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- Aug 3, 2015
Andrew, 26, admired his wifes naked body as she stood before him. Her arms were bound over her head, a rope hung over a beam in the ceiling to hold her there. There was enough slack that her arms could bend as could her legs, but not enough slack for her to bring her hands down to her head. She had a blindfold on over her eyes - which honestly made things easier for him. He was still new to her BDSM and Master/Slave desires and wasn't sure it was really for him.
They had been married for a year now and everything was great - it could just be better. Some of the fire in their sex lives had died out, but he was working even longer hours at his fathers firm. His father, Richard - a man in his late 50's - was a self made man and had left big shoes for Andrew to fill. Andrew always found himself being compared to his father and he struggled with it daily. But his wife...oh, she could take his mind off of things. She had brought up the idea of playing a bit - introducing BDSM and bondage to the scene, but Andrew was still on the fence with it.
He couldn't deny she was beautiful, especially naked, unable to watch as he raped her with his eyes, looking over every inch of her body. He leaned in and kissed her, sliding a hand between her legs to start fingering her. It was a long, lengthy kiss and she'd feel his prick starting to grow hard against the side of her leg. And then his phone buzzed. It kept buzzing until he pulled away, letting out a sigh.
"Babe, I've got to go - emergency at work. I'm so sorry...I was really starting to get into this." He moved back towards her, reaching up to start fiddling with the knot that bound her arms over her head.
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Ersa:
Charlotte did her very best to be a good wife. At 24, she owned a small business that did quite well marketing for YouTubers and Social Media influencers. She married her college sweetheart, and she kept her body in tiptop shape. Andrew was a handsome specimen, but his workload dwindled his already low sex drive. Where Charlotte wanted to suck his cock off under his desk. He would deny her the pleasure in favour of his current caseload. She just wanted his load. Was that too much to ask?
Tonight was the night she thought she was in for the ride of her life. She finally convinced him to tie her up and play with her as HE, pleased. No pressure of her directions or pace, just his enjoyment. Andrew was not a bad lover. He was a sweet one. Kind, gentle, and treated her like glass. Charlotte was not frail in the least. She might have appeared so, but she had grown up with militant parents and was the youngest and only girl of 5 children. She was no stranger to roughhousing or play fighting. Something she wished Andrew enjoyed. Charlotte was a closeted masochist. She was elated to finally persuade him into a little S&M.
As Andrew touched her body, the constrictions of her binds made her hot and heavy. She couldn't help but moan with delights as his kisses scattered her neck and fingers playing with her moist folds. The satisfaction came to grinding halt when his phone went off. Richard was the bane of her existence. The man was overly friend with her when they met often commenting on how pretty she looked or how luck his son, her husband, was to bed such a woman.
As Andrew fumbled with the binds, Charlotte stopped him.
"Just leave me here till you come back!" She cheered excitedly. "It'll be a fun surprise for me not know when you'll return,"
They had been married for a year now and everything was great - it could just be better. Some of the fire in their sex lives had died out, but he was working even longer hours at his fathers firm. His father, Richard - a man in his late 50's - was a self made man and had left big shoes for Andrew to fill. Andrew always found himself being compared to his father and he struggled with it daily. But his wife...oh, she could take his mind off of things. She had brought up the idea of playing a bit - introducing BDSM and bondage to the scene, but Andrew was still on the fence with it.
He couldn't deny she was beautiful, especially naked, unable to watch as he raped her with his eyes, looking over every inch of her body. He leaned in and kissed her, sliding a hand between her legs to start fingering her. It was a long, lengthy kiss and she'd feel his prick starting to grow hard against the side of her leg. And then his phone buzzed. It kept buzzing until he pulled away, letting out a sigh.
"Babe, I've got to go - emergency at work. I'm so sorry...I was really starting to get into this." He moved back towards her, reaching up to start fiddling with the knot that bound her arms over her head.
=-=
Ersa:
Charlotte did her very best to be a good wife. At 24, she owned a small business that did quite well marketing for YouTubers and Social Media influencers. She married her college sweetheart, and she kept her body in tiptop shape. Andrew was a handsome specimen, but his workload dwindled his already low sex drive. Where Charlotte wanted to suck his cock off under his desk. He would deny her the pleasure in favour of his current caseload. She just wanted his load. Was that too much to ask?
Tonight was the night she thought she was in for the ride of her life. She finally convinced him to tie her up and play with her as HE, pleased. No pressure of her directions or pace, just his enjoyment. Andrew was not a bad lover. He was a sweet one. Kind, gentle, and treated her like glass. Charlotte was not frail in the least. She might have appeared so, but she had grown up with militant parents and was the youngest and only girl of 5 children. She was no stranger to roughhousing or play fighting. Something she wished Andrew enjoyed. Charlotte was a closeted masochist. She was elated to finally persuade him into a little S&M.
As Andrew touched her body, the constrictions of her binds made her hot and heavy. She couldn't help but moan with delights as his kisses scattered her neck and fingers playing with her moist folds. The satisfaction came to grinding halt when his phone went off. Richard was the bane of her existence. The man was overly friend with her when they met often commenting on how pretty she looked or how luck his son, her husband, was to bed such a woman.
As Andrew fumbled with the binds, Charlotte stopped him.
"Just leave me here till you come back!" She cheered excitedly. "It'll be a fun surprise for me not know when you'll return,"
