Bound Bride

Categories -- Bondage

Keywords --  French Maid  Very High Heels  Sex Toys

Synopsis  --  Jay and Sandy had a normal marriage until one day Jay came home early and found Sandy in bed with a stranger.

Bound Bride

By Janet Baker

We’d been married for just over two years and were quite happy.  Our sex life was plain vanilla -- she seemed uninterested in sexual exploration and I was shy and afraid of broaching subjects that might offend her.  We loved each other but were young and naïve.

I’d obtained a good position as a software engineer, and she was finishing her masters in education, intending to be a social studies teacher.  Thus our lives were filled with work and study.  We did take a honeymoon but we were both virgins, thus our sex together was new and very exciting and fulfilling albeit perfunctory and largely in the missionary position.  I naturally climaxed whenever we coupled, but I suspected that my pretty bride was not completely satisfied, although she insisted that she was more than content.

My supervisor approached me at work one morning and asked if I would take the rest of the day off and return in the evening to supervise the installation of new software in one of the computers.  I agreed and went home.  It was about ten in the morning.  I expected to find my wife at home since she had afternoon classes that day.  I assumed she would be studying so I entered the apartment quietly so as not to disturb her.  I heard noises in our bedroom, went to the door and heard her crying out ‘more, harder, faster, deeper’.  I pushed the door open a little more and saw her in bed with some man. 

I was shocked.  At first I though she was being raped but then I saw that her arms were around his neck.  I recoiled from the door, trying to process what I had seen.  I quickly realized that she was really involved with another man -- that she was happily, noisily fucking someone  -- someone not me.  My shock lasted a few moments -- what to do -- rescue my wife? -- no she didn’t need rescuing.  I thought for a few moments more, then armed myself for protection -- he might be armed and dangerous -- and I grabbed my digital camera.  I returned to the bedroom door and took pictures through the opening.  There was light in the room so a flash was not needed and I took many shots before they realized that someone was watching. I stood there transfixed.  My wife was exhibiting positions, activities, sounds I had never known during our marriage.  He tensed up and came into her, then began again without interruption. I started to feel a great anger.

What in the hell was happening here?  Was this really my wife -- this howling yowling crying woman obviously in the extreme throes of passion?

Finally it was time to interrupt them. “Hey!! What the hell is this?  Who the hell are you?” 

I raised my revolver. He rose up off my wife.  She sat up, looking shocked, confused, bewildered.  They tried to cover themselves -- tried to recover their composure -- tried to compose their thoughts -- what to say to an enraged spouse.  Would he shoot us? What now?

“You!! Don’t move!  Don’t move a muscle! Sandy!  Who is this? Why?  Why Sandy?  And you!  Bastard! Not a sound! Don’t budge.  Here in Texas I could shoot you dead!  Slowly now, out of bed!  Dress!  Leave your wallet! Get out!”

“Jay, don’t shoot him please, it’s my fault!  I’m so sorry Jay!”

“Stay there Sandy!  Don’t move until I come back!”

“You! Out of my house!”

I walked him to the door, shoved him out the door, slammed it and returned to Sandy.

Crying, waving my gun, I sat in the chair near our bed and tried to compose myself.  Sandy sat terrified in our bed, cowering under a sheet.  I pointed my gun at her, seething with hatred and anger.

“You bitch! You faithless bitch! How could you do this…. and in our bed?”

“I’m sorry Jay, it just happened.  I have no excuse.”

I struggled to control my emotions -- to reason out what to do -- my God!  My God -- my beautiful, innocent bride -- what should I do?  Why has she done this unspeakable thing…. this devastating, soul shattering denoument.

I gradually regained control of myself.  I must control the situation.  I must think -- think -- think.

“Sandy!  Who was he?  Why was he here?  Did you invite him here?  How long has this been going on?  Stay there Sandy, I want his sperm sample.  I’ll get a glass.  Don’t you dare move!  If you should be pregnant I want to know by whom”.

