Better late than never
So I never did come back and report on how Mary "paid me back" for taking away from our time for her Saturday hook-up. Last Friday (a week ago yesterday) both our kids were out of the house for the evening, the youngest at an overnight sleep-over at a friend's house and the eldest at a thing that would keep him out until after 10. Mary and I had a nice dinner, just the two of us, and after I was done cleaning up the dishes she instructed me to go up to our bedroom and strip. When I got there, I discovered that a chair had been set up in the corner of the room. She joined me a few minutes later, after I'd stripped down to nothing but the CB-3000, and instructed me to sit in the chair. She bound my arms and legs to it, placed a ball gag in my mouth, then left the room.
A short while later I heard the doorbell ring, followed by the sound of my wife opening the door, and then laughter and women's voices — that of my wife, plus another. After a while the bedroom door opened and my wife entered, accompanied by another woman whom I didn't recognize. I should mention at this point that my wife enjoys the occasional pussy on the side as well as her extracurricular cocks. In fact when she first started stepping out of our marriage for sex with others, it was initially to take a girlfriend. Part of that experience taught her that although she enjoyed the occasional pussy on the side, she much preferred cock, and once she was already stepping out of our marriage with women it was a very small step for her to do so with men also, and the rest as they say is history. It's been one of my longstanding fantasies, one that she's never allowed me to fulfill, to watch her have sex with another woman.
Mary and this other woman proceeded to lay on the bed and make out with one another. They ignored me, bound and gagged in the corner as I was, the entire time. Slowly their clothes came off, and their mouths and fingers began exploring each other's tits and pussies. All in all they went at it for about an hour and a half, and I lost count of how many orgasms each of them had. For me, this was torture of the most exquisite kind. One of my biggest fantasies was coming true, in such a way that not only was I unable to achieve an erection and jack off, but that my very attempts to get hard were causing me pain.
When they were finally done, they got up off the bed and approached me for the first time. Mary played with my balls a little, and gave my cock cage a couple of quick strokes. "I really do recommend these highly," she said to the other woman. "You should think about getting one for your husband."
"Definitely something to consider," the other woman replied. "It was so hot, getting you off and making him hurt at the same time. Every man's fantasy come true, but in a way that caused him pain. It makes my pussy wet just thinking about it."
"Mmmmmm, mine too," Mary responded.
With that they both got dressed and left the room. Some time later Mary came back, alone this time, untied and ungagged me, and instructed me to get dressed. We then waited up for our son to get home and went to bed. Nothing more was said about the scene that she'd allowed me to witness.
So I never did come back and report on how Mary "paid me back" for taking away from our time for her Saturday hook-up. Last Friday (a week ago yesterday) both our kids were out of the house for the evening, the youngest at an overnight sleep-over at a friend's house and the eldest at a thing that would keep him out until after 10. Mary and I had a nice dinner, just the two of us, and after I was done cleaning up the dishes she instructed me to go up to our bedroom and strip. When I got there, I discovered that a chair had been set up in the corner of the room. She joined me a few minutes later, after I'd stripped down to nothing but the CB-3000, and instructed me to sit in the chair. She bound my arms and legs to it, placed a ball gag in my mouth, then left the room.
A short while later I heard the doorbell ring, followed by the sound of my wife opening the door, and then laughter and women's voices — that of my wife, plus another. After a while the bedroom door opened and my wife entered, accompanied by another woman whom I didn't recognize. I should mention at this point that my wife enjoys the occasional pussy on the side as well as her extracurricular cocks. In fact when she first started stepping out of our marriage for sex with others, it was initially to take a girlfriend. Part of that experience taught her that although she enjoyed the occasional pussy on the side, she much preferred cock, and once she was already stepping out of our marriage with women it was a very small step for her to do so with men also, and the rest as they say is history. It's been one of my longstanding fantasies, one that she's never allowed me to fulfill, to watch her have sex with another woman.
Mary and this other woman proceeded to lay on the bed and make out with one another. They ignored me, bound and gagged in the corner as I was, the entire time. Slowly their clothes came off, and their mouths and fingers began exploring each other's tits and pussies. All in all they went at it for about an hour and a half, and I lost count of how many orgasms each of them had. For me, this was torture of the most exquisite kind. One of my biggest fantasies was coming true, in such a way that not only was I unable to achieve an erection and jack off, but that my very attempts to get hard were causing me pain.
When they were finally done, they got up off the bed and approached me for the first time. Mary played with my balls a little, and gave my cock cage a couple of quick strokes. "I really do recommend these highly," she said to the other woman. "You should think about getting one for your husband."
"Definitely something to consider," the other woman replied. "It was so hot, getting you off and making him hurt at the same time. Every man's fantasy come true, but in a way that caused him pain. It makes my pussy wet just thinking about it."
"Mmmmmm, mine too," Mary responded.
With that they both got dressed and left the room. Some time later Mary came back, alone this time, untied and ungagged me, and instructed me to get dressed. We then waited up for our son to get home and went to bed. Nothing more was said about the scene that she'd allowed me to witness.
