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We were both quiet on the fifteen-minute drive home. What the hell do you say after a night like that? I glanced over at Karen in the passenger seat. I thought about what I’d learned about my wife after thirteen years… and what she’d learned about me.

At the same time, I was wondering what Karen was thinking about. Maybe that kiss? I had needed it from her; after she and Connor climbed in bed, Karen beside me, her lips on mine and her tongue inside my mouth were the reassurance I needed that we were okay. And then I felt Pauli’s lips around my cock.

I didn’t know if Karen knew, but her grip around me seemed to intensify…

ooOoo

“Honey, what are you thinking about?”

I looked over at Karen, who was intently watching me. “I guess right now, I’m thinking how beautiful my wife is and how lucky I am that I’m married to her,” I smiled back to her. She was, too, in her lavender dress. It had gapped open up to her bare thigh and her still hard nipples were poking through the thin, silky material.

Thankfully, the traffic was light on Sunday morning and we were still on a side street. When I came back to my senses, I realized I’d wandered over the yellow stripe. I instinctively glanced in my mirror, hoping that there weren’t any flashing blue lights behind us.

“I think you better just drive the rest of the way home,” Karen said, “I don’t really want to get stopped wearing this.”

Now it was my turn, “Bet you could get us out of the ticket, though… ‘sorry, officer, just a little distracted’,” I laughed, pushing her dress just a little higher on her thigh, getting my hand slapped away.

I turned left onto Highway 395, one of the main highways through Kennewick, where there actually was traffic, so had to pay attention to my driving instead of letting my mind wander… back to those lips that had encircled my shaft…

STOP IT! I scolded myself. I didn’t want to wake up with Karen and me in jail… or the morgue.

Thankfully, our house was just a few blocks off the highway. When we went around the corner with our house half a block away, I began to realize what a life-altering series of events had occurred since we’d driven out of that driveway about thirteen hours earlier.

Karen said she was going to change when we got in the house and I asked her if she wanted breakfast. Pauli and Connor were awake when we left and invited us to stay, but we told them we really needed to go. The goodbye kiss that both Karen and I got from our new friends left no doubt that they; and we, hoped that this night might happen again sometime. I know that, as mine and Pauli’s kiss deepened, it got harder and harder to leave her naked body and willing spirit.

Karen went to our bedroom to change and I started to work on eggs, hash browns, and bacon. We needed a little ‘normalcy’ in our lives about then. An ordinary breakfast in our own kitchen would be a start, at least.

Except that it reminded me of Karen fixing breakfast the day before; and my bewilderment when I got up, that she was acting like nothing out of the usual had happened between us Friday night – when I’d forced myself to tell her about Lush, Pauli and the strip-poker. God, had that only been Friday night? And this was Sunday morning! It seemed totally unbelievable that all this had happened in that short time.

I was at the stove when I smelled Karen’s perfume and felt her arms wrapping around me, her lips nuzzling my neck. “I love you, Robert Peterson.”

I turned around and took her in my arms; she looked up at me and we kissed. Our first kiss together since…

ooOoo

Connor had gotten up and announced, “I’m going to go fix a drink. Come on, you three, join me.”

I hadn’t wanted to join him. His girlfriend was in the process of sucking my cock hard all over again… and had succeeded beyond my wildest expectations, and my wife’s tongue was arm-wrestling with mine inside her mouth. Why would any guy want to leave that?

We did, though. Pauli’s lips slipped off me, then blew warm air on me, which felt cool with her wet saliva covering my dick, and my wife pulled away, smiling at me. “We better do as the man says,” she told me.

So the three of us, totally naked, all, climbed off the bed and followed Connor into the kitchen. I let the ladies go first, because, well – you figure out why, my now-hard cock bouncing up and down as I walked, taking in the view.

Connor was just opening another bottle of rum. I couldn’t believe that we’d drunk a whole bottle earlier. Maybe it wasn’t full to begin with. Couldn’t have been. The ice pitcher still had plenty ice, so he added ice to four clean glasses, then rum and ginger-ale… and a little more rum.

He handed out the glasses and we took a sip; some quite a lot larger sips than others. It tasted a lot better than I remembered that first drink tasting.

Then he took Karen’s away from her and said, “I think one Karen needs to be punished… for that rag you wore here.”

