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She continued to gently stroke my cheek and said to me in a loving tone,
"Don't worry, Baby. I love you just as much as ever."
It was if she could read my mind. My body slumped a bit with relief.
"This is all a game...one that you need. Of course, I want my beautiful
husband to have what he needs: what makes him happy."
"And, to be honest...well, I'm having some fun myself too," she added.
"'Expanding my horizons,' shall we say?"
"This is good," I thought to myself, still catching my breath and
regaining my senses. "This is sounding good," I repeated silently.
"I'm glad to hear that, Sweetheart," I said to her between heavy breaths.
"I...," started to say.
"Shhhhhh," she interrupted me. "Hush now, Baby...and relax. I know what
to do...what you need," she continued to cajole me.
As she was saying this, her hand dropped from my cheek and started to
untie my right hand.
She then walked around behind the bench as if to untie the other hand;
but, she paused behind my head and started to unfasten the constraint
holding the panties in my mouth.
"Here, let's get these out," pulling the soaked nylon garment from my
mouth.
I watched in the mirror in front of me as she unfolded the panties above
my head and gave the crotch a quick examination. She looked up, catching
my own eyes in the mirror. She held my gaze, "Sucked them dry did you?"
"Hmmm...someone was thirsty!" she laughed to herself, tossing the panties
to the side.
Still holding my gaze in the mirror, she then kneeled on the bench behind
me, her thigh resting against my back. She rested her chin gently on top
of my head and placed her hands on my shoulders.
"I said to relax, Sweetheart," raising herself up by pressing down onto my
shoulders. This, of course, pressed me down further onto the dildo.
"That's it, Sweety," she purred. "Just sit and relax."
And she raised up until virtually all her weight was on my shoulders.
My thighs - already exhausted - completely gave way at this point and I
was fully impaled upon the giant rubber cock.
"Here...let's help with this," referring to left wrist, now cruelly
twisted via its attachment to the barbell of the Smith machine.
"Thank you," I said, naturally assuming she was about to untie my left
wrist as she had just done with the right. Instead, she twisted the bar
and raised it to lock into a new, higher position such that my arm was
suspended above my head in relative comfort.
"Yes, I know just what you need, Baby," as she relaxed back onto her knee,
taking the extra weight off of me.
"You need relief," she whispered into my ear.
Not giving me a chance to even think about lifting myself from the cock I
was impaled upon, she pulled back on my shoulders, forcing me to arch my
back. As I did this, I felt the pressure against my prostate.
Involuntarily, I humped...just a tiny amount...but, I humped just enough
to feel that pressure slide against my 'special spot.' And, just enough
for her to notice.
"See," she said in a mock understanding voice. "You're still all worked
up!"
"You need relief," she said...then added, "Don't you, Baby?" whispering in
my ear again.
I tried to sit up, but she kept enough pressure on my shoulders to keep me
pulled back, my one suspended arm now fully extended.
I had no strength (or will) to resist.
"Now...my little sissy...reach into those panties and rub that little clit
of yours until it makes a mess in them. I want to see your pretty panties
full of cum," she said.
"And, that's what you want too," she added.
"Feel that cock in you...feel it...and, love it," she said. "You know you
do. You know you love the feel of that cock deep inside you...inside your
ass...inside your," she hesitated, then leaned in close until her lips
were touching my ear. "Inside your pussy," she cooed.
I was beyond needing any coaching at this point; I had reached inside the
right leg of the panties and was already furiously pumping my throbbing
cock against the nylon fabric.
"That's it," she encouraged me. "Rub that clit of yours...rub it until it
spurts into your panties like a good little sissy with a big cock in her
ass."
And, that was enough. I don't know where they came from; however, those
few words were all I needed to hear. I exploded into those panties like
never before. I came hard, long, and with greater volume than ever
before.
"Good girl," she soothed as I begin to come down from my euphoria.
"'Girl,' 'clit,' 'sissy'...where was all this coming from?" I wondered to
myself somewhere in the back of my now very foggy mind.
She quickly unfastened my left hand and, no longer constrained, I
naturally collapsed onto the bench into a supine position.
Knowing I would soon regather my wits, she moved quickly and adeptly.
Never letting go of my left hand, she quickly reattached it to the side of
the bench. Still reeling from the entire ordeal, I barely noticed as she
circled the bench, picking up my right hand and attaching it as well to
that side of the bench.
I blinked my eyes and waved my head back and forth a few times, bringing
myself back to reality.
R E A L I T Y !
"Oh my gosh!" I thought to myself. "What a reality it is!"
I was tied to a bench wearing nothing but a pair of cum-filled panties.
And, since my legs were already secured in place at the ankles, my ass had
remained virtually in the same spot when I collapsed onto my back, thereby
leaving a (now somewhat bent) dildo up my ass.
Shame, guilt, and humiliation poured over me like hot, wet oil. I was
drowning in it and needed to get out...immediately.
"Okay, you can untie me now," I told my wife who was now standing beside
me, staring down, hands on hips, smirk on her face.
"Uh, Sweetheart, I need to get out of this stuff," I encouraged her.
"You are a man! Men don't wear panties! Men don't get fucked with
dildos," I told myself. You have to get out of this situation...get back
into control.
The fantasy was well over now that I had ejaculated.
"You cannot be like this in front of your wife!" I exclaimed inside my own
head. "Remain calm, this is still a manageable situation," I assured
myself.
"Seriously, honey," I said as nonchalantly as I could manage. "You can
untie me now."
She simply stood there...didn't move a muscle, staring me with that same
smirk on her face.
