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BimboTech: XY
by Jack Andrews
Chapter 2
I showered and cleaned myself up after the amazing encounter with
Tittiefuck. I exited the bedroom suite and found myself back in the
lobby. Tittie was once again at the reception desk and didn't outwardly
show any recognition of what physical pleasures we'd shared just 20
minutes earlier.
"Bye!" she sang in a sing-songy voice. It hit me on several levels like
just about everything that afternoon. On one hand, it was hotter than
fuck that she didn't seem to remember what happened. On the other, I did
give her some of my best work.
I only waited a few seconds for the elevator to arrive. The elderly
elevator operator seemed very surprised to see me.
"Sir?"
"Hello again."
"But, sir? You're still you."
"Who else would I be," I smiled. "Ground floor please."
He seemed to compose himself, yet he couldn't quite get his eyes to
return to normal size. I assumed that he rarely, if ever, saw someone
descend in the same form that they ascended in.
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I dropped my keys on the table that we kept at the door for just that
purpose. "Hey sweetie, I'm back," I call out as I headed into the
kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. As I opened it,
Alicia walked in.
She came up to me and gave me a kiss. "How'd it go?"
"I'm pretty sure it's going to happen."
I could see the arousal in her deep brown eyes. "That's awesome."
"I know."
Alicia was my wife of seven years and was a vision. She stands right
between five-eight and five-nine. I'm never sure if her body more
beautiful than her face or vice versa. Big brown eyes, the most kissable
puckered cherry lips I've ever seen and D cups that fit her body in
generous perfection, along with her legs and her ass. But that's only
the half of it: She's the smartest person I know and is kinkier than I
thought another person could be. We have a very active and exciting sex
life.
I took a long drink from the bottle. "Everything seemed to go as we
planned."
"All the legwork worked?"
"Yup. One little thing..."
"What?"
"I fucked the bimbo receptionist."
"Oh really?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. Our relationship was
such that this was allowed, for each of us, on occasion.
"I couldn't pass it up. Get this: her name was Tittiefuck. And it was
easy to tell what they'd done to her. Just as we were getting to it, I
could tell that she knew what had been done to her."
Alicia came up to me and hugged tightly as she kissed me. Hard. Her
tongue aggressively pushing and tasting mine. I felt her nipples engorge
against my chest. She whispered in my ear. "Do you know how wet you just
made me?"
"I have a pretty good idea."
I cupped her perfect tits through her t-shirt as she squeezed my rock-
hard cock and kissed me again. "Yeah, I think you do. We're going
upstairs and you're going to show me everything you did with that
bimbo."
"I love you."
"I know. Now get your ass moving if you ever want to feel my tits
again," she said with a snark.
"Like you could stay away from me."
"Not the point," she said as she smiled. "Now move." And she playfully
smacked my ass.
"Yes dear," I mocked her as I put the beer down. She took my hand. We
walked out of the kitchen into the hallway and down the hall. We passed
the dining room and made a left into our front living room. Alicia led
the way up the stairs. Just before we began to climb, she let go of my
hand and decided to hold something else. She snaked her hand into my
pants and wrapped it around my hard cock. I, of course, didn't mind at
all. The sensation of her hand, coupled with the movement of walking and
the thought of what was going to be happening to me in the near future
kept me as hard as an iron bar.
We continued down the hallway, me being led literally by my wife's hand,
until we reached the back of our house. Alicia removed her hand and we
stepped into my office.
I went to the wall next to the built in bookshelf and lifted the cover
off of what was the thermostat. Under the thermostat was a keypad. I
went to key in my code and Alicia stopped me.
"You're mine," she said with an mistakable hunger.
As I said, we have a very active and exciting sex life and we also have
a reasonable active social life, one that includes a fair bit of in-home
entertaining. As such, we created a place to explore some of the less
socially acceptable parts of our aforementioned sex life.
She closed the cover and the bookshelf slid open to reveal an opening. I
know having a secret room behind a bookshelf is such a clich?©...and
that's exactly why we did it. As Alicia and I entered the opening, I
reached out to my right and pressed a plate on the wall.