I got a water glass from the bathroom and collected juices from my wife who by now was weeping bitterly and pleading for forgiveness.

“Sandy! Explain! Tell me the truth!”

“We were in class together, we kidded around, and one day I felt desire for him.  I didn’t quite understand what was happening but I suddenly felt that I wanted him.  I felt warm in my crotch.  I wanted him.  I knew it was wrong but I had a compulsion to have him in me.  I invited him home with me and you found us.  It was the first and only time -- I swear Jay.  I’m so sorry Jay, what can I do?  What can I do to make up for it?  Can you ever forgive me?”

“I don’t know! It’s bad enough that you fucked him!  You don’t like the word?  Well that’s the word -- fuck -- you fucked him -- and in our bed!  Did you ever think that I wouldn’t know?  The strange smell in our bed would tell me someone else was here.”

“I’m sorry Jay, I didn’t think at all, I just got carried away.  The passion -- the desire -- to have him in me.  I can’t explain… really… but I did it.  Please don’t hurt me Jay.  Please don’t leave me!  I love you Jay!  I just can’t explain this… this happening… this lapse.”

“I’m going to call an attorney and see about a divorce.  You did this once, you may do it again!  You couldn’t control yourself!  Could you control yourself in the future?  I don’t think our marriage will ever be the same.  Every time you see this man your passion  may be rekindled.  If I ever see him, I may get violent!”

“Please Jay, wait a day or  two.  Lets see if we can discuss our future without the anger.”

“Future! Ha!  You were so enjoying your fucking that I assume that you will divorce me to be with him.  We never had such sex as you exhibited when I found you in  bed with him.”

“Yes Jay, it was good but I don’t love him -- it was just a momentary fling.

Yes it was good but I don’t want him at all.  I only want you. I love you Jay!”

“Did you suck on his prick?  Well, did you?”

“Uh, yes, a little, he wanted me to.”

“Damn you anyway! God damn you! I’ve asked you to do that for me but noooo, that’s something you wouldn’t think of doing.  But you did it for a casual fuck.  Damn you!  Damn you anyway… what the hell was he wearing Sandy?  It looked like he was wearing a bra and stockings.”

“I’m sorry Jay, it was just different.  I love you -- but HE and I made just wild sex… wild but unfulfilling sex… sex without love -- just pure lust.  Our sex is our marital sex… loving sex.  Jay… please believe me when I tell you it did not mean anything.  I don’t want him.  I don’t love him.  We just fucked.  And… the fucking was good.   I learned from it Jay, I think I‘ll be a better partner now if you don‘t leave me.  Please don‘t leave me Jay.”

“I’ll think about it.  No promises but I’ll think about it.  Come with me, we‘re going to do some shopping.”

I took her -- almost dragged her, I was so infuriated -- to  a hardware store where I bought a lot of chains and locks, a lot of rope, a dog collar, leash, and a dog whip.  She cried when she saw me take the whip off the hook.  I told her to shut up.  We went to the army-navy store and I bought handcuffs -- good ones.  The last stop was a sex shop.  I bought a strap-on, some other sex toys and some nasty looking nipple clamps.

For the next week, Sandy was contrite, attentive and couldn’t be sweeter.  She obviously felt terrible about her betrayal but at times I got the impression that the experience left her with a desire for more adventuresome sex.  Maybe she was just trying to make up for her ‘lapse’.  I gave much thought to our future.  I was afraid that she might ‘lapse’ again and our marriage could terminate.  I did love her.  On thing was evident.  My sexual abilities needed help.  I must satisfy Sandy to keep her from having another ‘lapse’.  I started surfing the internet looking for ideas to enhance our lovemaking.

I cut the rope I bought into lengths long enough to tie Sandy’s wrists and ankles.  She told me that the fellow she was fucking tied her wrists with a bathrobe cord and it gave her some special feeling.

“Sandy, we’re going to try some new things in bed tonight.  I’m going to tie you to the corners of the bed, spreading your legs wide apart and then…”

Sandy gasped, said, “Oh Jay, Ohhh!  That sounds so exciting!  Please!”