Karen’s eyes were wide and she stuttered, “I-I-I…”

Connor took her hand and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, pulling her down straddling across his lap, butt up, “I think you liked that little smack earlier, wench,” I was surprised, I didn’t know about any ‘smack’ earlier. What was that all about, I wondered?

I guess I wasn’t going to find out. Connor had raised his hand and brought it down hard on Karen’s bare butt. She jumped and whimpered, putting her hands behind her, trying to cover her butt. “Oh no, dearie, no hands allowed,” he told her, and then when he’d pushed them aside, another loud, hard smack.

“You like that? Want me to go on?”

Karen was whimpering, but nodded her head and squeaked out a tiny, “Yes.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I’d heard of and even written about sex-spanking, but never seen it and sure as hell never expected that my Karen would submit to it, much less ask for it!

Another smack and Karen squirmed on Connor’s lap, sniveling, not quite crying. “Two more… and then it’ll be your husband’s turn. Want me to stop?”

What? MY turn? No way, I couldn’t, not to my wife! Then Karen’s tiny voice, “No, please… don’t stop… I-I like it…”

My mouth must have dropped open. This I hadn’t expected in a quadrillion years, not that I’d expected anything else that had happened tonight, either. But this? No way!

Another smack and Karen’s sexy butt was turning bright red.

This time, there were tears falling from her eyes, but instead of asking him to stop, what I heard from her was, “Oh God, fuck me, Connor, please!”

“Not yet, all in good time,” he answered her. Then another loud smack, harder than any of the others and Karen nearly jumped off his lap, except for him holding her down.

“Ohh, God, I need you inside me so bad!” she said, squirming all over his lap.

Then Connor looked straight at me, “Your turn, one spank, then we’ll give her what she wants.” He rubbed Karen’s bottom, making her moan aloud, then asked her, “You want one from your husband?”

Karen, my wife, the woman I’d loved for the last thirteen-plus years, who I’d always (almost) made gentle love with, was laying across another man’s lap, her naked butt red, tears from her eyes, “No… yes… please… then fuck me! Please!”

Connor pushed Karen’s legs apart a little, then pressed two fingers inside her all the way to his knuckle, eliciting a loud moan and more writhing. I watched in fascination as he finger-fucked my wife, looking back at me, his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, “You heard the girl, she wants it. Do it, just once… but hard, hard as you can.”

God, I didn’t know if I could, how the hell could I? Then I heard Karen’s voice again, tears still falling from her eyes, “Please, honey, do what he says… please… hard!”

My eyes were on those fingers buried inside my wife, Connor’s hand moving around, muscles flexing. I was totally mesmerized with what I was seeing, his other arm was across her shoulder, holding her in place from her writhing around. “Think you’d better do it, she’s getting a little desperate.”

I got up off the chair I had been sitting on and knelt down beside her rubbing my hand over Karen’s bright red ass, just slightly brushing Connor’s hand with the fingers inside her, not thinking very clearly. The rum had taken a toll on my mind, I knew. But damn, I was so turned on by what was happening. I’d already come twice – huge orgasms, but I was as hard or harder than I ever remembered being. Connor’s fingers slipped out of her, just the tips still tickling inside her pussy lips. I raised my hand and brought it down on Karen’s butt – hard, like she’d asked for. And at the same time, Connor rammed his fingers back into her.

She groaned out and I was momentarily horrified at what I’d done to my wife. That is, until Connor looked at me and said, “Not a little pat on the butt, I said hard. She said hard.” His fingers had slipped back out and he’d added a third to teasing her. He looked down at her, “Karen?”

The tears were still falling and she was whimpering, but eked out a “Harder.”

This time, I did. All my strength onto my wife’s butt, all three of Connor’s fingers disappearing into her one more time. She let out a loud squeal that I was afraid would wake the neighbors, I wasn’t sure if from my spank or Connor’s fingers.

“Better,” he said, pulling his fingers out and helping her to sit up on his lap facing me. I saw the look on her face, not a look of pain, but pure lust, but with tear streaks falling down her cheeks. I was still on my knees right in front of my wife when Connor lifted her up a little and when I looked down… away from her face, I watched as he lowered her back down, impaling her with his long, fat cock.

Karen’s eyes were wide and blank as she groaned, feeling him inside her again, her mouth in a big ‘O’, trying to catch her breath when he slipped his three wet fingers in her mouth and she greedily sucked her juices off them. I watched intently as Karen’s tongue wrapped around his fingers, licking every bit of her dampness from them.

