"How's that, honey? Is it too tight?"
"No, it's fine." I tugged at the soft ties restraining
my arms. Of course they weren't really ties. Well, one
was. An ugly polyester number that was supposed to be
Santa Claus but somehow resembled Elvis more than St.
Nick. Restraining my left arm was the belt off my old
bathrobe.
Denise and I were novices when it came to this sort of
thing. The first time I tied her up her circulation got
cut off to one arm. Just as I started pulling out the
ice cubes for my Mickey Rourke impression her whole arm
went numb and she panicked. She thrashed around so much
she pulled a muscle in her back and spent the next two
days in bed.
It took about three months before we tried again, and
she decided it would be best if she was in control. I
didn't have a problem with that, and I haven't since.
But somehow we've never got up the nerve to go buy any
'real' equipment.
Looping pantyhose around each ankle, my wife spread my
legs apart and cinched them down to the corners of the
bed. She looked up at me with a smug grin.
"I've got a lot planned for you tonight, honey."
"Oh, really? Like what?" I tugged lightly with each
limb, testing my bonds. They were more secure than
usual.
"You'll see... I wonder what I might have for you in
this bag..." She lifted a shopping bag onto the bed,
pulled the handles apart and reached inside.
Her hand disappeared deep into the bag then came back
out slowly. Her fingertips held the end of what
appeared to be a shiny black dildo. She pulled it out
of the bag inch by inch. I kept expecting to see the
end, but it grew and grew.
"You can't be serious," I said as she laid the monster
dildo on the bed next to me.
Her eyes met mine and she picked up the plastic cock.
Holding my gaze she brought it to her lips. Her tongue
reached out to wet the tip and she opened her mouth to
receive it.
Suddenly she started giggling and dropped the dildo.
"If you could see the look on your face, honey!" She
continued laughing as I squirmed on the bed. Her hand
came to rest on my thigh as she tried to regain her
composure.
"That's not funny, dear."
"Aw, what's the matter sweetie?" She picked up the
dildo and held it, the head resting against my stomach.
She trailed it down over my crotch, the cool plastic
sending shivers through me as the head passed over the
length of my cock and across my balls.
"Does this frighten you?" she asked, without looking up
at me, her eyes watching the dildo slide under my
balls, watching my legs tremble as a thought flashed
through my mind that she might actually be serious.
I closed my eyes tightly, knowing I should trust my
wife but terrified at the same time. My breathing was
shallow and time seemed to stretch. Then I felt the
plastic pull away for a moment. I started to open my
eyes, but thought better of it when I felt Denise's
fingers lifting my balls. A few seconds later I felt
cold goop between my cheeks, then light pressure at my
rosebud.
I squeezed my eyes tighter and turned my head away from
her, as though hiding my face would hide my ass from
the cock she intended to use on me. A dozen images went
through my mind as the pressure grew on my asshole. I
wanted to cry out. I wanted to beg her to stop. I
wanted to run away. Then I felt her fingers gently
grasp the head of my cock and I realized I was hard.
Rock hard.
Her fingers lightly tapped up and down my shaft,
dancing from the head to the root. Then, suddenly the
pressure stabilized on my ass and I felt the friction
of the monster cock burying itself inside me. I felt so
full I thought I would burst. I was in agony. But it
was strangely pleasurable at the same time.
The pressure inside me forced my cock to grow larger
and my wife's fingers felt like needles on its head.
The pleasure was excruciating. I felt the bed shift and
Denise began licking the head of my dick. Long, slow
circles around the head.
She started working the dildo inside me back and forth,
just an inch or so at a time. I felt woozy. My senses
were in overload. I felt an orgasm approaching. I
wanted to scream, to yell, anything to let my wife know
how good I felt at that moment.
Then, she stopped. My cock twitched in the empty air.
Denise eased the monster dildo out of my ass. It hurt a
little as the last of it came out of me. I clenched my
ass a couple times, testing to see if it would ever
close again.
"Well, that's enough with the small one I think," she
said.