The room immediately lit up with indirect recessed lighting surrounding
the moderately large room. The light showed many, many things. A wall
with a pegboard stood across from the entrance. The pegboard contained
what would seem to the casual viewer (not that any casual viewer ever
played in our room) to contain nearly every kind of sensation device and
restraint known to man and woman: spindle wheels, whips, pieces of
fabric, a violet wand, ball gag, eye clamps, Jennings clamps and much
more. There was also an area had a variety of what looked like
futuristic medical devices instead of bondage equipment.
The left of the room contained a full standing wardrobe as well as
shelves. Lots of leather, latex, rubber and spandex hung from the racks.
Shoes and wigs were all neatly arranged near the lighted two-seater
vanity area. The right side of the room mainly consisted of closed
drawers which did not belay the secret of what they contained.
Two seating platforms were connected to the floor on a recessed circular
track, complete with connection to a device with a few masks and lot of
tubes was the in the center of the room. They could be moved together or
independently and made as a table or a chair. The room also had variety
of flat video monitors around the room, some mounted, some movable. One
of the platforms was currently configured as a table. The other one was
setup like a dentist's chair, complete with arm, leg and headrests. Both
had quite a few restraints attached to them. We didn't spare any expense
in creating our secret playroom.
Next to the vanity was a command desk, which was the place for the
computer system that ran much of the equipment. Alicia walked over the
the command desk and picked up an iPad-like device and spoke into it.
"Alicia, authorization Alicia-command voiceprint gold. All lock out,
security system emergency override only."
I gulped in excited anticipation knowing that that command meant Alicia
and only Alicia had total control of the entire room, unless the
security system noticed an emergency situation.
Alicia turned to me with mischief in her deep brown eyes. "Are you
ready, baby?"
I took her in my arms and asked, "What'd you have mind?"
She kissed me hard and smiled. "Strip."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I teased expecting her to
tell me no, but instead, she simply smiled and started taking her
clothes off. She pulled her shirt over her head to expose her mouth-
watering satin bra-encased D cups which display the upper portion of her
breasts very enticingly.
"Now you," she breathed.
I pulled off my shirt and she let out a low wolf whistle. I grinned,
grabbed her against me and started to kiss her. She responded in kind,
but only let me caress her tits for a moment before she pushed me away.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting you hot for the main event. No more touching. Take off all of
your clothes if you want any of me tonight," she said as she cupped her
breasts at me. Even after all these years of marriage, my breath still
caught in my throat as I saw how she was offering herself to me. I faked
a pout and rapidly got naked.
She completed her stripping until all she had on was her sexy bra and
panties. She told me to take a seat. I thought about asking about a bed,
but since she led me in here, I knew sex in a bed was not exactly what
she had in mind. I didn't really care. Between the earlier information I
received from BimboTech, the encounter with Tittiefuck and my hot-as-
hell wife teasing the hell out of me, I was turned on as much as I ever
was. I decided to sit in the chair.
"Are you sure you want to sit there?" she asked.
"Sure. Why?"
"No reason, honey. Hands and legs on the rests. And close your eyes."
I did as she asked. I felt her moving around the room and through my
closed eyes, I realized she'd dimmed the lights considerably.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yeah."
I felt her next to me. Her hot breath on my face, in my ear. She drew
her hands across my bare chest and tweaked my nipples. I took in a sharp
breath.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Yes."
I felt her climb on top of me and press her body into mine.
"You'd like it better if they were nipples like mine. Sensitive nipples
on top of big, heavy, perky and sensitive tits. Right?"
I felt a shudder go through me and in one motion she'd strapped a mask
tightly over my face. In my surprise, I took another sharp breath, but
this one wasn't air. I could feel the lightheadedness almost instantly.
"That's better, wouldn't you say, sweetheart?"
I opened my eyes reflexively and sort of stared at her and through her,
slightly disconnected. "Uh-huh."
"Good. Breathe some more."