“Kiss her, she wants it,” I heard Connor say, from what appeared to be a long distance away.

He’d pulled his fingers out of her mouth and I replaced them with my lips. I couldn’t stop myself. I grasped one of Karen’s tits, pinching her nipple, and pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back, unlike any kiss we’d ever had before. Frantic, her tongue searching my mouth, trying to devour me. And then I felt it, her lips stiffen as Connor began to fuck her. I felt each one of his thrusts into her through her lips and her body’s stiffening, and the longer he fucked her, the more frantic her kissing became.

I felt it when he made her come, Karen’s body shuddering on Connor’s lap, her mouth tight to mine, lips tense and literally biting down on my lower lip. Then when Connor came inside her a moment later, her second orgasm was even stronger than the first.

ooOoo

That was the kiss I was remembering that morning… the last one we’d shared before that breakfast kiss. As our kiss grew, I was sure she was remembering it as well

ooOoo

When Karen released me and I hadn’t come but was breathing hard, I looked around the room and Pauli was sitting on top of the kitchen island, legs spread apart with her fingers deep inside her cunt. She was breathing hard and motioned for me to come to her. It didn’t take any more coaxing, getting up off my knees and driving my cock inside her.

Pauli leaned back on the counter and groaned, “Harder, fuck me!” wrapping her legs around my body.

I drove into her, over and over again, until I felt her cunt tighten around me and I couldn’t stop myself from exploding inside her, spurt after spurt, on and on.

When Pauli and I were finally done and able to move again, I was still inside her, her legs wrapped around my body, “Couch, carry me to the couch.”

I didn’t see Karen again that night, until the next morning when she came out of the bedroom, still naked. I’d heard her, though, Connor, too.

ooOoo

The eggs were done, I think they’d cooked themselves. Karen and I carried our food to the table.

That was the first I noticed what she was wearing, short, silky little shorts; like she used to wear right after we were married, that I hadn’t seen for probably ten years and a semi-sheer blouse that was a long-distant memory. There was no bra underneath it. I didn’t know that she still had either hidden away.

After we sat down, we ate just a little while, before Karen said, “That, umm, other thing, I never expected that to happen.”

I looked at her quizzically, no idea what she was talking about, “Other thing?”

Her face turned a shade of red, “The, uhh… spanking... I read your chapter in Sacramento, with Jonah and Adriana. I didn’t understand how she could let him. I guess I do now… a little. I still don’t understand… but it turned me on so much. And when he fucked me…” She covered her face with her hands, much like she had after I’d fingered her in front of Connor and Pauli. She has that little thing she often does, when she’s embarrassed, trying to hide her face, like a little kid playing peekaboo.

When she’d regained her composure a little, she took her hands away, “I liked it. It hurt, but… I still liked it. He’d spanked me once before then, did you know that?” When I shook my head no, she went on, “On the way to the bedroom that first time, we were behind you and Pauli and he swatted my bottom… hard. It stung, but felt good then, too.”

“I thought you would back out, call it off before we even started,” I told Karen, “I couldn’t believe it when you actually started dealing cards.”

“Oh, I wanted to! But she was so young and pretty. I wanted to show them both that us old people weren’t dead yet. Besides, I was so jealous knowing that you wanted to see her naked. I guess I wanted to shock you a little, too… and when Connor looked at me the way he did, I wanted him to want me the way I knew you did Pauli.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “Well, you shocked me! More than once. And there isn’t a man alive that wouldn’t have wanted you the way you looked.”

“I guess when I bought the dress that I didn’t think much about actually taking it off… you know, that it all had to come off at the same time. I was wishing I’d worn something more like what Pauli had, more pieces.”

“Well, I loved the dress. It didn’t go over my head that that was the dress Adriana had worn to her reunion. And it wasn’t hard to tell that Connor liked it, too. Ya picked good.” I stifled a giggle, “but that thing you wore to start with… that was so ugly!”

We both broke out laughing at that.

“Where did you even find that thing?”

“Amazing what you can find at Goodwill if you really look,” Karen giggled.

I couldn’t stifle my giggles, either, “Goodwill, huh, they pay you to get it out of the store?”

