This is quick little something that I wrote a while ago and expanded a bit. There may be future additions to it as Donald deals with each of the ladies, but for now, I think it’s best as a piece where the resolution is left to the reader’s imagination. Please enjoy, and feel free to comment!
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Donald strained at the bindings that kept him eagle-spread on the bed, the leather cuffs biting into his wrists and ankles as Theresa and her girlfriends watched on in amusement. His was a heavy body, tall and thick with equal amounts of fat and muscle, typical for a man his age and height. A thick ring gag had been forced between his teeth. At some point while he had been unconscious, his body had been shaved smooth save for his head and eyebrows, but other than that, they had done nothing to him as of yet.
The operative word there was ‘yet.’ As the six ladies stood or sat around the bed, leering at him, Donald didn’t think that ‘yet’ was going to last much longer. Sipping drinks and whispering and giggling, the women’s excited anticipation looked to be at the breaking point. He knew each of them; they were all friends or coworkers of his wife. Unfamiliar to him were the predatory smirks and the intense scrutiny of his bared flesh.
He squirmed again in a futile attempt to either escape or at least cover himself. Someone cooed in mock sympathy for his plight, although he couldn’t have said who.
His memory from what he suspected had been only a few hours earlier had been pleasant. Hell, it had been fantastic! Coming home from work, Donald had found Theresa waiting for him in their living room with a bottle of wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other, and she had been wearing a tight little bit of black satin lingerie that was more air than fabric. It had been an unexpected but welcome discovery for him! Their marriage of 12 years had been having... a few troubles. Nothing severe, neither of them were cheating on the other, but a tension had developed between them that no amount of gifts and dinners and planned nights out had been able to dissolve. Communication, not to mention sex, just hadn’t been happening no matter how hard they had tried.
So to have come home and found Theresa standing there with a sultry smile and a suggestion that they try something different was promising! She’d always been a sexy woman. But at that moment? His wife had never looked so desirable, so sensual, so... willing! She had poured the wine, guided him to the couch, curled up with him sensually, almost kittenishly, urged him to drink, and after he’d had a few sips...
That’s where it all went fuzzy. He’d gone from sitting on the couch with his shoes kicked off and his tie loosened to being strapped down to their bed completely naked with a half-dozen women standing around him, ogling him and murmuring to each other. Each woman was dressed in her finest cocktail gown. The fabric clung to the curves of their bodies. Their makeup and hair were Sunday perfect, and they’d donned gloves, shoes, and pearls to create auras of sophistication and authority as they drank from their fluted champagne glasses.
Theresa herself was sitting on the edge of the bed, running her fingers tenderly through Donald’s hair when he awoke. A damp cloth was held daintily in one hand from where she had been dabbing away his drool. Gone was the lacy lingerie she had greeted him in. It had been replaced by an outfit of emerald green, one similar to what the other women wore. It was a dress that revealed plenty of leg and exposed an impressive amount of cleavage. Theresa had donned matching gloves, and the strand of pearls that he’d given her for their tenth wedding anniversary hung about her slender neck. His wife hadn’t moved since he’d first started to come around. She casually chatted with the other women about inconsequential things until she noticed that he’d fully regained consciousness. Only once he had started to try and speak through the gag and frantically pull on the leather straps, only then she had smiled like an angel down at him.
Was that relief in her face, too?
“You’re up! Oh, good, we can get started. The ladies were getting impatient. Really, Donald, you’d sleep all day if you could get away with it.” Leaning over, her auburn hair falling around his face like a curtain, she smiled lovingly but with mischief in her hazel eyes. “You know how the counselor said we should spice things up a bit, Donald? That we should be more spontaneous? I thought I’d surprise you with something a little different.”
