My husband was chasing a crook over some waste ground when his foot got caught in a large pothole, as he fell the large cracking noise told him that he had broken his leg. It has now been four weeks that he's been laid up at home and for someone who is very active the frustration was beginning to tell. His character had totally changed from his normal jolly and cheerful self to one of grumpy and morose, he was bored big time.
I had to find away to cheer him up, sex was out of the question, as he couldn't get his leg over, quite literally. So I came up with an idea to incentive his recovery so that he would have something to look forward too. Over the years he had pestered me to let him handcuff me to the bed and have his wicked way with me. I refused to even discuss the idea; it scared me being totally at the mercy of another human being even if he was my husband.
When I told him of my idea a big smile spread over his face and during the time that we waited for his leg to mend he once again became cheerful, innuendoes became common place in those final weeks.
Once the plaster cast had been removed we waited a week to allow him to regain some of his strength in his leg, even though Peter wanted to get right down to it the same day the cast was removed.
We waited until Saturday night to do the deed, as we knew our eighteen-year-old son always stayed over at a friend's house at the weekends.
I quickly took a shower and walked into the bedroom just wearing my robe. Peter was standing in the middle of the room swinging his handcuffs around his finger while a mischievous grin lit up his whole face.
He beckoned me towards him, taking me in his arms he planted a big kiss on my lips, as we continued to embrace he unbuttoned my robe pushing it off my shoulders to land in a pile on the carpet. Taking my left hand he clipped one of the cuffs on me and then immediately began pushing me gently backwards onto the bed, raising my hands to the wrought iron headboard he threaded the handcuffs through the centre and clasped the other cuff onto my free hand. He stood back to admire the view, me totally naked and at his mercy cuffed to the bed.
I still felt a little nervous being restrained this way but we had agreed that my legs would remain free so that when we made love my legs would be able to wrap around his to draw him deeper into me.
My nervousness began to vanish as he began kissing my neck, his kisses where moving downwards towards my breasts, by the time he took my first nipple into his mouth they were erect with anticipation. He sucked each nipple in turn gently taking them between his teeth and tenderly biting them, already I could feel the heat building up between my legs.
The journey continued as he circled his tongue around my belly button moving ever nearer to my wetness. As soon as his tongue touched my slit I shivered with delight, goosebumps breaking out all over my body. My clitoris was being teased and tormented by his wonderful tongue when suddenly he stopped, I looked at him, his eyes were focused on the doorway as I turned to look I was shocked to see our son Nigel standing watching.
"Get out!" I screamed, angrier at being caught like this than anything else.
He didn't move, it was like he was in a trance.
"Nigel please leave us and shut the door as you go," said Peter trying to remain cool.
He still didn't move.
"Nigel, go," said Peter once again.
"I'm s s s sorry," said Nigel, "I've just have never seen a naked woman before."
"It's not a woman it's your mother for Christ's sake, just go," said Peter this time a lot firmer.
"M m may I just feel her tit, please I just want to know what it feels like," said Nigel bravely.
"I'm not going to tell you again, go," replied Peter.
Nigel turned to leave, then hesitated.
"Just let me feel it, just once otherwise I might just mention this by accident and I'm sure your mates at the station would have a good laugh at the use you found for the handcuffs."