“I thought you’d like it, you told me that HE tied you and you found it something special.  By the way Sandy, is HE still in your class?”

“Yes Jay but we’re too embarrassed to talk to each other.”

“But you do see him?”

“Yes, he is still in my class.”

“Well Sandy, I’m going to do something that will help you refrain  from being involved with him again.”

“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?”

“No, but should you care?  You sound very concerned about someone who nearly wrecked your marriage.”

“I care only in the sense that it was my fault, not his and he does not deserve to be hurt because of something I did.”

“No Sandy, what I plan will give you pleasure and keep you chaste for me.  I won’t have to worry or be jealous.  This plan will be great for both of us.”

“What do you have in mind Jay?’ she asked with some trepidation.

“I bought some things for us.  Handcuffs -- real ones -- to give you that special feeling of helplessness.  Collars and chains.  Special clothes and shoes and lingerie and most important of all a dildo panty and a chastity belt specially made for women.”

“Oh noooooo! Jay! Not a chastity belt!  I know what they are and I don’t want that.”

“You’ll try it!  You’ll like it!  If you don’t wear it we can discuss ‘alternatives’.”

“What do you mean, ‘alternatives’?”

“I have to assure myself that you are not involved -- fucking -- with some new stud.  You did it once, you may do it again.  I can’t permit that to happen.”

“Jay, I promise you that I will never stray again.  You have my solemn word that for the rest of my life I will never betray you again.  What did you mean by ‘alternatives’?”

“Divorce is one obvious alternative.  I have those pictures.  Copies are with an attorney -- just in case.”

“Jay! That’s horrible.  I am your wife.  I love you.  How could you think such a thing?”

“I never even thought something like that could happen but it did.  You know it did.  You said ‘it just happened’.  OK.  It happened once.  It could happen again.  Let’s not discuss it any more today, I want sex tonight.”

That night I put handcuffs on her and we made happy and fulfilling love -- good sex.  I removed the cuffs, we hugged and slept.  The next night I cuffed her again and cuffed her ankles.  Immobilized she could not stop me from sliding the dildo panty up her legs to her crotch.  I uncuffed her ankles and tied them to the bed corners.  With her vagina now accessible I lubed the dildo and slid it deep into her vagina.  Then I lay down on top of her and rubbed her with the dildo giving her vaginal pleasure.  She didn’t protest.  I untied her ankles, pulled her off the bed, attached a chain to her cuffs and threw it over the door and fastened it to the door handle, thus forcing her to stand against the bedroom door.

When she saw the chastity belt in  my hands she shouted, “No! No! Jay I don’t want that on me.”

“My dear sweet wife.  Think of the pleasure you’ll get from the restrained feeling that the dildo panty and the chastity belt will give you, and the feeling of security and confidence your wearing it will give me.  I want you to try it! Hold still while I put it on you!”

I  put the belt on her, carefully placing the metal part through her crotch and securing the belt, locking it behind her waist.

“I like that Sandy, now you can’t fuck around, can you?”

“Oh Jay, please! Please!”

“Don’t ‘please’ me!  H’m, it looks cute, fits well, locks securely. That takes care of catting around, now doesn’t it?”

“Jay, I never ‘catted’ around.  It was just one time, Jay, you know that.”

“No I don’t know that.  You tell me that but I don’t know it, do I?”

“Jay, you’ve got to get over this so we can return to a normal life or we will end up in divorce court.  Is that what you want?”

“No, I don’t want a divorce, I want confidence.  The belt gives me confidence!

Put some clothes on over the belt, I want to see how well it’s concealed. 

If it isn’t concealed enough you may wear a body shaper over the belt.

Oh yes, sweetie, the dildo has a special attraction.  It has an internal vibrator that is remotely controlled.  You and I could go dancing.  I could push the control button and you would have a great thrill.  Buzz Buzz Buzz! And you can‘t take it out since the belt keeps it in.  When we come home we can take it off, of course.  It‘s just on to keep you honest!  Truthfully now, how does it feel?”

