57 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt3

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57 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt357 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt3Tuesday began with the usual late brunch, rain drizzled down the windows, thou roughly depressing, Jack hadn’t seemed to notice either me or the lousy weather and had set off with his phone in his ear without even a cheerio.I burnt the toast daydreaming, and it was the last of the bread, so it was a quick run to the shops or a soggies breakfast, the shop won and dragging on a mack and wellies off I set.I got back to find my instructions from Eddy on the mobile, which I had left on the dresser, my instructions were to wear just the grey bra and knickers, leave the door unlatched and to be laid face down on the spare bed blindfolded when he arrived.I sent ‘ok’ then before going in search of the items he wanted, Then I tidied the spare room, we laughingly call it a guest room and the bed is a double but like most folk its we use it as a junk room and I didn’t want the pickies to show that did I!By one o`clock I was dressed toileted and sat waiting, my blindfold a sleeping mask, beside me and a good book to read. I sent the single word ‘ready’ then got stuck into the book, a full half an hour passed till that rattley old truck arrive outside, then I heard the front door go. So I quickly discarded the book under the bed and slipping the mask in place turned onto my tummy and trying to breathe normally as the tension mounted and I tried to make out I had been like that since one!He is big but light of foot is Eddy and on our well carpeted hall I didn’t hear him coming but the quiet click of the camera told me he was there. A hand lifted my arm above my head, a leather cuff was buckled on and it was soon secured, the other followed, then my ankles.He slid a rag type gag into my mouth tying it off behind my head, it tasted foul and I began to drool, this wasn’t in any script I was now shut into a world of my own, no sight, no sound, just hearing and feelings, and my own thoughts raging through my terrified brain.The fantastic feeling of helplessness changed the whole scenario suddenly it was not a case of just a photographic session with sexual overtones, it was a full on, in your face, you are mine to do whatever I have a mind to do, sexual romp, Be it ****, buggery or even worse I knew there was nothing I could do about it, I now had to trust him, trust him not exceed my ceiling limit, my racing mind questioned if I really knew him, did I really trust him, tripped through my brain, scared now I tugged at the bindings, it was impossible to move far, and he chuckled softly that “I was all his now”. At the sound of his quiet tones, menacing but in a strangely reassuring hiss, my sex began to moisten as the camera did his bidding; I could hear it clicking away from all angles as I lay in velvet darkness awaiting my instructions, or indeed my fate if my worst fears came to pass, I found myself holding my breath, got to keep from hysteria I thought as the minutes ticked away irrational thoughts fleeted through my head as like a good housewife I made a mental note to change the bed covers, and what would happen if Jack came home early just this gaziantep escort bayan once. That camera on its tripod now was taking timed shots as it had before in the yard, the kitchen, the garden, and the garage. Eddy`s huge soothing hands slid over my back, reassuring cool and gentle, slithering over the silk of the panties, playing with the cheeks of my backside through the thin material as though itching to spank the fleshy orbs! It was so intense, I mentally begged for not something I would normally even dream of, I could not tell him but if that`s what he wanted was to spank my arse He could, he could have cut my throat and I would have asked for more at that precise moment, I needed some sort of climax some sort of release and I would have done anything to get it! God my sex was leaking now, as his hands began to ease down the waistband of the tiny grey panties, slowly exposing my skin to the cool of the room, my breathing increased in depth and pace, was what he would do I knew I should not last long with this level of soft caress.I raised my hips as best I could, with his help the tiny slither of silk slid like oil down below my bum, my legs being open they would stretch no further. Unable to speak I could do no more than groan, my thoughts screamed cut the things, trash them, work on my very sex, spank me, do something please, please, please; but the cool soft caress continued, his finger fleeting across my rosebud, briefly touching the tiny nerve endings as it passed the puckered entry. For a big man the lightness of his fingertip amazing me as the finger found my sex lips and touching like a butterfly on a flower he began to gently strum, I was in flood now, my hips up forcing themselves at the invading finger as best the bindings would let me, desperate for the release I knew was so near, that dammed camera clicking still automatically every few seconds capturing every move, every twitch.I had climbed the mountain, and it had been hard, this however was a landslide, unstoppable, titanic, a tsunami of feelings the intensity more than anything I had experienced before, ears ringing, head reeling, breathing ragged I hit the wall of climax, oh so intense That I collapsed, sagging to the pillow a jelly, blacked out, seconds passed, I vaguely felt my wrists released then my ankles, the gag had gone, a tiny bell was ringing, was I dreaming, slowly the fog of doubt cleared, Eddy, lifting off the sleep mask, me blinking at the bright light as he said he was going , he kissed me, thanked me, then was gone before I could roll over. So shattered was I that I came near to going to sleep, I knew I could not though as if I had overslept then Jack would have found me and questions been asked. I staggered to my feet legs like rubber, removed the wet bedcover and after putting the washer in go mode brewed a strong cup of good old British tea.The rain still wet the window, the garden looked the same grey green and dull day, but me I could have walked on the garden pond so high was I. I knew I had found the best high I would ever find, and tomorrow he would be coming again or was that me…Wednesday, Steve called escort bayan as usual, we screwed, it was lacking