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
everyday 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 bent 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 by 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 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
down stairs 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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