The story that follows began about five years ago, and I feel it is now finally ready to be told. To give a broader perspective, my husband and I have decided to take turns writing chapters. We had great fun writing it and we hope you enjoy! I decided to let my husband write the first chapter, because as you'll soon see, he had a much better view of the opening exchanges...
Chapter 1
I knew something was up from the moment my wife met me at the door wearing a full face of makeup, bright red lipstick and a big dressing gown deliberately concealing whatever was underneath. I half expected her to drop the robe and fuck me right there on the doorstep -- it wouldn't have been the first time -- but it turned out she had something much more elaborate planned for that particular warm spring evening.
'Out onto the balcony, now!' she commanded in her firmest sergeant-major tone. I obeyed, intrigued to know what was coming next. Once I had stepped out onto our balcony, she pointed at a chair.
'Take a seat.'
I did what she asked, and before I could react she had grabbed my hands, yanked them behind my back, and secured them tightly with one of my ties. She linked the tie through the back of the chair, tying me firmly in place. Then, without any further ado, she disappeared back inside, closing the glass screen door behind her. I heard the lock click into place, and then she rolled down the blinds, blocking my view of inside. And that was how I found myself still dressed in my suit from work, tied down to a chair and locked out on our fifth-floor balcony.
An unexpected turn, to be sure, but then again with Caterina nothing ever went as expected. My wife is a complete sexual minx; gorgeous brown skin, a firm, toned body, deep chestnut eyes that are always sparkling mischievously, and a wide, sensuous mouth that tends to make most men immediately think of a particular sexual act. She is of Armenian-Italian descent, and so I often tell her that she has the arse of a Kardashian mixed with the grace of Sophia Loren, although in truth I know even this comparison sells her short. She is also exceedingly adventurous when it comes to sexual escapades, so there was an endless number of possibilities running through my head as I sat stuck on the balcony, wondering what exactly she had planned.
She left me out there for what must have been ten minutes, although the anticipation made it feel much longer. Finally, the white blind on the window fluttered, and began to slowly rise. The balcony was linked to our bedroom by a full length sliding glass door, covered by the white blind which was now slowly rising to reveal Caterina's dainty ankles. When her knees appeared through the glass, she stopped the blind, pausing to let me take in her bare legs. Then it began to rise again, slowly uncovering a tight black skirt, her midriff, a skimpy black crop top, and finally, as the blind totally receded, her face. She was smirking at me, her bright red lipstick standing out alluringly as she blew me a pouty kiss.
Moving back slightly from the glass, she pressed a button on her phone and a sultry, slow song began to play over our outside speakers. I glanced around behind me, wondering if anyone was watching. There were no other balconies directly overlooking ours, but from the street our wide glass window was not totally obscured. With the daylight slowly dying the light of the room would begin to stand out to passer-by's below, who would also no doubt notice the music that sounded like it belonged in a strip club blaring through our speakers. Caterina was aware of all this, I was sure -- in fact, the potential to be seen was probably turning her on hugely.
She began to sway her hips slowly in time with the music, leaning forward to display her cleavage. After a quick spin to show off her arse that was practically bursting out of the skin tight skirt, she began to play with her crop top, flicking at the edges, pretending to lift it before letting it drop. Finally, she lifted it all the way and flicked it off with a flourish, revealing a lacy black bra. As I admired the smooth skin and the gorgeous tits bulging under the scanty bra, I felt an erection stirring in my pants. Caterina shook her head at me seductively. Though I couldn't hear her words through the glass, I knew exactly what she was saying -- 'I know you want me, but you can't have me'.
Still swaying in time to the music, she began playing with the buttons of her skirt, unfastening it slowly to unveil a bright red G-string. She spun round again and the moved towards the window, pressing her arse tightly up against the glass. The effect was amazing, and I couldn't help but strain against my bonds, trying to get closer. But the knot held tight, so I was stuck in place as Caterina danced away from the glass. Next she began to play with the bra, unclipping the strap but holding it in place, dragging my torment out as long as she could. When she finally tossed it aside, revealing her perfectly round tits, I was once again squirming in my chair, pulling at my ties. Again Caterina leaned up against the window, her cute little nipples squished and magnified against the glass, and she grinned as she noticed the uncontrollable erection swelling in my pants.
'Do you want me to come out and play with you?' she asked, her raunchy tone just about audible through the glass. I nodded hungrily.