something, we both knew it, he left at his usual time, and I showered, ate brunch and waited, no call, not a peep.Just before one I sent him a text, asking what was wrong. My mind raced, was he finished with me? Had he had what he came for, and now gone? Would he tell my Jack? My mind did cartwheels, as I bit my lip and waited? The little phone buzzed its reply, I could hardly look….he was sorry …oh god no…He had meant to be there but…….I have broken down and will not get finished in time today. …..A wave of relief washed over me, and I sat down hard. I was so elated.I sent ‘ok’ nothing more just that.Sometime later I began to wonder if it was just a ruse, and a put off, so I spent the night on edge wondering, I was up before Jack and saw him off, a nice fine day, an early breakfast did little for my already nervy mental state, so when the phone began to vibrate I near jumped from my skin. The message read; different van will be early, wear stockings, knickers and a peephole bra and be ready to go out in the garden. That was it, no please thank you or kiss my backside…I was over the moon though he had not finished with me and I would be ready….I also felt guilty for doubting him.I sent ‘OK’ and asked how early he would be, no answer, oh well he was coming that`s what mattered, I was dressed as asked by twelve o clock, in hold ups, and the dark green silk set jack had bought for my birthday, I sent ‘ready’ again getting no reply.He swept quietly up in a different van at twelve thirty, he practically ran to the door, as I threw it open and we were in each other`s arms.“bloody phone is going duff I`ll get a new one tomorrow” he growled. Then he turned, dug into his bag and presented me with a small parcel, my heart leapt, a present, I tore at the paper, and out fell a dog collar, and a lead there was a disk clipped to the collar it said EDDs SLAG.“From tomorrow you will always wear that, and the four wristlets, whenever you’re expecting me, understand?” I nodded, from his bag he brought handcuffs, which he proceeded to clip to my wrists in front of me. “Outside” he muttered, we went outside, we have a pergola, a big oriental style wooden one, running from the house out over Jacks pond and the surrounding path. I keep`s off the herons in these parts. Eddy produced a large nail and a hammer he made me reach upwards then drove the nail into the cross member, I was now stood arms above me unable to move.The feelings of the Tuesday bondage now flooded back, no blindfold or gag but I was his to play with all over again. The camera began to click its awful tune.The panties slid down and off in one deft movement, he knelt at my feet, within seconds his tongue began to flick at my aroused clit, I began to flood as his tongue tip touched my skin for that very first time. God this man, I should be trying to lose him, this blackmailing bastard that is such a threat, my marriage may be at risk, if Jack found out and left my whole life could change, my financial support would be gone, I could be penniless and on the streets, my life of luxury over, my world in ruins. But I just can`t refuse this friendly giant, my body is screaming for his touch, his tongue, his hand, even his whip if he so wishes, my whole being is desperate to have him use me in any way he wants. He hasn’t used his tool on me yet I haven’t felt that hidden rod in my body and I have still had better climaxes than Jack could ever dream of giving me. He was my life and my soul.I began to climax, another huge waterfall of joy, unstoppable, deep, satisfying, with no real ending, climax after climax that tongue unstoppable lashing my clit to greater heights with each fantastic wave crest, it had taken well under ten minutes and I was putty in his hands, a jelly a spineless collapsing noisy jelly, held up by the single nail driven into our pergola. Thank the lord we live up a remote lane, as we would have been having a visit from the police if we were in earshot of anyone else.He kept up the assault for an age, my head swam, my eyes fixed on that single huge nail, my wrists red from the handcuffs, my hands clawing at the air unable to cope with the sexual high that overtook me then receded in wonderful waves, I began to lose consciousness again, nothing mattered, Jack, Steve, the ladies guild, money, marriage, the house, my lovely home nothing mattered save that wondrous climax, that feeling.He stood and kissed me on the lips, his tent rubbing against my crutch, I needed him deep into my body, no gagged moans he didn’t understand today, a voice I did not recognise as mine asked him to “take me, take me now”He began to smile, dropping his slacks loose, his tool stiff, not huge, but rampant, springing like some tiny diving board projecting from some high cliff, sexual tension flickered in the air as he swung my body to him, his tool slipping into me like some perfect electrical connection, plugging into my very soul, the power of the activity pulsing into my body, I knew I was near yet again.My wrists ached, I knew there would be marks, I neither cared nor commented, I was lost in the moment, the pain part of this whole wonderful process, as I felt my belly fill with his boiling seed, I was carried over the top yet again.I hung by my sore wrists, my legs rubber, as I came down from the high, I thanked the lord above for the pill or I would have been carrying a giant c***d this night, tenderly he lifted me from the nail, laying me on the garden seat.Off came my cuffs, from his bag he took a wind chime, on the nail it went he had thought of everything. We sat watching the fish; lost in that ‘after the wonderful event’ joy, he hugged me, gently kissed me, his arm round my shoulders, his hand fondling the nipple poking through the restrictive peephole bra, the aureole swollen and tender.The moment needed to go on forever, we moved indoors and dressed properly, me in a housecoat, putting cream on my raw wrist`s, I would need a long sleeved jumper for a day or so to save questions from Jack.I asked him why on Tuesday he had not spanked me, his reply that he had not wanted to hurt me I felt was less than the truth, but he was not to be drawn, and the moment past.The little alarm shattered the silence, he rose pushed the cuffs and the collar into my hands kissed me and then left me to hide the leatherwear away and shower away the evidence of our afternoon.

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