“Oh Jay, it feels a little tight but tolerable. It is kind of cute. Come to think of it, it’s a terribly erotic idea and the dildo is very nice.  I’d like to take the remote with me so I can entertain myself.  But I still object and there are practical reasons.  I can’t go potty with the dildo panties held in place by the belt.  What do you plan to do about that -- smartass?”

“You’ll wear them both together when you are with me.  I find it fun.  At school you’ll wear only the chastity belt.  It’s designed to permit both bodily functions.  The only drawback is that it can’t prevent anal intercourse, but there is an accessory I can attach to prevent that.  You would not like it.  It’s a butt plug, large, and fills your rectum.  You’d have to wait until you get home to go potty.  You won’t wear the belt forever.  Just until I’m convinced it’s not needed and until your ‘friend’ is no longer near you to tempt you.  I’m sure that he would like to fuck you if he could arrange it.  You might have to wear the belt until he leaves school.”

“Jay, that’s cruel.”

“Cruel? You don’t think that fucking him in our bed was cruel to me?  That was devastating, being cuckolded like that and finding you -- that’s even worse.  I still may seek a divorce.  Every time I recall that scene I get angry.”

“Oh God…. Jay, I have to clean  house now, will you take these things off me please?”

“No…. I think not.  Not to be mean but I want to see how well they perform -- can you work while wearing them, walk correctly.  I don’t want people to know that you are wearing a chastity belt -- I’m not that cruel  Well, maybe people should know what you did.  No, that would humiliate me even more than you.”

Sandy unhappily started to clean house and I noted that she was wearing dirty old clothes -- not attractive at all.  It gave thought.

“Sandy!  I want you to have some prettier things to wear while cleaning house. 

I like the idea of your wearing some pretty and erotic clothing such as a French maid costume.”

Sandy, by now anxious to please, said, “Sure, sounds cute.  What do you have in mind?”

“Not sure yet, I’ll surf the ‘net.  Since you liked the cuffs, I‘m going to explore more restraints for you.”

As I surfed the net, I found myself becoming aroused by the pictures of certain lingerie, restraints, clothing, and especially high heeled shoes.  The photo of the French maid costume with the model wearing very high heels was quite arousing to me.  I ordered some costumes for Sandy along with some very high heels.  One of the maid costumes was extremely brief and revealing; the other almost practical but still attractive and erotic.  My online orders increased as I became more interested in having Sandy wear erotic clothing.

A week or so later, parcels started to arrive.  I eagerly unpacked them, finding the clothing sensuous to the touch and the shoes particularly enticing.  The maid costumes were adorable.  I counted the hours until Sandy returned home from school.  She arrived on time; I helped her remove the chastity belt and showed her the new clothes I bought for her and asked her to dress in the very brief maid’s costume.  She did.  I liked it, started to get an erection and hugged Sandy, pressing myself against her.  She realized that I was getting hard and she suggested that she dress like this more often.

I had been shocked and outraged at finding my wife making love with someone, but as time passed, the feelings morphed into a vicarious enjoyment of the scene.   Her cuckolding me had ultimately caused pleasure rather than anger.  Having her wear a chastity belt was more of an erotic game than a punishment and pleased me -- pleased the part of my psyche that wanted to dominate. While surfing the net I also came upon pictures of some sophisticated rope bondage.  They gave me some great ideas.

When she came home that evening she went to our bedroom to change.

“Sandy, put on a maid’s costume please, and the very high heeled shoes.  We’ll have glass of wine before dinner.”

She complied and we sat down on the sofa.  I passed her a glass, we sipped some wine while I looked at her intently.  She became somewhat nervous and asked if anything was wrong.

“Sandy, nothing is wrong.  I want you on your knees in front of me.  You know what you must do.  You have done it before -- to  HIM -- you will do it for me.

I’ll fetch a washcloth while you are preparing yourself.”

Reluctantly Sandy slid off the sofa and turned around facing it and waited for me to return.

