One summer evening, my wife Patty went out about 9:00 in the evening, having made arrangements to meet up with a guy she had recently met on the internet. She was dressed to thrill.
Patty is in her mid 30s, and gorgeous. She has short reddish-brown hair, a pretty face with deep brown eyes and a voluptuous body with a curvy ass and big, bounteous boobs that spill out of every outfit she wears. That evening she was wearing a tight jean skirt, heels (with her toes painted a bright, slutty red) and a low cut pink baby-doll top that exposed her gorgeous cleavage. Her makeup was a little thick but tasteful, her lipstick matching her toenail and fingernail polish perfectly.
Although she does have a regular "boyfriend," her adventure that night was brought about by an interesting series of events. As a tease, several weeks earlier I had bought her an "extra large," lifelike toy. At the time, it was more of a joke than anything but she took to it immediately. At 10" long and 3" thick, I had been doubtful that she could fully enjoy it, but it soon became her almost exclusive means of getting off. Anyway, she often complained that my average six-incher was a bit unsatisfying and even her boyfriend, who was a bit better "hung" than I, was no match for her new toy. So, she perused the singles/adult ads until she found someone who claimed to have the equipment she had suddenly started to crave. The guy she was meeting, Jason, had an ad that said he had nine inches of thick meat "always hard and ready."
I spent the entire evening waiting and wondering how things were going, if she found him attractive, if they would find a room somewhere and, most importantly, whether his cock was "as advertised." Suddenly, at about 11:00 the phone rang. She was on her way home. She sounded pissed.
"Fucker stood me up," she screamed. She told me that, to make things worse, she was horny as hell (having gotten worked up over this guy's pictures on his singles ad) and finally she told me I'd "better be ready" when she walked in the door.
She hung up and called back a few minutes later. She told me she was almost home. She ordered me to strip naked and wait for her sitting on one of our dining room chairs. "Sounds like we're gonna have some fun," I thought, so I quickly stripped and sat down.
When she arrived, it was obvious she was a little drunk, and horny as hell. She climbed on top of me and drove me nearly crazy sticking her tongue down my throat. She was humping my hard on and moaning like crazy.
She excused herself for a minute, and when she came back, she was holding handcuffs. She asked me if I wanted to "play" and I eagerly agreed.
She cuffed me to the chair and grabbed some rope. She tied my ankles securely to the legs of the chair, then she slowly did a striptease. My hard- on was raging. She was down to her skirt and heels, plus, of course, her jewelry.
She reached under her skirt and removed her soaked panties, then she lightly caressed my face with them. Then the surprise came. She shoved her wet panties into my mouth, grabbed a towel and tied it around my head. I was now bound and gagged and found it quite impossible to move.
Then, she gave me a sexy, seductive look and said "now comes the FUN part!" I assumed, of course, that she was about to get her toy and give me a show. Instead, she reached for her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. I couldn't imagine what she was doing. The other party apparently answered because she said "you can come in now." I was shocked. She turned the lights down low.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the back door. She ran to open it. I heard a low, man's voice. In walked my lovely wife. She told me that the man was Jason, the guy she had been planning to meet. She hadn't been "stood up" after all!! I could barely nod. She looked me in the eye and told me that they had a couple of drinks and he made it clear he wanted her and she wanted him, but they didn't feel like getting a motel room. So, she needed me out of the way. Then, she turned and wrapped one arm around Jason's neck and kissed him and, although it was kind of dark, I could see his hands on her ass and her left hand rubbing the front of his jeans.
When they broke the kiss, she looked at me and announced "Jason and I are going to bed now." I watched helplessly as they made their way up the stairs.
Now, our bedroom is a loft with an opening just above where I was sitting, so I could hear practically everything. At first, muffled moaning and the rustle of clothing. Then footsteps. I heard the unmistakable squeak of the bed, and then Patty began a rhythmic humming, and I was sure by his occasional gasps and groans that she was sucking his cock. I was so turned on I could have shot off into thin air. But, as I listened carefully I heard the bed squeak some more.
Suddenly, Patty called out my name.
"Andy . . . ANDY . . . Jason is going to fuck me now!" I grunted through my panty-gag. "Listen carefully!"
I heard her gasp and I was sure he had entered her. The next several minutes was a virtual nonstop squeaking of our bed and Patty moaning, punctuated by her breathlessly gasping things like "Yesssss" and "feels so fucking good" ... and "so fucking BIG!"
I heard their rhythm intensify. Her gasps were now more like whimpers and I could tell by her tone that she was nearing her orgasm. Her moaning reached a fever pitch. "Yessss .... Fuck me .... Fuck me with your big fat cock ... ohhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
After her moans subsided, I didn't hear anything for a minute or two. Then I hear the rhythm of the bed squeaking again. This time I heard Patty speaking more softly. "Yes" she cooed. "That's it ... c'mon ... it feels sooooooooo good!... come inside me baby ... squirt me with your hot cum ... drain you balls in me ... that's it ... c'mon ... I wanna FEEL it."
I heard him grunting until it was clear that he, too, exploded and I imagined his cock pulsing inside my wife, shooting hot cum deep inside of her,