I opened my eyes in disbelief. Small one? I turned to
see her holding a pink dildo slathered with K-Y. The
black one lay beside me on the bed, dry as a bone.
"Are you ready for the big one now, stud?"
I realized the dildo in her hand couldn't be more than
five inches long, the same size as my own cock, now
shrinking and leaking pre-cum onto my leg. What felt
like a fist inside me was smaller than my own
equipment. I shuddered, then saw the sly grin on my
wife's face.
"You really thought I was using the big one, didn't
you?" She chuckled.
"You thought you were getting it good."
I didn't know what to say. 'I love you' didn't seem
appropriate, though it definitely came to mind at that
moment.
"Hey, lighten up sweetie. You're all tense!" Her hands
reached up to mine and she pried my fingers apart.
They'd been clenched in fists and I hadn't even
noticed. "I think you need some time to cool off. I
might leave you here and go run an errand or two..."
"Dear! Don't leave me like this!" I tugged at my bonds,
struggling on the bed, but they held tight.
"Oh, don't worry sweetie. I won't leave you alone. I'll
leave you with some company." With that she rummaged in
her bag and pulled out a videotape. I watched her walk
over to the TV and start up the VCR. The screen blurred
as she fast forwarded through the phone sex ads and FBI
warning. Then the title came up: Pussyeaters 7.
She turned back to me. "I think you'll like it sweetie.
An hour and a half of oral sex. Your favorite... Well,
actually my favorite but I doubt you'll complain."
The action onscreen started up and she turned the
volume down a little.
"Wouldn't want to wake the neighbors while I'm gone,
would I?"
"You're really leaving me like this?" I looked from arm
to arm, struggling to get free. "C'mon dear, you can't
just leave!"
"Watch me honey," she said with a smile, then added "or
watch the tv. You just might learn something. In fact I
hope you will." She walked out of the bedroom and
closed the door behind her. I waited for her to come
back, but the only sound was the quiet moans coming
from the tv. Then I heard her car start and she drove
away.
My hard-on returned as I watched the procession of
gorgeous women faking orgasms onscreen. Blondes,
brunettes, more blondes, the occasional redhead. Each
taking her turn spread wide for the camera. After three
or four scenes, they started to get really repetitive.
And without the ability to jerk off, the tape was more
frustrating than pleasurable.
About a half hour into my ordeal the phone rang. I
thought it might be Denise, testing to see if I had
gotten free. The machine in the living room picked up
on the fourth ring. I strained to hear who it was over
the television but all I could tell was that the voice
was female. Whoever it was left a long message before
hanging up.
The tape grew more and more frustrating and I tried to
tune it out. Closing my eyes I slowly drifted off, the
moans and grunts sounding more like white noise after a
while. I suppose I slept for fifteen or twenty minutes
before the knock at the front door woke me up.
I awoke to the sound of snow from the television and
looked around somewhat bleary-eyed. I started to roll
over until the hose looped around my ankles reasserted
itself. It took the third or fourth knock before I
realized someone was at the door.
Jingling of metal reached my ears, telling me Denise
had found her keys after all and was letting herself
in. Perhaps she was testing to see if I had gotten
loose. I flopped a little on the bed until I thought I
looked dead to the world, closed my eyes and waited for
her to surprise me.
"..nise!? You're not gonna be... at prick did!"
I couldn't make out all the words but I recognized
enough to know our next door neighbor, Laura. Panic
swept through me. Part of me wanted to call out to her
that Denise wasn't here. Part of me wanted to stay
quiet and hope she went away.
"I spend two hours get... and then he just... Oh I
could just kill him. Doesn't he... what a girl..."
I heard her coming down the hall towards the bedroom
and I looked back at the TV. Surely she could hear it
and assumed Denise had fallen asleep watching a movie.
I scrambled to come up with something to yell to her
but my voice abandoned me. I watched the doorknob twist
as though in slow motion. The door opened and the whole
world stopped.
