Who's Getting Tied Up for a Meal?
I wasn't anticipating the narrative I'd compose next, nor did I have one near completion. Despite this, I'm content with the story now completed. I basically hurried the editing since I was thrilled to be writing once more. I presume you'll correct me if I'm wrong. You'll also notify me that it's too brief or I've omitted aspects. Sorry, but this is the entirety of the story I conceived. If I envision more, I'll write more. Kindly refrain from hanging around waiting.
I generally disapprove of multiple points of view, but I couldn't make this one work with a single narrator. Hence, there are three characters and three distinct perspectives in the narrative. I apologize.
I eagerly awaited the conclusion of yet another tedious conference when my phone vibrated.
[I've been naughty. Hit the salon.]
This message was unusual, prompting me to text back.
[You alright?]
[Fantastic! Done with hair dye.]
[Pleasant trip.]
[Awaiting our meal together?]
The response captured my attention. My wife is often kinky and loves to engage in self-bondage when I'm not around. Someone could have been waiting for a prearranged signal to release her or bail me out. I was told to find her, which is why I didn't immediately dash from the meeting. I struggled with suppressing my urge to run out, as someone was just standing in front of the exit. It was painful to endure the session until the meeting concluded, allowing me to make my break. I refrained from visiting my office to grab my jacket, choosing instead to flee directly for the parking lot. Fortunately, I arrived at home in a flash, eluding any potential traffic violations.
The master bedroom was empty, as anticipated since my wife had instructed me to arrive first. Although, my curiosity prompted me to check regardless, for it would be reminiscent of her infamous brand of trickery. It was then that I heard something from the guest room. Our daughter, Beth, was 20, still residing at home and attending a local college. She had a full curriculum on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which is why we could participate during these hours. I commended my wife on this arrangement, for it would have been an unusual place to investigate without her guidance.
I knocked on the door, hoping if by chance our daughter was home, she would respond. However, I heard her muffled reply, leading me to advance. I pushed open the door to reveal my wife on Beth's bed.
I'd seen that tie before, but it certainly appeared brand new. The four-poster bed was ideal for this activity. Sara had her ankles tied to the bed's base, and her wrists secured to the upper posts. I could perceive an ice cube next to her hand and a considerable quantity of it remained. She seemed to have tied this herself to ensure she wouldn't get free before my arrival.
The novelty was the rope threaded from one knee to the nape of her neck, and down to the other. This meant her hips remained pointed upward and her face pressed into the bed. I believed she had a ball gag in her mouth from the muffled sounds she produced. I couldn't tell for certain, as a hood shielded her face. Moreover, it appeared she had earbuds installed, for the waxing salon was the only suitable option for this type of service. I also noticed her now shaved pubic hair, appreciating the bold change.
Just as I admired her new restraint, a buzzing sound and the same sound of pleasure struck me. Apparently, she embraced a sex toy programmed to pick random sequences. I'd never thought to buy her this contraption. This discovery by coincidence concurrently informed me she had been waxed at the salon. It's reported that a bald nether region can make a woman appear more youthful, which I unquestionably relished.
I stealthily disrobed, eschewing the toy still inside her, and re-positioned myself to wield my mouth against her. I knew her anatomy well, requiring little thought to trigger aural pleasure. Her moaning intensified with each mouthful, her behind lifted out of compliance.
With her grind pushing my tongue to its limits, her dampness dripped down my face. I shifted my position and delved even deeper into her until I felt the tightness she exuded. This could have been due to her unique bindings or the effects of her pelvic exercises. The moans she made confirmed my thoughts of her tightness. I began slowly, only to rapidly increase the pace and increase the force. I reached under her to stimulate her clit and gently tweak her nipple. In an instant, her body reacted, cumming around my member. By the time I did the deed and filled her tightness with my seed, she lay with one finger raised.
I was gentle in my approach again until we'd both recovered. The plug was extracted, and more lubrication was added. Once more, I was carefully pushed into her, starting off easy but increasing in speed until again, I powered through. I felt slightly dissatisfied with my efforts as I wasn't able to drag her toward climax a second time.
Washing up, I hoped for the key to free her, but it remained immobile beneath its ice prison. My toys were replaced, and a quick clean of her body followed. As I gathered my belongings and fumbled for my clothes, I realized I had to leave; work was awaiting.
The approaching sound of Gary made me nervous as I hadn't expected him home so early. I was ready to explain when I was engulfed in his warm embrace and a series of soft kisses on my neck. My horny state tempted me to act more aggressively toward him. However, when he spoke, I snapped to the present.
"You had a great time today, I heard."
"I wish you'd been here," I sighed. Responding to his touch, I thrust my hips back toward his erection. When I expected him to respond forcefully, his usual enthusiasm was absent.
"I was here."
Taken aback, I was about to ask for clarification when a voice carried through the living room. "I guess I got home sooner than expected."
As I faced my parents, the embraced couple stood still, the sudden conversation leaving both parties stunned.
"Welcome home. Did everything go okay?" I inquired, moving to sit. The discomfort caused by the previous ass-pounding began to surface, and I adjusted my position. My afternoon activities had been truly novel; first-time anal intercourse was on the list, as well as a more aggressive Billy. I assumed my heightened sense of pleasure might be attributed to the position, as he hadn't exhibited this side of himself prior. An exciting future in the bedroom seemed inevitable.
Casually, I informed them, "I received a cancellation on campus due to a network failure, so I invited Billy to join me for lunch and then spent the afternoon in my room with him."
Dad suddenly lost color and slumped into a nearby chair, while Mom seemed puzzled before matching his pallor. I was in the process of preparing my follow-up question when my phone signaled a text from Billy. Staring at the screen, my face pinched into a grimace as I read his response.
[I missed your message. I forgot to unmute. Would have joined you. Next time!!!]
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