“Sandy, first I’m going to cuff your hands behind you and then wash my penis.  Then you will suck until I orgasm.”

“Jay, please, I don’t want to.”

“Why not?  You did it for HIM.  You can do it for me. After all I am your loving husband.  You are helpless Sandy.  I’ve cuffed your hands  behind you.  Wait!  I’ll get something else.“

I took another pair of cuffs and cuffed her ankles together.

“Now what Sandy?  You can stay there until you decide to suck me off.  You sucked HIM off, remember.”

“All right Jay, I’ll do it but I’m not happy about it at all.  I didn’t even want to do it for HIM but he was persuasive and I was so hot.”

“Yes, I know you were hot… that day… when you cuckolded your husband.  Damn it Sandy I want the same thing you gave HIM… the same exciting consideration… the same eager fucking… I saw you damn it… I heard you damn it! If we can’t do that together we better separate.”

“Jay! Jay, please Jay, don’t leave me.. I love you Jay.  I want you.  I love you and only you.  I‘ll try Jay… I‘ll try anything Jay… please don‘t leave me.”

Yes, she sucked me off.  Did it well too.  Surprisingly well.  H’mmm…. I think we’ll do more of that  -- she should keep in practice.

“You liked to have me cuff you, didn’t you?”

“Yes Jay, I did like it.  I liked the feeling of helplessness.”

“I’m glad Sandy because I learned some rope tricks from the internet and we are going to play a lot of bondage games, many of which will be rope games.  Some may be quite strenuous but I’ll never intentionally hurt you.”

“Ohhh Jay, my panties are getting damp just thinking about it.”

“Good! Now I want you to tie yourself up for me while I watch.  Take these white cords, sit on the sofa, tie your ankles together, then tie your legs above the knees.  Leave your panties and bra on.  Take these handcuffs and knot them onto this cord.  Wrap the cord around your waist, tying it at the front with the handcuffs behind you.  Now put on that blindfold and cuff your wrists behind you.   I have the key.  I’m putting the key on a light chain to wear around your neck.  After you’ve tied yourself and are waiting for me to come home, the key will be there around your neck waiting for me.”

“Yes Jay, I’ll do it for you, it seems terribly erotic.  Does it please you?”

“Yeah, I like it -- I really like it.  Some day I’ll call from the office and tell you to prepare yourself for me and this is what you’ll do.  When I arrive I’ll release you.  Maybe you’ll be dressed, maybe naked, maybe stockings and heels.  Maybe before I release you, you’ll suck me off.  You did well for your first time -- with me -- but you do need practice.  I think that twice a day will improve your technique.  You do want to do it, don’t you?”

“No Jay, but I will do it.”

“And you’ll like it!”

“Jay, please release me now, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, OK, come right back, we have more to do.”

She returned, having changed into a teddy and slippers.

“Sandy!  No slippers when I’m here!  Heels only!  Go put heels on with stockings.  Put on panties and a half bra, I want to play with your breasts.  HE did that too, didn’t HE?”

“Yeesss Jay, HE did.”

“Since you like it I’ll be sure to pay much more attention to your breasts.  I don’t want you disappointed.”

“Don’t be so sarcastic Jay, it isn’t funny.”

“Tell me how he played with your breasts Sandy.  Did he cup each one in his hands?  Did he squeeze them?  Did he pinch your nipples?  C’mon Sandy, describe his technique.”

“Well Jay, all right, he liked these bondage games too. He tied my wrists together, threw the rope over the door, and tied it to the knob on the other side.  Then while I was stretched he looped a bungie cord around each breast and hooked the cord end to the door edge.  This made my breasts bulge out and made them extra sensitive to his touch.  His tickling my nipples with his tongue was so exciting.  He was wearing a bra and panties while he did this.  It was so exciting seeing him in a bra and when he rubbed his cock against me the feeling of his panties against my cunt was just thrilling.”

“And you did all this in just one session?”