I know from the look in Laura's eyes I must have been
quite a sight, naked and spread-eagled, tied to the bed
with pantyhose and bathrobe belt. Time seemed frozen as
I saw her eyes go wide.
In a split-second my embarrassment went to confusion as
I took in Laura's attire. From the neck down she looked
just as she always seemed to, a little frumpy, very
girl-next-door. She wore white Keds and gray
sweatpants, with an oversized T-shirt depicting three
kittens staring down at a goldfish in its bowl. From
the neck down, she was ready for laundry day,
gardening, soccer practice or spring cleaning. From the
neck up she was an entirely different person.
Her skin looked flawless, the kind of skin models dream
about, and without the telltale sheen from makeup. The
curves of her lips were perfect, no smudge, no smear,
full without seeming garish. Her cheekbones sat high
and soft. Her eyes were positively vibrant, with full
lashes and doe-like innocence. Her hair looked as if
she had stepped out of a painting. Over her arm was a
black evening dress, hanging lifeless like a dead fish
waiting to be fried.
The pieces fit together neatly in my mind and I
realized why she seemed angry. Part of me felt like I
owed it to my gender to hide...
Less than a second had passed. Long enough for her
situation to be clear, but she was at a loss for mine.
Her face was flushed as she stammered an apology, her
eyes cast downward, but always keeping me in view.
"I'm sorry I thought Denise was..." She began.
"It's alright. It's not your fault. You couldn't..." I
interrupted.
"No I should have knocked. I shouldn't have just barged
in..." She continued.
"It's alright. No problem. Denise should be..." I
interrupted once more.
"Look. I... Geez..." She turned her head, as though
realizing for the first time that I was naked.
"Denise will be back in a little while. I'll let her
know you stopped by." I stared at the back of her head
expecting an answer but instead she just trembled
softly. She sat down gently on the side of the bed,
facing away from me. A couple quiet breaths told me
Laura was crying. "Laura? You okay?"
"I'm sorry, I just..." she paused to sniff. "It's so
frustrating, you know? I finally decide to take the
time and make myself pretty and he stands me up. He's
asked me a dozen times... to dress up for a date and
the one time I do..." Laura continued sobbing quietly
and I felt about three inches tall.
"I don't know what to say," I tried. The words were as
true as could be. I really didn't know what to say.
Perhaps there's a chapter in Miss Manners for such a
situation, but I never saw the 'Tied up naked talking
to a neighbor who's just been treated like shit'
section. "I'm sorry, Laura."
Sometimes the simplest answer is the best. And my
apology on behalf of men everywhere seemed to do the
trick. Laura continued to cry for a while longer, but
they were productive tears. The anger and frustration
were being cleared from her system.
After a couple minutes she stopped sobbing and shot a
quick glance over her shoulder at me, as though to
confirm that I was still there. Yeah, like I was really
going to be going anywhere. A second or two later she
looked again and hesitated before turning away. I
suddenly felt quite vulnerable.
A small giggle escaped her and she asked, "So what are
you doing tied up like that anyway?" She looked down at
my legs. "Did you tie yourself up?" Her gaze panned up
my legs to my waist, froze for a moment, then returned
to the door.
"Um, Denise and I were... um..." The words refused to
come out. I was feeling more and more like a schoolboy
standing in front of the class talking about what I did
all summer.
"Were, um, what?" I could hear the smile in her voice,
though of course I couldn't see it. She was enjoying
this!
"We were... um... in the middle of something and," I
started.
"Yes I can tell you were in the middle of something."
She interrupted. "That's pretty obvious. But where is
your better half? Were you a bad boy and she left you
here to suffer?"
The tone in her voice was bordering on wicked. I flexed
my arms a little bit, hoping the ties might be looser
now. But, they were as tight as ever. I really didn't
know how to answer her.
"Um... I guess so..." I feebly attempted.
"Well, then I guess you're a captive audience for me."
She stood up and started walking towards the master
bathroom. "Since I didn't get to see what my outfit
would do to Andy, I'll just see what it does to you. Be
out in a few minutes." She closed the door behind her.
The moment the door closed, I struggled with my bonds.