"Untie you??" she repeated my request mockingly. "Untie you???"
"Surely you jest," she taunted.
Then, taking a more serious yet mocking tone, "You have not had your
fantasy yet."
"We would not want to stop now," she asked. "Would we?" Now in a very
mocking tone.
"No, no, no, no, no...," she said. "This is just the appetizer. The main
course is yet to start."
"Let's see," she tapped her chin. "How does it go?"
"Oh yes," she pretended to recall something she had forgotten. "I get all
dolled up and then go find a gorgeous hunk of a man and let him fuck me
for all he is worth. Afterwards, I will come home and YOU will suck his
cum from my well-satisfied pussy."
"That's how it goes?" she asked. "Right?"
I simply stared at her like a deer in headlights, not daring to utter a
word.
"RIGHT?!?" she shouted.
"Er...uh...yes...right," I managed to mumble.
Good," she replied. "I am glad that's settled."
Apparently, that was that...discussion over. The situation was not in any
way 'manageable.'
"Oh, and speaking of appetizers," she said in a suddenly pleasant and
playful voice. "Let's take care of this mess you made in your panties."
As she said this, she carefully kneeled onto the floor beside the bench.
With one hand, she lifted the elastic of the panties I was now
(regrettably) wearing and with the other she produced the wooden spoon
with which she had beat me earlier.
She scraped the spoon across my stomach so that it was nearly full of my
cum, then raised it up to just below my chin.
"Open up," she commanded.
Lying there in utter shame and humiliation, I just shook my head. I had
come and no longer wanted any part of this. In my own mind, I wanted to
pretend none of it had happened at all...certainly not in front of her. The
worst of it was: she knew that!
Grabbing one of my nipples and twisting it with all her might, she
repeated, "I said...open the fuck up!"
"Or, I can just pour it in your eyes," she proffered. "I've heard that
really stings."
Slowly but surely, I tentatively began to open my mouth.
"Wider..." she encouraged.
I opened my mouth a bit more and - before I knew what had happened - she
shoved the spoon into it; flipped it over; and scrapped the contents off
onto my tongue.
"Come on, there's more," she said. "Lord knows you never came this much
when we fucked," she muttered to herself as she scrapped up a second
helping. "Now, come on, let's get it all...we both know you secretly want
it."
"You know you do," (my alter ego was awakening.)
Resigning myself to getting this over with as quickly as possible I
started to swallow.
"Ah-ah-ah..." she cajoled. "No swallowing until it's all in there."
All hope abandoned, I opened my partially cum-filled mouth.
She scraped the remainder up in similar fashion - three more spoonfuls,
more or less - and poured it into my now gaping mouth.
"Good boy!" she praised in a sing-song voice, releasing the twisting
pressure on my nipple, causing more pain than relief as the blood rushed
back into it. "Now...gargle."
I looked at her, a bit bewildered.
She re-twisted my nipple harder than ever and repeated, "Gargle!"
I gargled the load of cum and saliva in my mouth as best I could.
This caused two things to happen: (1) some of it splashed out onto my
cheeks and chin and (2) she started laughing cruelly.
"Okay, okay," apparently taking pity on me. "You can swallow now."
And, having little other choice, I gulped down the load of cum. In fact,
I swallowed and swallowed again. However, it still coated my mouth,
tongue and throat.
My utter humiliation was complete. And, it was no longer erotic or
exciting...it was just plain humiliating. I just wanted her to
leave...either untie me or leave.
As if on the same page and queue, my wife piped up, "Well, I think we are
about done here."
"After all, we don't want me to be late for 'my date,' now do we?"
speaking parenthetically since she was not really going on an actual date
(although she certainly was dressed like she was.)
"Well, I am going to leave you here to mull things over," she announced.
Bending down close to my ear one last time to whisper into it, "You can
sit here in your wet panties, tied to this bench and think about what my
date and I are doing the rest of the night."
Standing back up, she said, "Well, I am not a complete asshole. So, let's
make you a little more comfortable."
With that, she walked around to the other end of the bench and detached
the dildo from it, then sliding it from my ass. "I think you have been
fucked well enough for one night," she explained as she did this.
And, producing a large pitcher filled with what appeared to be margarita
mix, she set it on the floor adjacent to my head. Dropping a very long
straw into it, she instructed, "Turn your head and see if this works. I
am sure you are thirsty," smiling wryly.
I turned my head and was able to get the straw into my mouth easily
enough. Physically exhausted and still tasting semen, I sucked for all I
was worth. Indeed it was margarita...very strong margarita.
She quipped, "That will help wash away two things: all that cum you've
swallowed and perhaps some of that ego which seems to be rearing its head
once again."
She winked.
"Well...I'm off on my date," she said in the perkiest tone I had heard all
evening as she made her way to the door.
Just before reaching it, she turned for one last look. Looking me from
one end to the other, helplessly tied to a bench in cum-soaked panties.
"Jesus!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "What a pathetic sight you
are." Then, shrugged her shoulders, turned and headed through the
doorway.
Just after she left the room, I could swear I might have heard her mutter
to herself, "Fucking sissy...I can't wait to be in the arms of a real
man."
I could only hope I misunderstood or that it was intended for me to hear
as an 'extra effect.'
Shortly afterward, I heard her heels click across the hardwood floor
upstairs and the front door open, shut and lock. Then, I faintly heard
her car start and pull out of the drive.
"Yes," I thought to myself. "She is right - I have a lot of thinking to do
for the next couple of hours." I then turned my head and took an extra
heavy draught from the straw.
To be continued...
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