“Uhhh…”

“No way in hell Sandy could he have done all that in the short time you had.  I believe you have had other fucks with him.  Fess up, damn it!”

“Well, yeah, there was another time…”

“How many other goddamn times were there?  You lied to me damn it!  When I first found you, you told me it the only time.  The truth now! What did you do those times?  How many times, damn it?”

“Only a few Jay, I never really counted.”

“Oh my God Sandy! What else!”

“Well once he came to me dressed as a woman so no one would suspect a man was visiting.  He was dressed in a nice woman’s business suit and carried a sample case as though she was selling cosmetics.  The case held his bondage equipment -- his ropes, handcuffs, nipple clamps, collars, gags and things I don’t even remember.  Oh Jay, it was so fucking exciting I forgot myself and did whatever he asked.”

“Sandy, from now on, you will do whatever I want, when I want, how I want or else. ’Or else’ meaning I will divorce you.  In exchange, I will do everything and anything to entertain you as he did so you’ll have no -- repeat no -- excuse to stray.  Will you be good and behave?”

“Yes Jay, I’ll be good,  very very good”, She actually smiled invitingly.

“Good! Now Sandy we’re going to try a new rope tie. I want you naked except for heels and I want you to pile your hair up so your neck is exposed.  I’ll get the ropes and we’ll do this in the living room. Get ready now!”

“Naked? Heels?”

“Yes! Your patent pumps!  Five inch heels! And now my darling sex slave you are going to be tied.  I‘ll explain while I tie you.  This twelve foot long nylon cord drapes around your shoulders, behind your neck, down in front of you.  The cords go around your back under your armpits and cross near your waist.   Then I bring the cords in front  then back between your thighs.  Then I‘ll tie your wrists together behind you.  You‘ll find this a very restrictive tie to escape from.”

Tying her was such fun……..

“Oh Jay honey, this is so exciting, I can’t get loose.  Play with my breasts honey.  Please Jay, and my clit Jay, please.”

“Now sweetheart, the next little application.  I’m tying a cord to the loop behind your neck, pulling it down to your elbows where I’m tying your elbows as close together as possible.  This may be uncomfortable but it’s terribly erotic since it throws your chest out.  Now I‘m going to put clamps on your nipples and hang little bells from them and you‘re going to walk and I‘m going to listen to your bells ring.”

“Oh Jay, the clamps hurt my nipples.  Please take them off.”

“Soon, sweetie.  When I tire of watching you strut back and forth in front of me, you’ll sit on that chair and I’ll tie your ankles and you’ll rest awhile.  And then my sweet, we’ll make  love.  You’ll still be tied so you’ll sit on my cock and bounce up and down and the bells will tinkle merrily.”

Rummaged and ravaged and royally screwed sometime later….

“Sandy.  You’re now going to try a new self bondage routine for me.  Here are some chains, locks and handcuffs and a gag.  First put the gag on and buckle it tightly behind your neck.  Then wrap the chain around your neck and lock it so it can’t come off over your head.  Drop the chain to your waist, wrap it around your waist and lock it in front of yourself, locking the handcuffs also.  Good! Now drop the chain to your knees, wrap it around your legs, lock it and drop the remainder to your feet.  Wrap it under your shoe heels then around your ankles and lock it. And now Sandy put your wrists in the cuffs and close them tight.  Can’t move can you?  Are you enjoying the helpless feeling?  It’s giving me an erection again.  Now I can play with your breasts and clit and you can’t stop me, can you?  Isn’t it delightful?  H’mm?”

“Mmmfgh”

“Now I’ll drape you over the chair back.  Which hole do you want filled?”

“Mmmfghmmm”

“Oh that’s right, you can’t talk.  Oh well, I’ll do both.  Fun, huh?”

“Mmmmfgh!”

**********

The next morning, we got dressed and ready for work and school.

“Sandy.  Before you dress, I’ll put the chastity on you.”

“Oh Jay, please!”

“No ‘please’ about it Sandy, it goes on and stays on while you’re not with me.”

