Andersonville 3 The Price of Revenge
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It had been weeks since my husband, Derek and I had really seen each other, him being so busy with work and with me finishing up a summer class. We had recently gotten into a heated debate which ended in a stupid fight. I was giving him the ultimate silent treatment by freezing him out, but it backfired, instead of him chasing after me, he simply ignored my slight attempts to make up. I secretly wanted him to apologize for some hurtful things he had said, and craved his attention. I missed his touch and wanted his sweet mouth on mine...
Eventually, as much as I hated to admit it, I decided to try a different approach because I was beginning to feel uncontrollably turned on whenever I was around him, but still wanted to keep up the charade of playing hard to get. I had put on my favorite black strapless bra that hugged my breasts perfectly, causing a bit of cleavage to show under my tight light colored blouse. On my hips and legs I wore a short jean skirt that perfectly fit my curvy 24 year old body with a tiny bit of my mid drift peeking between the skirt and blouse, turning every man’s head who glanced my way while I walked around town.
Being summer, my body was fairly tan, blonde hair lightened, and fresh freckles dotted my face as if little raindrops had softly kissed my nose and cheeks, and my green eyes had a fire burning within them. With freshly shaven, soft and silky legs, I walked into Derek’s work with a smug look on my face. Since he was a manager at a bike shop, he had the ability to wander his store and had a bit of free time. I spotted him leaning over a work order, him concentrating hard on it. “Figured I’d stop in to say hi while running a few errands” I said in a bored voice, tossing my blonde hair to the side, with my other hand on my hip. The look on my Derek’s face when he looked up from his work counter was the sweetest victory I had felt in a long while, his jaw slightly dropped as his eyes locked on me. A small smile snuck onto the corner of my mouth, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit vain. Damn, he knew I wanted him now, but I just can’t help that I still blush like I have a school girl crush when I look into those hazel eyes ... After visiting with him and his coworkers for a while, I promised I’d see him at home a bit later, turned around and innocently strutted out the store knowing damn well he watched me walk away, thinking about me in all the RIGHT ways.
On my drive home, I could feel myself getting more and more excited as I thought about what might happen when he got home. Would he still be distant with me, or did he miss me enough to forgive and forget? I couldn’t stop thinking about his rough hands on me, cupping my breasts as he tenderly kissed my neck, my back against our bedroom wall feeling him harden against my body as he pressed up against my slim, toned stomach, slowly sliding a hand up my skirt while I unbuckled his belt...
Get a grip, moron, knowing him, he will come home and act as though he hadn’t seen me at all today. After all, he was one of the most stubborn guys I had ever met! I thought, frustrated as the fantasy slowly faded away.
When I came home from running errands, I went downstairs to our lower level to work on finishing up a painting in my art studio. A few hours must have passed because the sun was almost down and I began to hear sounds of my husband returning home.
“Hey, Amanda could you come here for a second?” I heard him call. I hesitated for a moment, trying hard to figure out what mood he was in by the tone of his voice. He sounded neutral, not excited, but not upset...
As I headed out of my art studio and started up the stairs, I could see his silhouette standing towards the top of the stairs, with one foot resting on the wall posing in a relaxed manner. It looked like he was holding something, but I couldn’t tell for sure since my eyes were adjusting still from my art studio’s floodlights.
As I neared him, I could see now that he was smiling at me, but not in a happy way ... More in a “You’re in trouble, little vixen” way ... I stepped on the stair that he was on and turned to face him, leaning on the other side of the stairwell right below our railing banisters. Crossing my arms, I waited for him to make his first move. With a sexy smirk, he lunged towards me with both of his hands grasping me wrists, thrusting them up and someone from above me pinned both arms to the railings as my husband revealed what he was hiding, a taunt nylon rope! “Whoa, hold on! Who has my arms?? What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as my pulse quickened.
“You have been such a damn tease lately, I think it’s time I taught you a lesson, Amanda. I’m tired of your games, so it’s my turn to play. I asked our friend Monica to help me out because I knew you’ll somehow try escaping even with your hands tied up so high above you, so she’s here to make sure you behave.” As he is telling me this, he circled the ropes around and around my wrists, and I am so captivated by his words that I soon find my wrists are tied to the railings tighter than I’ve ever been tied up before.
I hear a giggle from above me, and look up to see a cute girl with dark hair wearing dark washed jeans and a red tank top. I recognized her as a girl I had met through school, we had hung out a few times and she came over for a casual dinner. Her and I joked and flirted about doing this together some time, but I never thought I’d see the day where she’d actually help tie me up like this.
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