The pantyhose around my left leg seemed loose, and
after a minute or so I twisted my foot out of one loop.
But the knot was still fast, and my arms weren't coming
free any time soon. I began to pray that Denise would
return, though I wasn't sure how she would react to
Laura. Normally I would have killed for a chance with
Laura, but this was so bizarre I couldn't relax.
The television continued its background snow, masking
the sounds from the bathroom. I heard the water run a
couple times, but nothing that would give me a clue as
to Laura's plan. She probably didn't have a plan.
The door finally opened and a woman came out. Part of
me knew it must be Laura. But most of my mind could not
believe that the woman turning to walk towards me was
my neighbor. If it were possible, she looked better
from the neck down than from the neck up. The dress
seemed painted on her, yet moved like liquid silk as
she stepped. She seemed to walk in slow motion, her
hair blowing in a breeze that wasn't there, her face
lit by a sun that had set an hour before.
In less than a second my mind had compared the vision
before me to every woman I had ever seen, and I could
not recall such a beautiful woman. Perhaps my
impression was colored by my situation. But the curves
under that dress were the kind that corsets struggle to
create. And she walked like she owned the world.
She paused after three or four steps and turned toward
the television. "Let's turn this off shall we?" she
asked no one in particular, and the television winked
off, as my eyes traced a profile to rival the statues
in Greece.
She turned to me again, unabashed staring at my naked
body as I stared at hers. She stood between my legs,
inches from my bound feet, and looked down at my cock.
Her lips parted a fraction and her eyes half closed as
she took in a deep breath. My semi-hard cock rose
straight for the sky in response.
A smirk came to her lips as she opened her eyes wide
and met my gaze for the first time. "Now that's the
reaction I expected this outfit to generate," she said
smugly.
The images racing through my mind paused long enough
for me to utter one word. "Wow."
A soft giggle escaped her lips as she rest her hands
firmly on my thighs. I was staring down the front of
her dress, marveling at my good fortune, thanking gods
from several religions, praying that I could live just
a few minutes more, when she spoke again.
"You know, I never really thought of you as
attractive," she said. My cock deflated in reply. "I
always thought you were kind of a geek really. Not my
type at all. I normally go for the dickhead type. The
drunk jerk who thinks he runs the world and usually
can't find my clit to save his life."
I couldn't figure out where this was headed. Moments
before, I thought I was in heaven. Now it seemed like a
bad SNL skit.
"Denise always said you were good in bed," she
continued. Denise? What? We had always been fairly open
about our lives, but I didn't think she was telling the
neighbors. I felt a little hurt, then I realized Denise
had been complimenting me and I didn't know how to
feel.
"But I never considered sleeping with you, not even
briefly," she said. Oh great, I thought. Any chance I
had was gone. Now I just naked and being tormented by
my gorgeous next-door neighbor.
"Until now," she finished.
The spinning gears in my head locked up, and my brain
froze. I didn't even really process the words for a
moment. Just when I started to, I felt Laura's tongue
lapping gently at my balls. My whole body shook as my
senses went into overload. Her hair spilled over my
crotch as her hands came up to cup my balls. Her tongue
traced a steady path up between my balls to the base of
my shaft, then up the shaft itself. Higher. Higher.
Then rushing over the tip in quick swirls around the
head.
My cock swelled in the warmth of her mouth, bouncing
with each heartbeat between her teeth. Her lips felt
like wet velvet sliding over my shaft as she fucked me
with her mouth. Up and down, in long strokes. Her
tongue flicked back and forth across the underside of
my cock with each one. Then she paused with just the
head in her mouth and gently sucked, pulling more blood
from my brain to my groin. I felt woozy, out of
control. My legs were so tense they began to quiver.
Then Laura released my cock from her mouth, making a
soft pop as empty air filled the space my manhood had
left. The head twitched in front of her lips as my body
spasmed with need. I wanted to come. I ached to come. I
needed to come. And she knew it. But she was going to
make me wait a bit longer.
