Terrified Of Bondage
A Wife in Peril
Chapter One - A Marriage Gone Bad
I had been married to Alex for five years and to say that our sex life was getting to be dull would be an understatement. While Alex had never been what you would call a dynamo in bed after the first couple of years he became more like a dud in bed. On our honeymoon, he had at least made an attempt at foreplay. He would ply me with long soaks in a bubble bath where he would spend time washing my back and, more importantly, my front. And then he would spend time with a bottle of lotion massaging me all over. By the time that we got around to the main event, I was so wet and hot that I could climax almost before he entered my vagina.
And then the bubble baths became showers and the lotion massages got forgotten. The real problem was that I no longer could climax with a small amount of stimulation. And Alex still brought himself off within a few strokes and thought that I was satisfied.
Now, I have to admit that it was not all his fault. He had, in the early part of our marriage tried to spice things up by trying to introduce a few kinky things into our bedroom, but I had resisted. I just could not see how being tied up and spanked could be something that would excite me. Alex had tried to explain that being bound might loosen up some of my inhibitions. That if I was restrained I could not feel guilt for the things I did in that condition and so I could let my self-go and enjoy the moment.
I wasn't exactly sure about what he thought I was feeling guilty about but I was not about to allow someone to render me helpless and at his mercy. And when I explained that to him, he let it go and had not brought it up again.
And now, years later, I found myself completely sexually frustrated and wondering if I was going to have to go the rest of my life with less than being satisfied in bed. I went to an adult bookstore and bought a fine looking fake cock that said on the package that the batteries were included. But then when I got it home, I discovered that it was not that easy to find a place to hide it or to find the time to use it when I was out of sight of my husband. I almost thought it would be easier to have an affair than to diddle myself in private.
So then I began to do what many frustrated women do. I began to complain to my sister about how bad my sex life was. She asked me what exactly was so wrong with it and I told her that I felt that Alex was taking me totally for granted. That sex with him was like, wham, bam and not even a thank you ma'am.
She then asked me what I was going to do about it. "What can I do about it?" I asked.
"Well," she began, "when was the last time you surprised Alex, by answering the door wearing nothing but high heels?"
"Are you out of your mind? If I did that you can bet that it would not be Alex that was standing there when I opened the door."
Linda just started laughing and said, "Well, if that was the case maybe you would get laid properly for a change."
"And even if it was Alex that answered the door, how would that solve the problem of his premature ejaculation. Sure he might notice me, but more than likely he would just throw me down in the middle of the hallway, stick it in, get me all sticky and roll over and go to sleep."
"Ok, sis, how often are you and Alex having sex?"
"I guess, once or twice a month maybe. I don't really keep track."
"Mary, I think you have a bigger problem than just Alex's premature ejaculation. If a man is not getting sex on a regular basis from his wife, he is getting it somewhere. And by regular I don't mean once or twice a month."
"Oh, I am sure he beats off in the shower but how is that a problem? I don't believe the old wives tales that if he touches it he will go blind."
"Are you sure that is the only way he is getting off. It would not surprise me if he was getting it from someone on the side."
"Oh, for Christ sakes Linda, when would he have time to have an affair? It isn't as if either of us goes out of town a lot on business. Unless of course, his secretary is giving him blowjobs under his desk. I should not have brought it up in the first place. Now, you are going to have me checking to see where he is every moment he is not home."
"All I am saying is that if a man doesn't get enough at home, he will find some other way to get it. And truthfully, sis, if you are not getting what you deserve from Alex, then maybe you should be looking for someone else to play with."
As I drove home I gave Linda's words some thought. Surely having an affair was not the answer to the problem. But there had to be some answer. I really did not want to go through the rest of my life in a sexless marriage. Perhaps it was up to me to spice things up. I thought about her idea of wearing nothing but a pair of high-heeled shoes to the door when Alex came home. That certainly would get me fucked but I was not sure that it would be the exact right thing to set the mood. And so I decided that tomorrow, I would pay a visit to a lingerie shop. I had a good idea of just what I needed to get to make Alex's cock stand on end.
That evening I prepared Alex's favorite meal and spent a little extra time on my makeup and dress. I knew that Alex loved to see me in heels and was particularly partial to boots with heels so I put on a pair of knee-high black leather boots with a pointy five-inch heel. To go with them, I selected a short, not quite mini, black skirt and a blouse that was as close to see-through as I could find in my closet. Underneath I chose to wear a black half bra that accentuated my ample cleavage and a black thong. I chose not to wear hose or garters, leaving that for another time.
When I heard Alex's car pull into the drive I mixed his favorite drink and handed it to him as he walked through the door. "Darling, I know how hard you work every day and I thought I would make the end of the day something a little more special." I handed him the drink and told him to make himself comfortable and that dinner would be ready shortly.