Karen frowned, “It wasn’t that bad! And no, it cost me three dollars… was marked down to half price.”

Should have paid her three dollars to take it, I thought. “Well, they ripped you off. And yes, it was that bad!”

We ate quietly for the next few minutes until something I’d wanted to ask her popped back in my mind. I looked over at her, “When you had to take off your panties or your dress, what were you thinking?”

Karen looked down at her plate of food, nearly gone by then, “I… wanted to quit, go home. I was panicking and almost told you we were leaving… then I thought of something Adriana had said in one of your stories, ‘eighty percent of women want to strip in public but are too afraid.’ Well, I realized I was in that eighty percent. I wanted to but didn’t think I could do it… until I saw how Connor was looking at me… like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And I knew I had to do it… for Connor… and myself.” Her face turned crimson again, “I was just glad that I had bought some sexy panties to take off.”

“And what about you, when you took your pants off… what were you thinking?” she asked me.

Now I was in a quandary, tell her what I was really thinking? Or make something up… which she’d know was a lie. At this point… “I just wanted to fuck Pauli.” And it was my turn for the red face, I was sure.

“I knew that. Know how jealous that made me?”

Okay, I’ll admit, what Karen had just said went over my head, thinking about what had come next, “And then I felt her lips on me…” I felt myself starting to get hard all over again, in spite of all the times I’d come in the last few hours

“It still makes me jealous, even thinking about her makes you hard… I think,“ she went on, “that we need to raise our own game. Actually, I thought that several times last night, that we need to spice up our own love life… a lot, apparently.”

“And how?” I started to ask her, “you have something in mind?” Hell, I was all for it. Was excited by the idea!

She laughed, “It’s not going to happen tonight, that’s for sure. I’m too sore… down there. But I think I’m going shopping, by myself, for some little surprises.”

She had my attention, that was for damn sure. But apparently, our soul-searching of the night before was over, at least temporarily, as Karen had gotten up and was carrying our dishes back to the kitchen.

After the dishes were done and the kitchen clean once again, Karen announced that she was going to go do some of that shopping she’d mentioned. I offered to go along, and she told me, “I think that’s the first time you’ve actually volunteered to go shopping with me. But no, this is a girl’s trip.” Then she added, “Wonder if Pauli’s up yet, maybe she’d like to go with me.” Karen looked at me, grinning, “Think she’d make a perfect shopping companion, don’t you?”

She picked up her phone and took it to the back bedroom where I couldn’t hear.

Going shopping with Pauli? What the hell kind of shopping trip was she talking about? I was thinking that for once, this might be a fun one to have gone with her.

A few minutes later, Karen came back in the room and told me, “She’ll be ready in half-an-hour.”

Then she disappeared back to our bedroom for the next twenty minutes, reappearing wearing the same clothes, red lipstick, hair brushed out long, just damned sexy. My eyes traveled up and down her body… still no bra… and I asked, “You’re going out… wearing that?”

She walked over to our full-height mirror, looking at herself, brushing her hands over her blouse and skirt, twisting back and forth and answered, “I kind of like it. You don’t?”

“Oh yeah!” I told her, “Just, you know, you haven’t worn anything like it for so long.”

She came over to me, gave me a short kiss on the lips and whispered, “Think that’s going to change, though,” and then was gone, leaving me totally speechless.

Maybe Karen and Pauli were able to go out after spending the night awake. Old age, I guess, but after Pauli and I had been awake nearly all the rest of the night, I was tired. She’s twenty-four, and I guess a lot more able to recover from a night of sex than I am. Pauli’s were the only tits I’d ever sucked other than Karen’s. Mmm! What an understatement. Of course, listening to Karen’s moans in the other room was a bit of a keep-awake distraction, too.

I slept for the next three hours and Karen wasn’t home yet when I woke up. The house was clean and the lawn mowed, so I decided to write a bit. When I opened my laptop and my ‘After the Reunion’ series, it felt different, because for the first time in my life I’d actually lived a night of what I had been writing about.

In the story, Matt was spending a week in Richland helping Susan get the new store ready for the grand opening, virtually living with Ginger, his pretty redhead girlfriend. I was struggling a bit with the couple falling in love with each other. I couldn’t help but stop and smile, realizing that now I could talk to Karen about helping me out of the quandary I’d gotten myself into. I couldn’t even begin to count the times I’d have loved to talk to her about the story, but was afraid how she’d react to the secret I’d been keeping from her all those years.

