The Girls
A few days later, Margie and Tessa were out on Margie's patio sharing a bottle of wine.
"I swear to god he did!" Margie laughed.
"Details, girl, I want the details," Tessa said.
"I think my husband's gone over the deep end, really I do," Margie said her voice now serious.
"But what did he say, or do, Marge?"
"He tried to get me drunk. Well, he did get me drunk; but when he brought out these handcuffs and said he was going to tie me to the bed I guess I panicked."
"I don't blame you, Marge, that's some serious shit he's proposing there."
"Ah, you don't understand, Tessa. I kinda like the idea of being helpless. That can lead to some kinky sex, you know? And kinky sex solidifies a marriage. I think, anyway."
"But he caught you off guard and you panicked."
"That's right! More wine?"
"Yes, please."
"So what do I do, Tessa?"
"The obvious thing is for you to change your mind."
"Hmmm, it is a woman's prerogative, isn't it?"
"It certainly is. This is a good wine. Where did you get it?"
"Berryman's Winery. It was only $8.95 a bottle. I bought a half dozen. Take one home with you."
"I couldn't, but thank you so much," Tessa said.
"You have too. You just solved my problem. That's worth at least a bottle of wine."
"All right, I accept. So tell me, Marge, has he tried to take any more pictures of you?"
"No, not that I'm aware of. Of course, he might be doing it when I'm not aware of it."
Tessa laughed. "Actually there's hardly any harm in it."
"So you say, but can you swear your darling man hasn't put any of them up on the internet?"
"No I can't. But he knows what's good for him and if he wants any pussy for the next five years, he won't even entertain the idea."
"Mmmm, that is the best way to keep the boys under control, isn't it?"
"It hasn't failed me yet, Marge."
"Me either!"
VINCE & MARGIE
Margie let another week pass before letting Vince convince her to try some light bondage where he used the handcuffs on her. She managed it artfully, so artfully in fact, that he had no idea how willing a participant she was. For her part, Margie liked the idea of being helpless.
There were many things she had always wanted to try, but was afraid to suggest them to Vince for fear of being rejected and worse, being accused of being a whore or the like.
And so, when he rolled over and grabbed Margie and started tickling her, she started laughing uncontrollably. Vince used this as an opportunity to pull the fur covered handcuffs from under the pillow, where he'd hidden them.
Before Margie realized what was happening he had snapped one cuff over her left wrist and then wrapped the cuffs around the bedpost and snapped the other cuff around her right wrist.
Thinking, I'll give the little devil his due, he was quick to take advantage of me; she made her eyes as big as saucers and bleated, "What the hell are you doing Vince?"
But he was already reaching for the scarf he'd hidden under the bed and tied one of her legs to the foot post on the bed and the other to the bed-frame. Margie found herself securely tied in a spread-eagled position on the bed.
Margie strained her neck to watch his every move. Tessa won't believe a word of this when I tell her about it tomorrow, she thought. Vince opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a large feather and ran it lightly across her shoulder and down her arm.
It would be better if he'd blindfolded me, she thought then chastised herself for being overly critical, he must have spent a lot of time planning this; he couldn't know how I'd take it and so he'd probably dropped the idea of blindfolding me.
She shivered at the unexpected sensation. "Stop it, Vince!" but the tone of her voice said otherwise and he continued.
Vince used the feather on her breasts, up both legs and finished with a long tease up and down her freshly shaven pussy.
"Vince," she moaned, stretching his two syllable name into a much longer word.
Margie tested the scarves that bound her legs to the bed. They didn't budge.
Much more confident after hearing her moan, Vince blew gently on her left breast, hardening the nipple. The sensation was so intense that Margie begged him to do it again. He blew on the other breast and the pungent, musky aroma of his wife's arousal filled his nostrils.
"Like it?"
"Mmmm," she replied.
He hovered above her bald pussy and counted to ten, and then expelled the breath he had been holding in. Margie's reaction startled him. Of course she was tied hand and foot, so her movement was limited, but even so when her hips leapt off the mattress, her vagina came into contact with his lips. That provided the impetus for Vince to go down on her with a vengeance.
The Guys
"I'm tellin' you when I blew on her pussy she went berserk," Vince said.
"You didn't stop then, did you?"
"No way, man, I started licking up her leg. I began at the inside of her knee like you suggested. Right to the juncture between her thighs then I started all over again on the other leg.
