Experiencing Bondage Can Be Enjoyable
I've been in an open marriage for around ten years now, and both my spouse and I have been enjoying the lifestyle, including swapping, swinging, and maintaining friends with benefits.
My husband's best friend, Bill, is our next-door neighbor. After years of flirting and teasing each other, we eventually gave in to our mutual longing for one another and started having sex whenever we got the chance.
During this time, Bill and his wife Donna separated and eventually divorced. The frequency of our encounters increased significantly.
My husband was aware of every time we met and where we were, and Bill tried to ignore the other women who would come over to our house when I was working, as well as the suggestive comments from my husband when the three of us were spending time together.
One evening when I got home from work, my husband was grilling steaks on the deck with our favorite Journey album playing loudly. I managed to sneak up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and hugged his muscular body close to mine.
My husband welcomed me home with a warm passionate kiss, a hug, and informed me there was a big pitcher of daiquiris in the fridge, as I had time for a relaxing bath before supper would be served, and Bill would be joining us for supper as well.
Upon entering the house, I muted the music, fixed my drink, and slipped out of my work clothes in the laundry room. I then changed into a robe and headed through the bedroom into the master bathroom, where my husband had lit candles around my garden tub, a clean towel, and my clothes neatly folded on my vanity.
The hot bath, icy daiquiri, and music were just what I needed to help me relax after work. The next album that played was a mix of Marvin Gaye and Percy Sledge, which gave me an idea of what my husband had in mind for after Bill would leave.
While I washed, soaked, and relaxed, my husband refreshed my drink a few times and could hear him moving around the bedroom, presumably changing the bed linens, preparing for a night of fun and entertainment. I rinsed off, extinguished the candles, and stepped out of the tub to get dressed. My husband had chosen for me to wear a pair of short, tight blue jeans, a red crop top that matched the red front-hook push-up bra, and a red thong. The tight clothing and sexy undergarments highlighted my 36D-26-38 figure quite nicely, and I wanted to look attractive for my husband.
When I walked into the bedroom, I was a little surprised to find the bed stripped down to just a sheet, with leather cuffs on each corner, attached to straps under the mattress, a leather mask, a small soft whip, and a few of my vibrators near unlit candles on each bedside table.
The lights were on, so I was aware of my husband's intentions for the night. I closed the bathroom door, fixed the last daiquiri from the pitcher, and approached my husband and Bill, who were standing outside on the deck chatting. I hugged Bill before receiving another passionate hug and a long, lingering kiss from my husband.
We then moved inside and had supper, laughing and having a good time.
Once we finished eating, my husband collected the dishes, loaded the dishwasher, while Bill and I talked about our yards and the weather. Bill complimented my appearance, and my husband started the dishwasher before fixing another drink. While massaging my neck and shoulders, my husband whispered in my ear, asking if I liked the items discovered in our bedroom. I kissed his cheek and told him I did, despite being somewhat surprised by them.
He was still rubbing my shoulders when Bill finished his drink in a few quick gulps and appeared a bit embarrassed. I considered asking him to leave but instead informed him that I didn't want him to go. I looked at my husband, telling him how much I loved him, but that Bill and I would continue to have sex as much as we had been.
My husband smiled, saying he was fine with that, and suggested we continue our conversation in the bedroom.
Taking my hand, she guided me towards the end of the bed, motioning for her friend Bill to join them. She instructed him to light the candles and help with the removal of my clothes.
Amidst the enticing background of classic music, a hot bath, daiquiris, restraints, and sex toys, I found myself powerless to resist, as she disrobed me, her fingers gliding over my body, evoking sensations of anticipation and desire. With my husband's assistance, she secured my wrists and ankles, assuring me that they would stop at any point if I requested.
Mesmerized by the enchantment, her husband adjusted a leather mask over my eyes, leaving me in a state of total vulnerability, surrendering myself to the two men on either side of the bed. I reveled in the feeling of their hands and warm breath against my skin.
Their lips gently caressed my exposed nipples. They moved from my legs to the top of my body, before returning to the core of my desire. Bill placed an ice cube on my lips, urging me to try it. His husband sampled the ice before doing the same to my hardened nipples, eliciting a series of subtle reactions that brought me closer to climax.
Feeling the trickle of hot candle wax on my breast, I could not resist the urge to vocalize my intentions as I exploded into an intense orgasm.
Upon confirming that I was still comfortable, her husband carefully slid off the mask from my eyes. He embraced me with a lingering kiss, grazing my lips with his tongue. The sensation of his firm erection pressing against my side whispered stories of uninhibited pleasure. My hands strained against the straps that held me back, wanting to embrace him.
My husband noticed my discomfort and took a seat beside me on the bed. He asked me to perform a sex act on him while using a stranded cloth whip to stimulate my breasts and nipples, arousing me further. I begged for it to be harder, my lust escalating with every touch of the whip and his tongue.
Simultaneously, Bill held an ice cube close to my mouth. After sharing a taste of it with me, he began flicking bits of it into my mouth. After it melted, he greeted me with an equally sumptuous vibrator. He teased my clit while his tongue danced between my legs before reaching a crescendo of multiple orgasms that pushed me to the brink of ecstasy.
Feeling the pleasure building, Bill became increasingly focused on my anal region. He slipped the vibrator into my anus, steadily pushing it further in and increasing its speed, bringing me into a new realm of sexual gratification.
My husband eventually eased my wrist binds, prompting me to wrap my arms around him and impale myself on his erection as he pinched and torted my nipples. Our heightened senses drove me towards a euphoric state. When I begged for more, he chose to focus on Bill instead, urging me to give him a hand with his still heavily erect shaft.
Bill issued no objection to the invitation and assisted me in stroking his phallus while simultaneously snacking on the leftovers of our mutual decadence, displaying their expression of passionate satisfaction. Minutes later, Bill exploded in the longest of moans, coating me with his semen.
My husband took his turn, yet again thrusting into me with a demanding ferocity, and just as the pleasure intensified, his body released a flood of his liquid ecstasy into my core. As the vibrator inside me slowed to a halt, he took it out and returned once more to licking and sucking my swollen areas, cleaning up from the night's extractions.
Finally, Bill released the straps and positioned another pillow under me. I prepared and three-way next move, but Bill had other plans. He applied some lube while I waited in anticipation, laying his member against my anus, inserting it slowly and increasing the vibration. The combination of sensations was exhilarating and brought me to yet another dense orgasmic state.
Bill eventually let go of the restraints, putting me in the position for the act. My husband made his move, filling me with his thick climax, creating a second hot and satisfying eruption.
What began as a testament to the seductive arts had progressed into a love affair for the ages. A day off was scheduled and spent enjoying conversation and the reliving of the previous night's memorable events.
I pondered, wondering if my husband would enjoy a similar experience with two men, only time would determine his liking for such an experience.