She and I had lived a pretty sedate love life after our first couple years together. Until last night, probably the most exciting night we’d had for a long, long time was that night a week ago when Karen had dressed up in that short, sexy, silver-metallic dress; we’d gone to the River Lounge and then the night after. Even that was inspired by Pauli, unbeknown to Karen.

I wondered what was going to be next for us. Real life wasn’t like Matt and Adriana or Robert and Michelle. Last night had been pretty damned unreal, but it wasn’t going to be repeated, in spite of the fact that Karen was out with Pauli. I couldn’t think very well and gave up writing, deciding to go for a drive, instead.

The only place I could think to look for Karen’s car was at the mall. I had no idea what I’d do if I found it. I hadn’t planned to go looking for it when I got in mine, it just sort of happened. Unfortunately, that mall is big. And the parking lot a lot bigger. It took probably a half-hour to drive up and down every row. And her car wasn’t there.

It wasn’t in front of Pauli’s house, either, so I drove home. You get three guesses where her car was. “Where were you?” she asked when I went inside.

“Just out driving,” I told her. I wasn’t about to admit that I’d been looking for her. “You find what you were looking for?”

She smiled, “Yeah, I think so.”

“You going to show me?” I asked, “have a good time with Pauli?”

“Maybe eventually, but not now, and yeah, we did. It was fun. She’s fun… but right now,” she told me, “I’m tired. Going to take a nap.”

Later that night, it seemed like our lives had returned to normal. After Karen was up from her nap, we went to McDonald’s and splurged on dinner, then home, watched a little TV and to bed, pretty much like our Sunday evenings for the last umpteen years.

Monday morning, though, was different. Karen showered for work like she always does, but that was the end of ‘normal’. She came out of the bathroom wearing a red thong and matching skimpy, sheer bra. Things she’s never worn. Not… ever! I followed her back in the bathroom to take my own shower, watching her out of the corner of my eyes putting on her makeup while I was getting ready to shower. I don't think she'd ever paid quite this much attention to makeup before, either.

After my shower, I went in the other bathroom to shave and brush my teeth while Karen was monopolizing our sink. Karen’s underwear had made my cock expand and when I went back in our bedroom, even more. She was slipping a red dress down over her almost naked body, about three or four inches above her knees, but tight, showing her figure. And with that thong and sheer bra underneath it…!

“I have a client meeting today, probably all day,” Karen told me, “a new client from Moses Lake.”

An explanation is in order here. Karen works at an advertising firm, ‘JHP Media and Advertising’. And yes, the ‘P’ in the name is her, Peterson. She’s an account executive, making about triple the money I do. She typically leads the initial ad-design meetings with clients, determining their needs and going over different ad design suggestions.

She has always dressed professionally; attractive, but never ‘sexy’. It was making me hot, thinking what her new client would think, not to even mention that her co-workers were predominately men. The fact that a woman as young as her has the confidence of her firm as she does, is a testament to her intelligence and creativity. I’m so damn proud of her!

And now I’m watching her, slipping heels on her stocking-clad feet, confident in her sexuality as well. It makes her even sexier! It excites me, imagining how the client will be drooling over her while she dazzles them with brilliance.

“This going to be your new persona at work?” I asked her, referring to her sexy appearance.

“I like it, you? Makes me feel sexy.”

It should!

I was distracted a lot at work thinking about Karen and her new client during the day, remembering that thong and almost not-there bra under her short dress, not quite as bad as my zombie-time from last week, but certainly enough to be sidetracking. I was glad the project I was working on wasn’t anything particularly challenging, a new Walmart store. They’ve built enough of those that building code compliance isn’t much of an issue.

Karen called me about three and said she’d be late getting home, anticipating about seven. So when I got home, I thawed some chicken thighs in the microwave and put them in the pellet grill. It makes the best barbecue chicken ever!

She was home about a quarter after seven and still looked spectacular, although tired. We had a simple dinner; the chicken thighs, corn on the cob and sliced, grilled potatoes. Karen complimented me how good the meal was and told me a little about her day; it’s a start-up cookware manufacturing company that wanted Facebook, YouTube, and Google ads. “We spent the day brainstorming ideas and sketching, getting some good plans for our final artists.”

