When my husband isn’t working he spends quite a bit of time at Falcon Ridge Golf and Country Club.
During the day, he and his buddies play 18 holes. In the evening, they’ll sit in the club’s bar and talk about playing 18 holes. Last night I decided to go with him, and while he was yammering about hooks and slices with his friends, I struck up a conversation with Jim, the club’s bartender. Since my husband hasn’t been playing any of my holes (and getting fucked is all I think about) I mindlessly steered our conversation to the topic of sex. He asked me whether I had ever been bound and I told him I hadn’t but had thought about it many times.
At that point, I saw my husband starting to say goodbye to his friends and knew we’d be leaving soon. I wanted so much to continue the conversation I was having, that even though I shouldn’t have, I slipped Jim my cell number just before we left.
When we got home, my husband went upstairs and went right to sleep.
I got on the computer and started searching for bondage porn. My pussy was getting wet while I watched some hot scenes. My phone notified me I had received a text and it was Jim. I texted him back and told him what I was doing. He asked if I found anything I’d like to try. I asked if I could call him and when he said yes, I quietly headed outside by our pool and dialed his number. I told him exactly what I was thinking about…
Then I told him I would like to be laying on my bed with my ankles bound in leather cuffs strapped to opposite ends of a spreader bar. My legs spread as far apart as the bar would allow. The bar would be attached to chains which hung from the ceiling. I told him my wrists would also be in leather cuffs strapped to my knees, and my head would be hanging over the side of the bed. While describing this, I became so horny and wet I had to slip both hands into my soaking panties.
I told him I had my fingers in my pussy and I was rubbing my clit hard and fast.
He replied he was stroking his cock and then said he wanted to hear me cum. At that moment, my body immediately reacted and I came hard, flooding the concrete between my legs…my pussy juices dripping into the pool. I heard him groan and knew he, too, had cum. In a very satisfied voice he asked for my email address. After giving it to him, he thanked me and hung up. When I woke up this morning, I checked my email. There was a message from him with the subject “Last Night”. It said:
“When I woke up this morning my first thought was of you and last night, and how hot you must have looked poolside with your fingers in your pussy working furiously to bring yourself off. I can’t stop envisioning you with your head hanging over the edge of the bed, your arms bound to your knees, your ankles bound to the bar spreading your legs far apart.
These thoughts and visions of you have fueled an all-day erection that could cut diamonds and have made walking around the office of my day job quite difficult; therefore I feel you should be both pleasured and punished. At some point this week, I will email you again with my thoughts of what I want to do to you. After you’ve read it you will call me and commence pleasing yourself as I listen. Your punishment is, until that time, you are not allowed to touch your pussy. Don’t defy me.”
So here I sit, pussy wet, nipples hard, waiting and wondering just what he wants to do to me. What would you want to do to me?
