We've been married for quite awhile and live the usual suburban lifestyle. My wife is in her late thirties and has a way of walking, talking and smiling that makes you want to be with her, to touch her. Her medium length blonde hair, a pretty face and nice shape makes for a total package.
Although we've always kept our sexual adventures to ourselves, we do have a 'thrill of being caught' exhibitionist side. Over the years we've had sex on hotel balconies, campsites, our car in restaurant parking lots, and our backyard patio. In these situations I like to first strip her totally nude while I play with her sexy body. She is turned on by being nude and vulnerable to being 'caught'.
She also likes toys as foreplay. A few years ago I built what I call a 'straddle'. Basically it's a 3' long half circle tube attached to a base. Using a leather strap I can attach a dildo sticking up. It is just the height for Diane to be on all fours while straddling the tube and have a dildo she can grind on while she gives me a blow job. Sometimes I tie her wrists and ankles to the base. We keep the straddle in the oversized closet of our master bedroom because the closet keeps the kids from hearing any noise.
I guess it was all of the above that led to what happened this past summer.
We were having one of our summer pool parties with neighbors and friends. Diane was wearing a modest bikini, revealing enough to be sexy, not enough to be daring. Booze was flowing at the patio bar. During the pool volleyball games one of the guys, Mark, kept 'accidently' bumping into Diane. A hand here, a bump there, all to win the game, of course. (yeah right!) No big deal, as this was the usual friendly flirting that happens at our parties after a few drinks.
Occasionally someone will show up with a joint. Since not everyone smokes, whoever wants to partake drifts away from the party and meets in our master bathroom where they can blow the smoke out an upstairs window. Sure enough, as the party went on, someone mentioned they had brought a joint. Diane and I went ahead to the master bath just to be sure it wasn't messed up with laundry.
While waiting for others to come upstairs, I looked into the closet outside our bath and pointed to the 'straddle'. Half kidding, I asked Diane if she wanted to mount it now.
She looked anxious but asked, "What if they're coming?"
I said, "Just try it quick!"
She pulled her bikini bottom aside and had just begun to press the dildo tip in when we heard someone coming up the stairs. She jumped off and quickly stepped back into the bathroom.
We got high with a few people and returned to the party.
Another volleyball game started and I noticed the flirting continued with Mark. Two other guys, Jim and John, picked up on Di's flirtatiousness. At one point John had Diane on his shoulders to spike the ball while Jim kept placing his hands on her ass to 'help' her keep her balance.
On one play, Diane had to jump for a ball and ended up with her chest on Jim's face. Mark saw this and said, 'Wow, she'll do anything for the team!' Everybody laughed. "Anything for the team" became the catch phrase for whenever someone did something good or silly during the rest of the game.
After the game, we sat at the bar and continued drinking. Most people left as it got later, leaving their other half behind. There were only John, Jim and Mark left. Mark said he had another joint and asked if we could smoke it on the patio.
I said it wasn't a good idea since our patio can be seen from a neighbors window. I told them we needed to check on the kids first, then for them to follow to the master bath.
We went upstairs, checked on the kids, and went to wait in the master bathroom.
Thinking back to earlier in the evening, I opened the door to the closet again and pointed to the straddle saying, 'Try again?'
Slurring her words, she said, 'Watch and listen for anyone coming' and went in the closet, pushed her bikini bottom off one leg, and stepped over the straddle as I stood by the closet door.
She lowered herself onto the straddle. She must have been excited because the dildo slipped right in. She began to grind in hurried fashion knowing the others would arrive shortly. I guess I was high because, over her (mild) protests, I fastened her wrists to the base. I assured her I could get the velcro off quickly as soon as I heard anyone coming upstairs. She began grinding the dildo with more intensity.
Just as I returned to my post at the closet door I realized the guys were more than half way up the stairs. I whispered to her, "They're here!" and not knowing what to do, turned off the closet light, closed the door, and ran into the bathroom just in time.
Jim came in and asked where Diane was. I said one of the kids was still awake and she would be back in a minute. So, assuming she was on her way, he lit the joint and began passing it around. They were talking, while I was thinking about the position I had left her in. My cock was stirring just imagining how hot our sex would be later.
After a couple of minutes, Mark started calling out, "Diane, where are you?" in a singsong voice.
Turning, I passed the joint to John so I did not see Mark as he stepped out of the bathroom. From outside the bathroom I heard him sing out, 'Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
I rushed to the door to steer him away from the closet. John and Jim were following Mark and got in my way as I tried to press pass them. Mark was calling out like a person who is "it" in hide and seek. A person who is 'it' opens and looks into everything as part of the game. It was like a slow motion accident as he opened the closet door.
There she was in plain view, on all fours, her naked ass facing us, bikini top strap across her back, bikini bottom on her ankle, unable to get away, her wrists tied to the base.
"Get out!" I heard her shriek.
I was too stunned to know what to do next and Diane was just holding her head down and trying to be as small as possible. Jim and John looked over Marks shoulders and I heard one of them say, 'Oh that's sweet!' In a bewildered tone I heard Mark say, "Is that a ...what is it?"
Figuring any explanation was better than none at this point, I said, "I call it a straddle. Come on guys, this was an accident, go on downstairs."
I guess it was the pot and booze because John started laughing. We all started giggling nervously, and even Diane turned her head with a wry smile, saying, "Come on, this is embarrassing. Don't you guys dare tell anyone!"
John said, 'Well it's your turn on the joint.' He moved forward and held the joint to her lips.
She rolled her eyes, took one quick puff and said, 'Come on guys, leave!'
John just held the joint out again and said, 'You need to catch up.'
She took another hit, this time longer, causing her to cough as she breathed it out. Her ass jiggled as she coughed. Jim, standing right behind her, noticed her ass. He said laughingly, "Come on, show us how that thing works while we finish this joint!"
John and Mark both laughed and John said, "Yeah! Show us how it works and we'll leave and never tell anyone!"