“The owner’s about a forty-year-old guy that’s really good looking and I was so wet all day, wearing this… I loved it!”

I thought about that. I know what either Robert or Matt in my stories would be thinking – encourage her, see if she’d lead the guy on, seduce him and eventually get him in her bed, preferably with hubby watching. That thought had my cock stiffening, but no, not gonna happen! Yeah, I enjoyed Saturday, but the real-life me ain’t Matt or Robert! A little mild flirting and seduction is one thing, but more… nah.

After dinner, Karen asked me to clean up while she changed. I was actually a little disappointed (a lot?) I’d kind of wanted to watch her undress… maybe even help. Instead, I put leftovers away, loaded the dishwasher and washed off counters and the table, leaving the kitchen and dining room good as new, then turned on the TV, waiting for Karen. Later, I heard her from the bedroom, “Hon, can you come here, please? I need your help.”

I got up, wondering what was in the top of the closet that she needed down. When I opened the door, I stopped, looking, shocked and speechless, at the center of our bed. There was my wife, naked except for the thong, a blindfold over her eyes and four sets of fur-covered handcuffs and straps.

Once the blood came back into my head, at least the limited blood that was left over from that in my lower extremity, I walked around the bed, not saying anything, wondering how best to take advantage of the situation that had been presented to me.

I’d written about situations similar to this, with Matt and Adriana and I think with Robert and Michelle a long time ago, but that was fiction; this was my real wife, not make-believe.

Karen was laying on her back, like I said, naked except the tiny little thong she’d put on that morning. I sat down beside her and ran my hand up the inside of her leg. She’d shaved Saturday and, since then, the only time I’d felt her pussy was those few seconds during the strip poker game. I ran my hand up and down her thigh, teasing both of us, bringing it a little closer each time. Karen’s body was reacting, squirming, her legs spread apart. I’d never seen my wife in a thong and I liked it, especially knowing that’s what she’d worn all day under a short skirt, the people she was with having no idea.

I must have teased us for a minute or two. I’ve written several times about time and how it loses meaning; how in the right circumstances, you can’t tell a minute from half-an-hour. But I’d never experienced it, at least not like this.

I remembered the handcuffs she’d laid on the bed. Obviously, Karen wanted them used, so I got up, leaving her writhing, wanting my hand to move that extra inch to her thong-covered pussy. I went around the other side of the bed, picked up one of the handcuffs and fastened it around Karen’s left wrist, then the strap to the corner bedpost and the other end of the handcuff, pulling the strap tight; then the same on the other side of the bed, making sure it was nice and tight so she wouldn’t be able to move.

Karen didn’t object, not that it would have mattered, because now I was in charge. And I wanted to savor this, so far in our lives, a once-in-a-lifetime situation. Object? Heck, she was making little cooing sounds, like she was loving what was happening. Heck, I thought, maybe I’ll even write about this sometime.

Then I had another thought, something, I joked to myself that was quite rare. We have a foam cushion, thick, probably a foot, lots thicker than a pillow. I don’t remember what we bought it for or, for that matter, even where it was. But I wanted it. I left my goddess, handcuffed and squirming on the bed, and went in search of the cushion. I thought maybe it was on a shelf in the garage and I was right. I could see it, but not reach it. I found the step-stool, climbed to the top step and carefully moved the stuff off the cushion so I could get it down, thinking it’d be just my luck to fall and break a leg, unable to move while Karen is handcuffed to the bed.

It could be a long night waiting for someone to wonder why neither of us were at work tomorrow and finally discovering us. Maybe a bit embarrassing for her, too. Yeah, I know, I’d still be able to crawl, but it was still a gruesome thought.

Not gruesome enough, though, to keep me from getting the damn cushion down!

I dusted my prize off, took it in the house and found a sheet in the hall closet to wrap around the dirty thing. It was way too big for a pillowcase.

Karen was still right there, laying quietly, arms spread-eagled on the bed when I went back in the bedroom. I was sure I could smell girl-odor, I’d noticed it before a few times when Karen was really turned on from our lovemaking. Like, I’m sure, she could likely smell my pre-cum on some of those times when she’d gotten me overly excited. And there had been a few times, but I didn’t think quite like this. And not for a long time, discounting Saturday, of course.

