Gretchen and I have been married for about twelve years as of this writing. When we married she was a ravishing twenty-two year old, with waist length auburn hair and a body to die for. For years I enjoyed the looks she got from passing males, proud that she was married to me. And our sex life had been incredible. I would come home from work and she would be waiting to pounce upon me. We must have made love to each other at least once a day on average, and the things she would do to me! Her blowjobs would drive the best of men wild.
As so often happens, however, Gretchen put on a few pounds over the years, and was not quite as fetching as when we first married. My desire for her faded and her desire for sexual activity obviously faded too. I was lucky if we had sex once a month, and wasn't too excited about that when it did happen. I was certainly not very attentive to her needs, and found that I would prefer masturbating to making love to her. Even so, I could never bring myself to say anything to her about it.
Eventually she became distraught about her weight and appearance. She began working out at a local gym with a few of her friends, and made even more friends at the club. Within a few months she had regained her stunning figure and my desire for her returned with a passion. She had started wearing sexy outfits that accented her attributes, and used a bonus check to get a breast enhancement, improving on what nature had already given her. My cock swelled repeatedly when I was around her. But the fact that I had ignored her needs when she was over weight had done its damage. Almost all of my advances were rebuffed with claims of headaches or exhaustion. And then one night she just came out and told me that she was pissed at me for all the nights she was left frustrated when she was "fat". She now found it difficult to become aroused by my attentions because she always recalled her lonely nights.
So, our sex life didn't improve and I found myself even more frustrated than before, because she was so damned HOT now. I masturbated even more than ever, and Gretchen seemed to have little to no interest in sex at all. I may not be as "buff" as I was a decade ago, but I'm still in pretty good shape, and my eight inch member couldn't be hidden. I thought about straying, and there were some women at work that probably would have taken me up on it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Things went on like this for a few months, and I spent my time fantasizing about the things I would like to do with Gretchen. This would almost invariably lead to masturbation when she wasn't home.
After about six months of this Gretchen's attitude seemed to change, she became friendlier if not more amorous. I had hopes that her memories were fading and that she had forgiven me. Maybe our sex life would soon return to its former glory.
One Friday afternoon I came home to find my weight lifting bench in the living room instead of in the garage. It is one of the benches that have an adjustable backrest, and the backrest was set at about a seventy-degree angle. I stood regarding it curiously for a moment, then turned to go and find Gretchen so I could ask why it was there. But when I turned I found that she had been standing in the doorway from the bedroom, regarding me as I regarded the bench. She was wearing a white sundress made of a lightweight fabric. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, because her large brown areolae were clearly visible through the fabric. When she walked towards me the light behind her made it obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties either, as I could see the silhouette of her pubic lips as she was backlit by the light from the windows. My cock began to harden as she silently approached me, drew herself to me and tilted her lovely lips up to kiss me. I whispered to her that I had missed her as I returned her kiss tenderly. She smiled, tracing my manhood with her fingertips through my slacks, "I'm glad. Are you feeling adventurous?" I of course said yes, as I was willing to do anything to make love to her.
Gretchen led me to the weight bench, and then she slowly, seductively removed all of my clothes, tossing them aside. Once I was completely nude, my manhood jutting out proudly in front of me, she pushed me down onto the bench. She went over to the couch and removed leather cuffs from beneath one of the cushions. It had been years since we had played with them. I began to ask her what her plan was, but she just touched her fingers to my lips to hush me as she fastened first my ankles to the legs of the bench, then my wrists to the tops of the vertical supports at the head of the bench. My arms were drawn above and behind me, I was leaned up so that I could see our big screen television. My buttocks were flat on the base of the bench; my cock was straining proudly upwards from my waist.
Gretchen tested my bonds, then she leaned down to kiss me tenderly and at length. She worked her way down my abdomen and began to gently suck on my manhood, dancing her tongue across and around it, then drawing me into her hot silky mouth. I could feel that I was about to receive one of her fantastic blowjobs and I was ecstatic! She softly caressed the sensitive flesh beneath my balls and the inside of my thighs as she worked on me. Damn! I was getting very worked up and began lifting my buttocks off of the bench, preparing to cum violently into her mouth. I was getting so close, I could feel the cum boiling up inside of my hardened cock.....and then the doorbell rang. Oh, shit! Gretchen stood and I asked her to please get rid of whoever it was.
