My wife Wendy and I have been married for 8 years. We are both 40. Wendy has a curvy, voluptuous figure, with a 38D chest, and the best bum I have seen on a woman. And she is all woman.
She also has that dirty look on her, which she can switch on from being a cutie in a second. Our sex life has always been good but as time goes by we have added new scenarios and ideas to spice it up, such as having sex outdoors on the way home from a night out, sometimes in people’s gardens.
The only 2 things we have talked about that have remained no go areas are threesomes and anal sex. Wendy has no interest in other women and only wants to share herself with me.
She hasn’t actually said she is against the idea of having another man join us, she is just worried what it might lead to in our relationship. As for anal sex, well she had tried it with a previous bf but he was too rough and she has no desire to try it again.
Other than that she wasn’t keen on me cumming over her face but I did occasionally get carried away, not that she complained too much.
I have always imagined seeing Wendy with another man, or even two, whilst I watched and/or joined in. This was the biggest fantasy turn on for me. I had always made do with a bit of photo manipulation, taking pictures of her and blending them into pictures of women being gangbanged by 2 or more men, usually black men.
I have lots of these pictures and they could guarantee to get me aroused quicker than anything except Wendy herself. Have even done a few fakes for friends (if you would like some – let me know – seriously!).
Anyway, to the story.
It was a Saturday evening, time on our hands. Wendy dressed up and I decided to be in control, she was to do everything I said. She was wearing a slutty little outfit, tight white strapless top, a black mini skirt, stockings and heels. We decided to stay in.
I ordered her over to the bed and told her to lie down on her back. I took out 2 pairs of handcuffs. I knelt down over her, pinning her down to the bed, cuffed one hand to one bedpost and with the other cuffs her other hand to the opposite corner.
I then slowly pushed her legs apart tying each ankle to a corner post. She was now spread-eagled on the bed. Completely at my mercy I then blindfolded her to take away one of her senses – help heighten the others.
I took out a very realistic thick black 10-inch cock vibrator I had bought a week earlier, that she knew nothing about, and placed it alongside her, on the bed. She only had a small smooth vibrator so this was to be a surprise for her.
After tying her up I kissed her gently on the lips, ran my fingers softly across her cheek, down her soft neck and down to her top. I then grabbed her top and yanked it hard down to her waist, releasing her breasts. Thinking I was going to be gentle with her she gasped at the shock of being stripped in this way.
I left the room for a couple of minutes in order to heighten her arousal with the anticipation. Just then the phone rang. It was a wrong number.
After finishing the call quickly I carried on talking down the phone (to a dead line) saying
“OK, see you here in a couple of minutes.” I said it loud enough for Wendy to hear me, knowing she would be listening.
I wanted her to wander what I was up to. I guessed she was thinking, “Who was he talking to?” “Is someone coming round here in a few minutes, with me tied to the bed, dressed in just stockings and heels, breasts revealed to the world?”
I came back into the room. “Who was that?” Wendy asked.
“No-one darling, just a wrong number” I replied.
I thought this would be an ideal time to bring my fantasy of seeing Wendy with another man a step closer. I gathered that if I pretended that another man was going to be in the room, kissing, touching, maybe even fucking her she may get turned on by it, whilst knowing that it wasn’t actually happening, and that it was me, not another man, all along.
I went over to the bed. Her legs were nicely spread and her skirt was so short the stocking top were a couple of inches lower, revealing her tanned flesh of the tops of her thighs. I could see her lips, glinting already from the moisture from her wet pussy.
I knelt by her side and kissed her again. I took my cock out of my trousers and placed it on her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue came out, flicking the tip of my now, erect, cock. I pushed it down, the tip slipping into her warm, wet mouth.
She closed her mouth around it and rolled her tongue round the tip. She hadn’t started sucking on it yet, she just played with the tip using her tongue – she could make me cum just doing this.
Feeling I could cum very quickly I pulled my cock out, and then climbed off the bed.
“I think I can hear someone coming down the path,” I said to her.
“Let me quickly get the door.” I left the room, ran down the stairs, opened the door very quietly and rang the doorbell myself.
I had a brief conversation with myself, loudly enough for Wendy to think someone was at the front door but not loud enough so she could make out it was only me there.
I closed the door loudly but stayed downstairs for a minute or two, continuing to talk, but now a bit softer, so that Wendy wasn’t sure whether there was someone in the house or not. I started to walk up the stairs, but doing so on all fours, to make it sound like there were 2 sets of footsteps approaching the bedroom.
I reached the top of the stairs and was hoping Wendy was now thinking that the man (more likely than a woman) who rang earlier to say he was coming around, was now in the house coming towards the bedroom. I was hoping that she would still be willing to carry on and not scream for the mystery person to get out.
I came towards the bedroom door which was ajar and said “Sshhhh” very quietly, but once again, hopefully loud enough for Wendy to hear.
I stepped into the room. “Who was that?” she asked.