I did as I was told and felt like I was beginning to float away. It was
such a content feeling. Alicia's hands and body began to caress me all
over. Whatever I was breathing enhanced my sensations and seriously
dulled my thoughts. I didn't mention that Alicia is a doctor. With her
comprehensive medical knowledge, we were able to edge play with many
different types of drugs, but this was something I've never had before.
"Wuh am I breethiinng?"
"Awww, baby, is it tough to form words? That's too bad. It's something
special."
"Spechiial," I repeated, and didn't even realize she'd gotten off me and
secured my arms and legs to the chair. Alicia grabbed one of the
monitors that was mounted on an articulated arm and placed it about 2
feet from my face. Moments later it displayed a combination of abstract
images, incredibly sexy and busty women as well as some readable and
knowing Alicia, probably some subliminal messages as well. I immediately
fixated on the women and didn't want to look away.
"That's right honey, just keep looking at your girls. Don't pay
attention to me moving around the room, just watch the pretty pictures,
breathe deeply and listen to me."
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I had no idea how much time had passed, but I felt Alicia's breath in my
ear. While I knew she was speaking to me, I had no idea what she was
saying. I only cared about breathing in whatever it was she gave me and
looking at the gorgeous women on the screen. I tried to move, but felt
my hands restrained. It didn't bother me. Everything just felt good the
way it was. I noticed the flavor of whatever I was breathing changed and
with that the screen was somehow moving away from my view and was
replaced by Alicia in a skin-tight latex catsuit that highlighted her D
cups and made them seem much larger. "Hiiiiiii."
"Hi sleepyhead. You feel really good, don't you?"
"Uh-huh," I answered from under what seemed to be 50 feet of molasses.
It was not an unpleasant feeling. Alicia reached over to me and removed
the mask from my face.
"Do you remember anything?"
"The pretty girls. My hot wife."
"That's one way to look at it," she purred as she ran her hands all over
my restrained body. "Do you like how that feels?"
"Yessshh," I moaned.
Alicia continued to tease me in my drugged and restrained state. She
played with my nipples, my chest, my stomach, my ears, legs and just
about anything and everything except my cock. Which felt harder than
ever. She continually got closer and closer to me began to greedily kiss
me. Whatever she'd given me made my lips feel like they were going to
orgasm; they were that sensitive. While she continued her long deep
kisses, along with her stroking my body, she straddled me in a single
motion and impaled herself on my rock-hard cock through an evidently
unseen opening in her catsuit.
"Alllllicia," I moaned.
She began to ride me and it felt well beyond divine. Her nipples were
hard as my cock and visible along with her very perky and prominent
breasts through the latex. I couldn't take my eyes off them until she
gently placed her hand under my chin to lift my eyes to her eyes, all
without changing her rhythm. She leaned down and once again kissed me
hard. All parts of my body wanted to explode. Our tongues danced
violently as she continued her onslaught. I struggled against my
restraints and suddenly my arms were free. They went around her back and
I pulled her onto me even more and then my hands began to roam all over
her.
"You like that, baby?"
I couldn't respond. She was clearly enjoying it as much as me, just not
with the boost of whatever I'd been given. This went on for an
indeterminate amount of time, but I was pretty sure she hadn't come just
yet. She sat up so she was literally sitting on my cock when she
released me arms from their restraints and gently took my hands. She
placed them directly on her tits. Heaven. For both of us. It took her
breath away and mine as well. Her motions got faster and faster. Only my
hands were free, so there wasn't much I could contribute, but that
didn't matter. I played with her tits like there was no tomorrow.
"I love you...Monique."
My world imploded and suddenly I felt as if I was riding her. It made no
sense, but I could feel my hands on my tits as I was riding myself. My
head swam, I screamed a long string of unintelligible nonsense and my
tits felt as if someone plugged them into an electrical outlet. I felt
my pussy clamp down hard on my cock and nothing made any sense. There
was only the weight of Alicia on top of me and pleasure. Hot, sweaty
all-encompassing pleasure. I saw Alicia in the throes of my orgasm and
saw my hands on her chest on my tits.
Logic had clearly ceased.
There was only Alicia, me and Pleasure.
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