A wife wants payback for her husband's cheating.
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Part 1.
"The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels," I told her.
"Okay, naked, completely naked."
"Is that all?" I asked.
"No. Handcuffed to the bed as well," Beth replied.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"I'm not saying just now, I'll save my other choices as a surprise," she said.
She ran her fingertips slowly down the open neckline of her blouse, and into her cleavage, stroking her concealed breast; she saw me watching and seductively licked her top lip. She was teasing me and I loved it
"What about you?" she continued.
"I think I'd better keep mine a surprise as well then, it looks like I'll be pretty much under your control tonight, so I'll play it by ear," I told her.
This sounded like it might be an interesting night, so I thought I had better keep something in reserve.
It was a game my wife, Beth and I played every few weeks. We each had five choices of dress or actions for ourselves or for each other.
We had agreed to always comply with one another's choices, unless, of course, it was something either of us really didn't want: Beth had always strongly refused to let me have anal sex with her for example.
But it still left us plenty of scope to play, our games were really only limited by our own imagination.
We only played our game occasionally though, that way it never got boring. It also gave us plenty of time to think of something original, though there were always favorites that we kept coming back to, such as the clothes I had chosen for her to wear tonight.
In truth, Beth is one of those lucky women who look good in anything. She could throw some old rags on and they would hang perfectly on her.
At five feet eight, she's slim but also curvy in just the right places, she has long red hair above a pale face, green eyes and a slim nose, with just a spattering of freckles and full lips on a mouth that is, according to her, a bit too wide, but to me ultimately kissable.
I adore her regardless of what she wears, but I'm a man, and if I can get my wife into something sexy, and maybe even kinky, well, I'm going to grab that opportunity with both hands.
I sipped my wine, savoring the dry tangy flavor. I was sitting in my favorite chair looking at Beth who had her feet tucked up under her on the sofa.
We had finished dinner an hour ago. It was early Friday evening, and we had a whole weekend to play our game if we wanted.
We stared at one another, neither of us speaking now; we both knew what was to happen next.
Slowly Beth stood up; again she licked her lips sexily, and with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, she sashayed from the room toward the bedroom.
I leisurely finished my wine, giving Beth time to prepare herself, and then ten minutes later, taking our empty glasses and the half full bottle I followed her.
The bedroom was empty, but I could hear Beth moving about in the en suite bathroom.
I quickly stripped my off clothes; I flung the bed cover back and lay down on the cool sheet.
I assumed what I considered a raunchy pose, laying on my side with my head supported by my right hand, my arm bent at the elbow.
My legs were bent at the knees, my left one upright lewdly exposing my erection.
The bathroom door opened and my breath caught as Beth entered.
In the seven years we have been married I have never grown tired of just looking at her, and here she was dressed like something from a wet dream.
She had added silver grey satin panties to the items I had suggested.
Her hair was piled up on top of her head, with a few wispy curls allowed to escape and hang down.
A triple string of pearls hung around her neck.
I smiled up at her as she stood with one knee resting on the bed; she cupped her breast with one hand and held the forefinger of the other to the side of her mouth.
She looked down at my hard penis "is that all for me?" She asked coyly.
"Every last bit, and more than once," I replied in a comically macho voice.
We both giggled. Beth then collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed.
My hand entwined in her hair as I pulled her to me, we kissed for quite some time, exploring one another's mouths greedily, our tongues fighting a frenzied battle,
Breathlessly she pulled away, and lifting her head she tossed her hair back from her face.
"You're supposed to be cuffed to the bed," she whispered.
I let go of her and lay back, I spread my arms, clutching the headboard at either side of my head.
"I'm all yours, do whatever you want," I told her.
She climbed off the bed and opened a drawer in her dressing table; it was where we stored all our toys.
She returned to me holding two pairs of shiny handcuffs, and in just a few seconds my hands were cuffed securely to the bed.
She jumped up again and fetched two of her stockings. I guessed what she had in mind, and spread my legs so she could tie my feet wide apart.
I was helpless and so excited; I had the feeling that something special was going to happen this weekend.
If I had only known what!
Beth knelt astride my hips, she hooked her fingers into the bra cups of her Basque, and eased them down exposing her breasts, leaning forward she pushed one nipple into my eager mouth, I sucked, slowly increasing the pressure, drawing in more and more of her erect bud and as much of her breast as I could.
She moaned in pleasure as I gently bit down on her tit.
Then she pulled herself free, but only to replace one breast with the other for me to repeat the process.
When she finally pulled away she knelt beside me, she ran her hands over my body, slowly and gently, caressing and massaging.
I looked at her face as she concentrated on what she was doing, she looked so beautiful.
"This is nice, have you thought of your other choices yet?" I asked her quietly, hoping I wouldn't break the mood.
"I don't think I'll need anything else. But don't worry, I can guarantee you won't forget this night in a hurry."
I relaxed back into the bed, enjoying the feel of her hands, feeling her fingers make their slow way down to my cock, just as I had hoped they would.
I had my eyes closed, but in my mind's eye I could see her slim fingers, with deep red nails wrapped around my shaft.
She began to slowly move her hand up and down, I groaned with pleasure, feeling like a king, albeit a king tied to his bed, but a king nonetheless.
She quickened the pace, her hand building to a steady rhythm.
I could feel my climax building.
I wanted to stop her, to make it last longer, but the approaching orgasm was stronger than my will power.
All too soon my body stiffened and I arched up off the bed.
"Nnngggg...aahhhh," I cried out, her pumping hand forcing sperm to arc and splash onto my stomach.
I sagged back down, although I had just laid there while Beth did all the work, I felt exhausted.
I sighed happily, and I could feel Beth still holding my rapidly wilting penis, I didn't know what she was doing, but with her busy fingers manipulating my cock I felt the stirrings of another erection.
"Don't you fucking get hard again yet, I need you soft for a few moments," she hissed at me.
I could feel something gripping my cock, no, not gripping, encasing; she had wrapped something around my cock and it was squeezing me tight.
I wasn't worried, in fact I was enjoying the feeling, I thought it was another kinky idea that she wanted to try.
My curiosity though, was beginning to get the better of me. I strained my neck, lifting my head, trying to see what she was doing, but the way she was hunched over my body hid her hands from me, but I could feel her busy fingers around my cock and my balls.
Suddenly something pulled tight around my scrotum. I gasped even though it wasn't painful. Then it happened again, this time around my balls and the base of my cock.
It was then I began to grow concerned.
"What are you doing Beth? It's hurting my cock, whatever it is," I said in a more casual way than I was feeling.
"I'm just about done, yes.....there," she announced. And she sat back on her heels beside me on the bed.
I looked down my body at my crotch.
At first I didn't know what I was looking at, and then I slowly began to realize what she had done.
My penis was now inside a shiny metallic mesh tube. It was of a size that would fit me perfectly under normal circumstances: when I was soft. But as I was growing harder by the second my cock had no room to expand. I was only half erect and already the flesh of my penis was pushing through the mesh.
It was this that was causing me pain. The most bizarre thing though was the fact that I was still growing more erect.
I was in effect torturing myself.
I also saw that the tube was held in place by two chrome circlets: pulled tight around my balls and my penis.
