"Sit on the table in front of me," he ordered, taking the ropes away from her.
After she had obeyed, he took her arm and drew it down along her calf on the inside. Then he lashed her wrist to her ankle with a length of rope. He unfastened the leash from her anklet. Then he bound that ankle to her free wrist. By putting her arms on the insides of her knees, he had forced her to spread her legs. She was doubled over, helpless, in danger of toppling head first off the table. He reached for the camera.
Standing back away from her, he snapped a photo of her hunched over the end of the table, back bowed, tits hanging down heavily. Her mouth was rounded with dismay and horniness. He wished again that he had gotten a self-timer for the camera. A shot of her with his cock in her mouth would be a real turn-on.
Putting the camera down, he pushed on her shoulders, rolled her over on her back on the dining-room table. For a moment, she tried to keep her legs together but she couldn't. Her legs slowly spread apart.
Her golden muff gleamed as he reached for the camera. The dusky bud of her asshole was visible. It was nestled shyly between the creamy globes of her ass. Max felt his cock pound at the thought of drilling her tight cunt.
Kim's innards sizzled as she heard the camera recording her wanton exposure. She stared up at the ceiling and wondered what she was becoming. Max's ropes and chains were changing her from a dutiful spouse to a wanton whore. She had no choice, she had to do as Max ordered, of course.
She felt the air on her aroused twat and her ass. She remembered the way he had finger-fucked her. God, the feel of his finger in her cunt had sent waves of heat flaring through her while she stood there. She had felt the stale leftovers from their afternoon fuck drizzling out of her pussy all during dinner.
When he had presented her with the smelly evidence of their lust, she had inhaled deep lungfuls of the scent. She had sucked his finger clean of their soppings as hungrily as she had sucked his cock. She was a cock-sucker. Giving herself the name made her horniness increase.
He had driven his finger into her rear, too. The sensation of having her asshole violated had been so incredibly arousing it had left her dazed. She hadn't ever considered her shitter an erotic opening. She hated to think of it that way now. But she had to admit she wanted him to explore the greasy hole more, and soon.
Max moved around and took a photo of her gaping crotch. Her arms were pressing in on her tits making the valley between the soft mounds deeper and more exciting. Her tits were stiff pink buds. The ropes cunt into her wrists and ankles. The loose ends dangled from the unyielding knots.
Max was holding a banana in front of her. Kim stared at him and wondered what on earth he was doing. He peeled the banana and dropped the skin on the floor.
She figured out what he had planned.
She felt the banana touch her pussy, then it slowly slid into her ravenous cunt. She moaned with ecstasy at the slow invasion of her twat by the banana. She thought of how her golden-muffed cunt would look with the white fruit protruding, and she felt her cunt squeeze the banana.
Max's gut was a rock-hard knot of lust as he slipped the banana into his wife's slit. He did it slowly and carefully, afraid of breaking the fragile white shaft off in her hole. He saw her gut rippling with lust as she took the fruit. It jutted from her groin like a severed cock. He buried half the banana in her pussy, and then went to get the camera.
His prick aching with horniness, tugging at his gut, Max took a picture of his wife's slit fucked by the banana. Then, watching the way her chest rose and fell with ragged lustbreathing, he began sliding the fruit in and out of her hole, began stroking her toward a cumming.
"Oh, God," Kim moaned as she felt her cunt walls being stroked by the fruit. She strained to spread her legs wider, struggled to open her cunt more to the pumping banana. She visualized the fruit as he fucked her with it, and she felt her twat gush around it.
"A banana split, baby," Max noted lewdly.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered as she rose toward a cumming from the stroking banana. It was bigger, longer, harder than any cock could be, that was for sure. The pointy tip kept digging into the end of her cunt, while the rough sides rubbed her pussy to flame.
"Awwww, I'm cumming, Max! I'm cumming!" she wailed as her twat began to spasm around the slowly-stroking fruit.
Max rammed the banana full depth into his wife's fountaining cunt, and he reached for the camera. He caught the flaring hot pink of her climaxing pussy-folds embracing the banana. He caught the flush on her belly and breasts, caught her cunt clenching around the fruit. He caught the lust twisting her face as she climaxed. He wished he had recorded the sounds of her cumming.
He noticed that her spasming as it was slowly squeezing the banana out. As he watched, her contractions forced the fruit out of her pussy. It dropped to the shining table with a soft thump. Impulsively, he picked up the banana and took a big bite from the cum-slick end. The taste of banana mingled with cum was unlike anything he had ever tasted in his life. The flavor of her juice complimented the rich sweetness of the fruit.
"Dessert, baby," Max told her, offering her a bite of the sticky fruit. "Hold it in your mouth a minute."
She obeyed, and he took a picture of her sucking the cummy fruit. Then he took the banana out of her mouth.
"Oh, God, Max, I'm such a slut," Kim whimpered as she struggled weakly against the ropes lashing her arms to the table.
Max chewed a bite of banana thoughtfully as he studied her helpless lust. "I'm not done yet, baby," he warned.
"Oh, God, I hope not," Kim sighed.
He leaned casually against the sideboard. His cock tilted out heavily. "How about we have Bob and Eva to supper sometime this week?" he asked.
"Okay," Kim agreed, obviously puzzled by the abrupt change of subject.
Max offered Kim a bite of the banana as she lay helplessly on her back. "Thought maybe Bob would like to see the pictures."
Kim gulped. "Oh, no, Max! No!"
"Why not, baby? Don't you think he'd like 'em?"
"You know he would. But you know how I feel around him."
"Shit, baby, he just scares you 'cause he gives you the hots," Max noted.
"I know it."
"He's got the hots for you, too," Max added. "Nothing he'd like better than a chance to fuck that cunt of yours."
"But…"
"After all," Max went on, "seems only fair since I've had his wife."
"But that was before she became his wife," Kim pointed out sharply.
Max grinned coldly. "Think how he'd enjoy seeing you with a banana sticking out of your twat. Think of the ideas it'd give him, baby."
"Oh, Max, you wouldn't really, would you?" Kim whimpered.
Max's eyes were as hot as his balls. "I will if I want to, baby. And you know it."
Kim's eyes filled with tears. "I'd die, honey, I'd just die. And, if… if you… did something with Eva…"
Max thought of Eva, and thought of getting another shot at that lovely black-bushed cunt of hers, and his cock drooled. He thought of watching Bob vent his lust on helplessly-bound Kim and his nuts surged with excitement.
"You won't do it to me, will you, Max?" Kim pleaded desperately. "Please say you won't."
Max decided to soothe her for now. "We'll see how we feel that night. Okay?"
"Well, okay," Kim agreed reluctantly. "Uh, Wednesday night?"
"Wednesday night is fine," he agreed. "I'll call them now."
Getting the telephone from the living room, pulling the extension cord along behind him, he dialed Bob's number as he walked. Kim felt her guts sizzling as she lay there, so incredibly exposed and helpless. She felt like she could be seen over the telephone.