As I turned to head into the kitchen, he reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me back around. "Whoa there woman," he said. "Who are you and what did you do with my wife?"
"Oh, she is hidden safely away and she will be back sooner than you expect. Just go with the flow and see if this version is not the better one." And then I leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
The weather was nice and we decided to eat on the back patio. I set the food out on the glass-topped table and called Alex to eat. As he approached I was gratified to see that he was ogling my outfit. He stopped and looked me over from head to toe, or I guess I should say toe to head since he has somewhat of a foot fetish. "Wow, you sure went all out tonight. What is the occasion?
"Does there have to be an occasion for a wife to want to please her husband? I just thought you might appreciate a nice dinner with someone other than your frumpy old wife."
"Well, let me start by saying that my wife is far from frumpy, as you call it. She is one of the most beautiful women in the world. But yes it is nice to see you all dressed up once in a while."
"Why don't we get started on the veal parmigiana? You can give me compliments as we eat."
We spent the better part of an hour enjoying the food and each other's company. When Alex finally patted his stomach to announce that he was completely sated, I told him to go into the living room and that I would join him after I had taken care of the food and cleaned up a bit. I took as little time as I could, just making sure that the food was taken care of and the dishes rinsed and put into the dishwasher. I had a horrible feeling that if I took too much time joining my husband that he might be stretched out on the couch and sound asleep.
As I entered the room I was pleased to hear some soft and slow music playing instead of the television. So I figured that Alex was getting into the romantic mood that I desired him in. He was sitting on the sofa and as he saw me approach, patted the area beside him in invitation. I readily accepted and as I sunk down next to him I allowed my head to nestle into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and reached down with his other hand and lifted my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes.
"You do know, that I love you very much," he said.
"Really, you love me?" I teased. "Why don't you show me how much? They say actions speak louder than words."
"I don't know who "they" are," he said. Then he bent down and brought his lips gently onto mine. I was almost sorry that he was as gentle as right then I wanted him to ravish me not treat me like a china doll. I reached up and grabbed the back of his head and crushed his lips to mine and opened my mouth to allow his tongue access. When that did not happen I forced my own tongue between his lips in invitation for him to accept it and suck on it. I heard a low moan as his lips parted and allowed me into his mouth. Our tongues danced with one another for a brief time and then he was reaching for the buttons on my blouse. I couldn't wait to feel his hands on my breasts and I reached down and pulled the blouse apart sending buttons sailing through the air. I figured that at some point I would regret that decision but it was not going to be tonight.
Before I knew it Alex had me fully in his arms and was carrying me towards our bedroom. He had not done that in years and just that small gesture had my juices flowing and I knew that my thong was soaked. Alex laid me on the bed and stepped back and began to remove his own clothes. In the interest of expediency, I took off my torn blouse and reached behind me to undo my bra clasp only to hear Alex tell me to leave it. "I want to do the honors of undressing you myself," he announced.
And so with a little groan, I forced myself to lie there and wait. And then I realized that the anticipation was really what was causing my juices to flow. I just prayed that Alex would know how to keep the tension building until every nerve in my body was on fire with desire.
Alex, now totally naked, joined me on the bed and began to unceremoniously disrobe me. I had thought from his desire to do it himself that he wanted to take his time and remove my clothing little by little building up to the main event. But instead, he just reached behind me, unhooked my bra and then pulled my skirt down and off my feet. He was almost dainty as he removed my juice soaked thong and tossed it to the floor. He then lay down beside me and took me in his arms and gently began to kiss my lips.
Again I had to force him to take my tongue into his mouth. This whole thing was beginning to become more trouble than it was worth and I felt my ardor start to die. In an effort to regain some of the lost momentum, I quickly switched positions so that I was lying with my head across his stomach and with his cock pointed straight at my face. I reached out and began stroking him and then I tugged it towards me and moved my head so that I could take him into my mouth. I had never cared much for fellatio but I wanted this night to be different than all the others. Much to my chagrin, I had no sooner started to pleasure him with my mouth than he reached down and pulled my head back up to him. He didn't even bother to kiss me on the lips. He just spread my legs and entered me. By now, I had lost all the desire I had built up and just lay there and allowed him to pump away. Oh, I made a good show of it by moaning and groaning and telling him how good it felt. But what I really felt was a relief when I felt his discharge hit the inside of my cunt walls and soon thereafter he pulled out and rolled off of me.
I managed to hold the tears back until I heard his breathing slow down and a gentle snore came to my ears. Then I crawled out of bed, threw on my dressing gown and went downstairs to the living room, turned on the television and cried my eyes out.
The week went by and I said nothing to Alex about my disappointment of what was supposed to be a special evening. But as hard as I tried I could not forget what I felt was a deep betrayal on his part.
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