stroking slowly, suddenly all the little things that wound me up today melt away as I lie here, helpless and being pleasured by my sexy wife.
"So tell me," she says gently, "who is Kinky Kendra?"
Oh fuck. I didn't clear my internet history. Jules squeezes my cock tight and I gasp, it's like she's trying to get information from me. I can't stop myself blurting out my confession. She's a porn star who I really fancy, in recent times I've been subscribing to her website and watching a lot of her videos. Thing is I normally delete my internet browsing history and obviously I haven't this time.
"Good boy," she says softly, "I knew you'd tell me the truth with the right incentive. She let's go and I get hard again but suddenly she's picking up her big dressing gown off the floor and putting it on.
"H-hey aren't you forgetting something?" I say.
"Oh yes," she says and reaches for something on my side of the bed.
My laptop, I'm confused and obviously that shows on my face.
"You want her so bad?" She says, "you can have her," and with that she opens the laptop and starts up a video of Kendra seducing a builder, one of my most viewed videos. I'm so horny but I'm still cuffed to the bed and now Jules is leaving.
"Where are you going?" I call out, "aren't you going to uncuff me?"
"No, this is more fun," and she leaves forcing me to watch Kendra sucking on a huge cock whilst I lie here naked, horny, hard and helpless.
22 minutes I've lay here watching and listening to Kendra sucking, stroking and riding this lucky fucker's cock whilst mine remains so hard and throbbing that it hurts. He's about to cum over her face and all I want right now is to be let out of these handcuffs so I can take care of myself.