“Alright Jay, if you must. But remember that if I wanted to betray you with that man it would be quite simple since my mouth, with which you are so pleased, is also capable of entertaining him.”

“Don’t tempt me, I may just chain you to a radiator while I’m not at home.”

“OK Jay, let’s not fight, I’ll wear it and be happy.  I love you.  I’m sorry I got carried away and screwed HIM.  I want you to be content and confident.  Please don’t worry about me, I’ll never do that again -- at least I don’t intend to”,  She laughed.

“Hmmm.”

A Night Out

I arrived home that night and found Sandy waiting for me, roped and cuffed, sitting on a sofa.

She smiled at me. “Hi, Hon, like what you see?”

“Oh yeah! On your knees, I’ll be right back!”

She slithered off the sofa and knelt beside it on her knees waiting for me.  I returned after washing and enjoyed a most professional and passionate interlude of fellatio. 

“Hon”, I said as I was releasing her, “I want you to dress for dinner.  We’re going out for steak at the Outback and then our favorite bar for some drinks and dancing.  I want you to wear some revealing clothes.  I want you to wear a half bra so your nipples will show through your blouse.  You’ll wear your dildo panty so you’ll be constantly excited and you’ll  wear your very high heeled sandals.

Wear your hair up to show your pretty neck and don’t forget your gold choker.

We took a table at the bar, ordered drinks, danced a little, returned to our table finding more drinks waiting for us.  Puzzled, we sat down, asked each other, “What’s happening, whose are these drinks?”

The answer came quickly as a couple approached the table, smiled and asked if they could join us.  I didn‘t recognize them but Sandy, blushing red, evidently did and haltingly asked them to please join us since their drinks were already on the table.

They introduced themselves as Ralph and Julia. Ralph explained that he and Sandy were classmates some time ago.

“Forgive me for asking Ralph?”,  but how did you know that this was our table?

“Ah, well, the table was empty and I recognized Sandy’s drink, then I saw you dancing.

“You knew her well enough to know her drink, huh?”

“Ahhh, yeah.”

“And how many years ago were you classmates and in what school?  I never recall Sandy mentioning a special classmate named Ralph.  This must have been after high school since then you weren’t old enough to drink, so you must have been classmates in college or what?  Tell me Ralph”, I finished as I spoke clearly.

Ralph remained silent.

Where did you know Ralph, Sandy? H’mmm?”, I looked searchingly at my wife.

“Well actually, Hon, he was in my class last term.”

“Which class?  The one with THAT MAN…..?”

“Uh…  yes dear….”

“Let’s dance sweetie,”, I said as I rose and held out my hand for her.

“That’s a very familiar situation, where he knows you well enough to join our table without even asking.  I don’t mind except that it reinforces my intention to keep you in that chastity belt whenever you’re not with me”, I whispered to her as we danced.

“I know Ralph but I’ve never been close to him. I suspect that HE has been spreading talk about me, damn it anyway.  I’m so sorry hon.” she whispered to me, almost weeping. “Honey, I’ll wear the damn thing and be happy… I want you to be happy and content and we’ll play lots of bondage games. But can you do something for me too?  I hope you won‘t mind wearing panties and bras like HE did, since it made me so hot.  Rubbing our boobies together was such fun.  Jay, I have a new idea.  I want to pierce my nipples, put rings in them and hang little bells from the rings.  Then when I‘m straddling you with your cock up my pussy the bells will tinkle tinkle tinkle.  Oh Jay, lets drink quick and then go fuck, I‘m getting all hot just thinking about the bells. Pierced nipples will be better than the clamps.”

“I’d love to but we have table guests and we shouldn’t run off so quickly.  Perhaps you could dance with Ralph and I’ll dance with Julia.  Could be some chemistry there, h’mmm?”

“Are you sure, Jay?  We might get involved, you know, especially since HE might have been spreading tales and Ralph might be expecting the same.”

“Good point Sandy.  I wonder if Julia…. ?”

“No Jay! No! No! No!”

End

© 2009 Janet Baker