She removed her hands from my balls and hoisted herself
onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. She looked down
at the hem of her dress, then took it in her fingertips
and slowly pulled it up until I could see almost to
heaven. I looked up to find her staring into my eyes,
watching me watch her. She leaned to one side and
raised her knee over mine, then completed the straddle,
letting her dress fall over my crotch. The soft fabric
seemed like feathers tickling the head of my cock.
Laura reached one hand under the fabric and took hold
of my shaft. Her eyes locked with mine as she pumped me
slowly up and down, just a few strokes, just enough to
tease. She bent my cock down and I felt the rough
wetness of her matted pussy hair against my head. She
worked it gently side to side, letting it sink into the
furrow of her cunt.
Her eyes never left mine as she shifted her body
forward a couple inches to line me up. The underside of
my head settled into her wetness for a moment, then
returned to its task, spreading her juices all over. I
yearned to watch, wanted so bad to see. But all I could
do was feel and imagine. Laura raised herself ever so
slightly and gripped my shaft firmly, then settled her
weight full onto me, impaling herself on my cock.
She grunted as my cock hit her cervix, the first time
she seemed to lose her composure. She raised up again
slowly, then back down, moaning softly with each
stroke. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she
built a rhythm. After a few seconds her eyes opened
again and we locked our gaze. She seemed to read my
mind as she rested one hand on my chest to balance
herself. Her other hand went to the fabric pooled on my
belly. She took it in her hand and raised it to her
breast, exposing our coupling to my eyes.
I tried not to look. I tried to keep up the stare.
Tried to look as deep into her soul as she was looking
into mine. But I couldn't resist. I had to watch. I had
to see.
I looked down and saw my cock. Swollen and coated in
her juices. Sliding effortlessly in and out, between
her lips. Plunging deep inside of her again and again.
The watching made it harder. The watching made it
faster. I raised my ass to meet her with each stroke,
straining to get more leverage, more penetration.
Seconds before I was going to come, she dropped the hem
and her hand flew down to balance herself. Her whole
body was trembling and shaking. She closed her eyes and
bit down on her lower lip, muffling a squeal. We
abandoned all rhythm and she quivered atop my cock,
lost in her orgasm.
I was so close, but her tremors did not trigger my own.
She rested in that position, balanced against my chest,
my throbbing cock inside her, for a few seconds before
dismounting. To my surprise she rolled onto her side
and took my cock back into her mouth. She pumped hard
and fast with her hand as her tongue swirled round and
round the head. In seconds I was at the brink and
warned her I was gonna come.
She responded by taking my cock deep in her mouth,
scratching my balls with her fingernails as she sucked
and licked up and down. My eyes closed, my whole body
tensed and I babbled incoherently as the come started
to spurt. Laura held my shaft in her hand and sucked on
the head of my cock, licking back and forth across the
head. It was so intense it was almost painful. After a
few spurts I begged her to stop. It was just too much.
She continued for a few seconds more, torturing me,
then released her grip, satisfied I was done.
When I opened my eyes she was standing at the foot of
the bed with a smug grin. Her makeup was a disaster and
the dress would never look the same. I looked down at
myself to find she hadn't spilled a drop, though I was
covered in sweat. The next thing I knew she was at the
door, wishing me good night, leaving me tied to the
bed.
"See you later. Hope Denise doesn't make you wait too
long," she said as she walked out the door.
I called out to her, "Laura! Um... I..." I didn't know
what to say. So I said nothing. The front door closed
and I was alone again.
***
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I
heard was Denise's voice from the living room.
"Honey? You awake in there?"
Groggily I opened my eyes as she opened the door and
turned on the light. I squinted in her direction trying
to get my senses back.
"Did you enjoy the video, sweetie?" She asked as she
walked over to the television. "Guess it's time to turn
this thing off, huh?"
The sudden quiet startled me. I started to say
something but she interrupted. "Oh, honey! I see you
did have a good time while I was out!" My vision
returned and I saw that my belly was covered in come.
"So what did you dream about, sweetie?"
END