The Neglected Wife’s Revenge


I had been working on a difficult project with a looming deadline for about three weeks without giving much thought or consideration to life outside the job. I had not taken time for personal time, including spending time with my wife. She said she understood and had kept herself busy with her work, friends and outside activities. Until one Saturday morning. Having worked late into the night Friday night talking to personnel across the country coordinating a solution to our problem, I was planning on sleeping in a little later than usual. I was sleeping peacefully somewhat aware that my wife, Diane had gotten up and was milling about the house. I vaguely heard her working around our bedroom and talking on the phone. It sounded like she was making plans of some sort with two of her girlfriends. Diane came up on my side of the bed and took my left hand into hers and slapped a handcuff onto my wrist. Okay, I thought, she wants to play and I have ignored her and her magnificent body lately, so a good fuck was just what I needed, especially if she would be doing all of the work. Diane had pulled my right hand over and encircled my wrist with the other half of the cuffs. She had obviously tied the cuffs to the headboard since I couldn’t lower my arms. She moved to my feet, where she had apparently already tied ropes to the footboard of the bed. She tied my ankles separately allowing little movement of my legs. Diane came up and shook me slightly. I acted like I just woke up to find myself all tied up. “What’s going on?” I asked in my best surprised voice. “You’ve been ignoring me lately and I really don’t appreciate it. So now I’m going to kaçak iddaa get a little revenge.” “This should be fun,” I teased. How can you get revenge by fucking someone who wants it and needs it? “I think this might be torture for you.” “No way it could be torture.” “We’ll see.” With that she covered my mouth with duct tape. Now I was getting a little concerned, uncertain what she was planning to do. Torture? We had played around with a little BDSM. BDSM is the convenient abbreviation for Bondage & Discipline (B&D) Domination & Submission (D&S) Sadism & Masochism (S & M). But nothing serious ever happened, more like role playing, than actual BDSM. Then I heard Diane on the phone with her girlfriend Amy. Amy is almost a mirror image of my wife, except that she is a brunette and of Italian decent. The Italian in her just adds to her sexuality. Since Diane had walked out of the bedroom I couldn’t hear the any of the conversation, but wondered why Diane had started to fool around and was now making phone calls to her girlfriend. As she ended her phone conversation the doorbell rang. Diane turned to answer the door and allowed another of her friends, Kelly to enter. Now I was really confused. First a phone call and now company comes calling? Shouldn’t she have explained to her friend that she was in the middle of something and needed to excuse herself? Diane and Kelly were standing in our living room talking about nothing in particular when I heard Diane tell Kelly that Amy would be arriving shortly. WHAT? I’m tied up in bed, gagged and my wife is having company over. Sure enough, about ten minutes later Amy came bounding through the front kaçak bahis door with no doorbell or knock on the door. Amy is a long, lean blonde with nice tits, flat stomach and cute little caboose. The three of them were standing in the living room talking and glancing towards the bedroom, when they started walking towards the bedroom. The three of them stood at the foot of the bed looking me over like merchandise on display for their review. Amy spoke first, “Well, let’s see what he’s got.” Since Diane and I both sleep in the nude most of the time, I was naked under nothing but the sheet that was pulled up to the middle of my stomach. Diane simply walked to my side of the bed and pulled the covers off of me in a moment of grand exposure. My cock was standing at about half staff, having wilted slightly with all of the confusion over what was happening. “Let’s see what we can do to make that bad boy stand up and take notice,” Kelly offered. “Agreed,” was the response from Amy and Diane. Then it hit me. I was going to have a foursome with my wife and two of her hottest friends! Unbelievable! And sure enough all three started stripping off their cloths simultaneously, in almost identical fashion. All three had reached down grabbing the bottoms of their t-shirts and pulling them over the heads. Only Amy had a bra on to remove. Then Diane and Amy pulled their sports shorts off while Kelly wiggled out of her tight fitting jeans. Three thongs came off and I was looking at three beautiful, naked and horny young ladies. I was making all kinds of approving noises around my gag, repeatedly raising my eyebrows in appreciation of the three nudes. illegal bahis My cock had grown to its full height in respect for the little hotties that filled my view. Diane was crawling up on the bed between my legs, while Amy moved around to my left side and Kelly crawled across the bed to take position on my right side. My head was spinning in anticipation of what they were going to do to me! Oh! God! This was going to be one hot story to share. The three girls were kneeling around me, sitting on their feet with their knees just barely out of touch with my body. Almost as one they rose up over me and embraced in a three way kiss. A passionate, tongue probing, hot kiss. Each ones hands were reaching out to caress the other two girls. Diane’s right hand was tugging on Amy’s left breast, pulling on the nipple while her left hand was filled with Kelly’s hair. Kelly’s right hand was pulling on Diane’s pierced nipple ring and her left hand was stroking Amy’s taunt belly. Amy had wrapped her arms around Diane and Kelly stroking their lower backs and ass cracks. They were kissing and touching and making little mewing noises as each one continued their exploring of each others bodies. I watched a hand slide down and find Kelly’s pussy before the fingers disappeared inside and began their magic dance. Kelly shifted slightly with her right knee making contact with the top of my leg. I began moving my leg against her, only to have her shift her position to break the contact between us. Frustration was setting in. I was making pitiful begging sounds desperate to join in the action. I twisted and turned trying in vain to get free. The handcuffs were biting into my wrists and I was getting nowhere. I decided to relax, watch the fun and hoped to be joining in soon. Amy and Kelly were leaning into Diane, with their hands roaming freely over her beautiful body.

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