She jumped when I touched her bottom, as I’d tried to be quiet entering the room. “Push your bottom up, I have something for you,” I told her. She propped her legs under her as best she could and pushed up, probably expecting a pillow. “Little higher,” I told her, then, “more… more…” with her leg muscles straining, I finally managed to squeeze the cushion underneath her butt, up far enough to give me clear access to between her legs.

“It’s too high, this isn’t comfortable,” she complained.

I had my plans. “It’ll only be a little while, just relax.” I thought that in a bit she likely wouldn’t mind so much, anyway.

But first, the rest of the cuffs. When I’d done the first ones, I’d noticed that the others were much bigger, like made for ankles instead of wrists. I clipped them on, like I had on her arms and made sure all were pulled tight so that Karen was totally spread-eagled on the bed, with her butt over a foot off the bed and unable to move.

When I stood back to admire my handiwork… and my sexy woman, I realized that something was definitely wrong. She still had the thong on. How in hell was I going to get it off with her legs spread like they were.

“Oops,” I told her, “think we forgot something.”

I know, ‘we’ was a bit of a misnomer, but nothing wrong with spreading blame when you can. And the way Karen was tied down, I could.

Nothing to do but undo, then redo. Slipping that thong down her legs, uncovering the real ‘prize’ was fun. The tiny, little triangle over her pussy was sheer satin, not hiding anything, everything else was nothing but string. No damned wonder she said she’d been horny all day.

Her pussy was wet, her thong was wet, and when I slipped my hand underneath it the first time, my hand was wet. Ahh, but her bare skin felt so good. I couldn’t resist myself running a couple fingers just inside her pussy lips, getting a loud moan for my efforts. “Little less uncomfortable, sweet?”

“Uhuh,” was all the answer I got.

And I savored pulling it down off her smooth, sexy legs, then redid the cuffs, spreading her legs wide apart.

I don’t know why, I guess I just wanted to make her suffer a bit, kind of sweet agony, I hoped. I checked her blindfold, making sure it was tight, then spent a little time sucking on her titties and ran my hand over her smooth pussy lips, just inside them. God, she felt good and what I had planned was going to be hard to do, but I was, anyway.

Once I had Karen groaning to my satisfaction, I stood up and tiptoed out of the room, being careful to not make any sound at all. I wondered about some of the things Matt had done to Addie, what it’d be like in real life to torment a woman sexually.

So I just sat and waited… and waited… and waited. I wondered what it was really like, not knowing, being blindfolded. I guess that in reality, it should have been the other way around. I’m the one who threw the wrench in Karen’s life, who shocked her with my Lush admission, brought Pauli into our life and so on. But, damn, she’d seemed to enjoy it the consequences every bit as much as me – maybe even more. I think she and Connor fucked way more than Pauli and me. Of course, he’s ten-twelve years younger so a lot more… virile. Maybe recuperative is the word I’m looking for.

I hoped she’d enjoy what I had planned, maybe even the torment of having to wait, building up her yearning. I know for damn sure that I was, just thinking about it. My cock was so damned hard!

But at least I knew what was coming or at least that I could control it. Karen didn’t know what, when, or anything. That had to be a torment. I thought about taking my clothes off, but knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to control myself so just took off my shirt, shoes, and socks, leaving my pants with the flagpole in the front.

Speaking of torment, I couldn’t take my own any longer. I got up and snuck back in the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, looking at my Karen. I reached out, touching her inner thigh just inches from her slit that I so desperately wanted. Like before, Karen jumped, moaning in her frustration. I’d never seen my wife quite like this.

I carefully leaned over, trying hard to not give myself away until the last instant and touched my tongue to her pussy. That brought a loud groan from Karen, then my lips were kissing her there, tasting her and feeling her bare smoothness for the first time on my lips. Ahh, it was a damned good thing I hadn’t taken my pants off. I know I’d have been inside her in an instant if I had.

As it was, I let my tongue do the work, pressing as deep inside her as I could, my lips moving up, finding her little nubbin and sucking it in. Karen’s hips were bucking as much as her restraints would allow and I backed off just enough to admonish her, “Don’t come, I’ll have to punish you if you do,” then dug back in, enjoying her sweet, sexy, tanginess… and especially enjoying her groans of pleasure, jerking her arms and legs at the cuffs… that she’d bought and laid out for me to use.