"How many times did you do it?" asked Danny, who was very uncomfortable in his crotch.
"I'm not sure. I think maybe twice on each thigh. But when my tongue found her labia she screamed."
"What happened next?"
"I moved up to her clit."
"Jesus Christ!"
"That's what she was gasping; only she was saying it over and over. So I took her clit in between my lips and sucked on it like it was giving me life."
The Girls
"I'm telling you, Tessa, when he did my clit I went over the top. I came hard. He hasn't done me that good in ages. Next thing I remember he's got a couple fingers punching into me and he's still munching away on my clit."
"Jesus, Marge... that must have been..."
"Heaven! I was in heaven! I'm telling you I came and came and came again. I was pleading with him to stop so I could catch my breath, but he either didn't hear me or wouldn't stop out of perversity."
"Nothing perverse about making your lover come repeatedly, Margie."
The Guys
"Vince," she yells, you better put it in me before I pass out!"
"She actually said that?" Danny said, not believing what his friend was telling him. It was unlike any conversation he had ever had with anyone.
"Words to that effect, anyway," Vince said breathing hard. "I don't know where I got the nerve. Yes I do, I had her coming and going wanting it. So I pushed the envelope and dangled my dick in front of her face."
"Were you still fingering her?"
"Yeah, sure I was. I told her ...."
The Girls
"He said... and I still can't believe he said this..."
"What did he say, Marge?"
"He said, 'You want to get laid, you'll have to earn it.'"
"Oh, Marge, this is sooo hot!"
"Isn't it? I'm ready to cum from talking about it."
"Me too," Tessa agreed, "so what happened next?"
"I grabbed him and put him in my mouth."
"Ohhh," moaned Tessa.
The Guys
Vince was almost shouting as he told Danny: "She gobbled me up. Ran the old tongue around the head like a fucking pro."
"Pardon me asking, but does she give head often?"
"Are you fucking kidding? It's the exception, unless she's hotter than a two-dollar pistol.
This was obviously one of those times. I kept my fingers going, you know? Kind of stirring the honey pot. Margie was bucking and bobbing up and down on my sausage at the same time.
"Wow man, this is wild," Danny said, hardly able to contain himself from whipping his cock out and jerking off. He pictured the couple on the bed – Margie shacked to the bedposts, aroused by both Vince's love making and the feather that had generated intensity to their sex that was usually missing in the most erotic encounters. He told himself that if Margie could get that hot from his instructions to Vince she would be almost uncontrollable if he got the opportunity to fuck her.
It was at that point that Danny promised himself that he would get into Margie's pants at any cost. He just had to figure out how to accomplish it without losing his own wife as a result.
"You think that's wild?" Vince said, "Wait until you hear what happened next."
The Girls
"I found myself begging him for it. I would have done anything he wanted at that moment, I swear to God, I'd have licked his ass, even let him piss all over me. No degradation was out of the picture. I just wanted his cock inside me. I didn't know if it was because he'd handcuffed me to the bed, or if that damned feather of his got me that way. Maybe it was both."
"Jesus Christ, Marge... I... I can't believe he got you that hot!" But even as she spoke the words, Tessa was envisioning how she herself might feel with Vince's cock pummeling her. She had a mini-orgasm savoring the image and missed most of what Margie said for the next few minutes.
The Guys
"She actually begged you for it?"
"Bet your ass she did, and I'll tell you what else she did, Danny, I mean, we were slappin' bellies for a while as I screwed her but after she came for the hundredth time or so, I released her hands and legs and flipped her over on her stomach.
She bawls out, "You're not thinking of...."
"That's exactly what I'm thinking, baby," I told her.
"Her ass?" Danny said unbelievingly. "You put it up the shitter?"
The Girls
"He... he took the cuffs off and turned me over."
"A little doggy-style, huh?" Tessa said excitedly.
"If only," Margie replied.
"No!"
"That what I said. And I said it loud enough so that he heard me."
In a low, voice, Tessa said, "He didn't...." But she was imagining Vince spreading her own ass and driving his pulsing cock into her anal passage.
"Oh, but he did. But first he used that damned feather again and when he blew a breath or two on my back hole... suddenly I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock going into my poop chute."
The Guys
"I told her it was my ass," Vince said. "She says, "Oh, Vince you're so nasty!"
"She didn't!"