Gretchen laughed softly, then returned to the couch and pulled something else from beneath the cushion, holding it at her side so that I couldn't see it. The doorbell rang again as Gretchen approached me. She held the item where I could see it and I saw what appeared to be a thick, short dildo with straps at its base. She smiled lovingly at me and asked me to open my mouth, leaning in as if she were going to kiss me. I opened my mouth in anticipation. Instead of her tongue dancing with mine, she suddenly pressed the penis gag into my mouth, then secured the straps to my head, drawing them tight. My eyes widened in surprise and shock. I tried to ask her what was going on but all that came out was "MMMppphhh?" Now she laughed more loudly as she pulled away from me. Without answering my implied question, she walked around behind me. In a few seconds I heard the front door open and Gretchen talking to a friend, and I could hear them laughing. I swiveled my head back and forth, trying to see what was happening, but I couldn't see. Then Gretchen walked back into the room, followed by her friend Jennifer. Jennifer glanced at me and shook her head, and I looked pleadingly at Gretchen, thinking "what the fuck?!" As the ladies ignored me, I struggled against my bonds, and tried to reach around and unfasten the leather straps that secured the leather cuffs to my wrists. Without saying a word to me Gretchen went to the mantle over the fireplace and collected five small brass padlocks, which apparently were keyed the same. The Jennifer helped her as they snapped a padlock shut onto each of the leather cuffs securing my wrists and ankles, then one onto the strap fastened at the back of my head, securing the penis gag. Gretchen patted me on the top of my head with a condescending expression on her face, then went back to the mantle and placed the key to the padlocks there. I stopped struggling and sat there perspiring as I tried to contemplate my fate.
Gretchen sat on the couch and Jennifer sat in a chair. They continued their conversation as if I weren't there, making sure to talk about anything other than my predicament or what they had planned. After a few minutes the doorbell rang again. Crap! Gretchen got up and went to the door, and then I heard more voices. This time I recognized the voices of my best friend Dave and his wife Marie, and another of Gretchen's friends, Elizabeth. When they all walked into the living room Dave just looked at me and shook his head as if to say, "What have you gotten yourself into this time, buddy?" Marie on the other hand regarded me with laughing eyes, as if she knew something that I didn't, saying, "Oh, don't get up Paul, its OK." Then she reached down and batted my hard cock back and forth a couple of times, and without looking at me again said, "what a waste." What the hell did that mean?
Over the next half-hour or so, several more people showed up, some that I knew others that I didn't. Bloody hell! I kept thinking, I'm gonna get her back when this is over! I was sitting here in my own living room, bound and gagged with a rubber cock, my own eight inch member throbbing uncontrollably in spite of my embarrassment while over a dozen people conversed and stole nervous or amused glances at my predicament. Shit, shit, shit!
After about five minutes the final guest arrived. I closed my eyes when I heard Deirdre's voice at the door. She was Gretchen's oldest friend. They had gone to college together and Deirdre had never forgiven me for taking her friend's attention away from her when we married. She hated me and I hated her. When I'd met Gretchen, Deirdre had a great body, but she too had put on a little weight over the years. She was still quite attractive and her body was still desirable, but I couldn't stand the sight of her because of the constant vitriol she threw at me every time she was around.
The love of my life and the bane of my existence entered the room together. Gretchen stood at my feet and announced that everyone was here and the "show" was about to begin. Without another word she took the padlock key from the mantle, walked around to my head, unlocked and removed the padlock securing the strap to the penis gag, but didn't remove the gag. She stood there just above me and waited.
Deirdre walked around into my view. She was wearing a top that showed off her now plump breasts and what appeared to be a mini-skirt. Without even looking at me she straddled my midsection and guided my manhood into her sex. She hadn't been wearing any panties. When she first straddled me I tried to move away, the thought of her on me was repulsive. But it was no use. She had to take her time to work my large cock into her pussy until I finally felt her flesh against my balls. She sat there for a moment, adjusting herself to me. She sighed and looked over my head to Gretchen; "This is the only thing about him that is worth a damn." She began working herself up and down on my cock, and then started rotating and thrusting forward and back, using me against my will. Damnit! I hated her and had often told my buddies that, "I wouldn't fuck her with somebody else's dick." Yet she had a very nice pussy and definitely knew how to use it. She really felt good. Talk about mixed feelings. My thoughts ranged from, "Get your fat ass off of me!" to "Oh, damn that feels so good", to "Fucking bitch!" and, "Oh, man, its been such a long time."