I ground my lips and my tongue into her core as deep as they could get, paying special attention to her little nubbin of a clit, trying hard to force an orgasm out of her… then stopping just when it was, from past experience, on the verge of being imminent.

“Oh God, you bastard, don’t stop… please…” she begged. Maybe I should have done like, I don’t remember who bought the ball-gag, Matt or Adriana. Something that when I wrote it, never contemplated I’d ever want for my Karen. But now…

But I didn’t have one so had to listen to Karen’s expletives at my stopping when I did. And you know damn good and well that I enjoyed listening to every one!

I waited for her to quiet down from her ranting and asked her, “Did Connor taste you there?” She nodded and I went on, “You like it?” Another nod, a vigorous nod.

“Good, Pauli seemed to like it, too… so did I!” I told her.

What I mentioned earlier in the day, about not being Matt or Robert and not wanting another guy to fuck my wife – that was out the window at that moment. I’d have loved for her new client she’d been with all day in that sexy dress and nearly non-existent undies to be there and watch him strip them off her and fuck her… right before I did! It’s a pretty safe bet that he’d thought about it during the day.

“I’m going to let your arms and legs loose. Want you to roll over, should be more comfortable. You won’t hit me or anything, will you?”

Karen grunted out a ‘no’ and I wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not. She didn’t seem the least bit sedate. But before I did, I kissed her, long and deep, letting her taste herself on my lips, rolling a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Then I couldn’t resist giving little more attention to those tits while I had the chance, sucking first one, then the other in my mouth; rolling her nipples between my lips and sucking them in deep, my hand enjoying the soft dampness of her pussy at the same time.

What I’d thought about a moment earlier… I couldn’t help but ask her, “Bet you thought about your client doing this to you, didn’t you?”

I waited and she finally nodded that she had.

“Say it, did you want him to fuck you?”

She hesitated and I pressed two fingers against her pussy and bit down gently on a nipple, “Answer me.”

It finally burst out of her, “Yes, dammit, I was so horny! I wanted him!”

“To fuck you?”

“… wanted him to fuck me!”

“Naughty girl!” I told her, then proceeded to unlock the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.

“Roll over,” I said when she was free. She spent a moment rubbing her wrists and flexing her legs before she did what I told her. While she struggled to roll over on her tummy across the cushion, I slipped my pants and underpants down, letting my hard cock jump out of its confinement.

Once she was comfortably laying across the cushion and it was situated where I wanted, I told her to stretch her arms and legs out again and refastened the cuffs, stretching the straps tight. I know what she was anticipating, but I wasn’t quite ready to give it to her just yet.

I sat beside her and ran my hand over her sexy butt, much like I’d watched Connor do Saturday night.

“You wanted to fuck a stranger,” and raised my hand and forced it back down in a hard slap against Karen’s bare bottom.

She jerked in surprise with a loud ‘Ow!’

“I didn’t know that you’d like this…” a second hard smack.

“… or that I would, too,” a third, harder.

Karen’s butt was starting to get red and she’d begun to whimper, whether it was in pain or lust, I wasn’t sure. Probably both.

“You…” smack, “tried…” smack, “to…” smack, My hand stung! “seduce…” smack, “a stranger…” smack – hard!

I couldn’t take this any longer. I climbed up on the bed behind my wife and rammed my cock inside her. Karen’s head jerked up and she let out a long, low wail. I held her hips and fucked in and out of her.

“Just… never… “ fucking in and out between every word, “go… further…” sweat coming off my brow, Karen moaning at her full volume, “without me…” and exploded inside her, not believing the last two words that had come out of my mouth!

Karen’s body, too, began shuddering in her orgasm, the two of us climaxing and screaming together in one incredible, ongoing moment of the most unbelievable bliss I’d ever experienced. From Karen’s reaction and her slick, sweaty body, her too.

I rolled off Karen, laying flat on my back beside her, trying to catch my breath from my orgasm.

“I… can’t believe I said that,” I told her.

“It’s okay,” she told me, “I know you didn’t mean it.” Except, I wasn’t so sure that I didn’t. In fact, I was pretty damn sure that I had. Maybe later would be different, but right then, I meant every word.

Karen turned her head toward me, the blindfold still over her eyes, arms and legs still cuffed to the bed, and smiled, “Maybe this would be a good time to tell you… I invited Pauli and Connor to dinner Saturday night.”