Wanda jerked up her legs and locked them tightly around his waist, kicking and screaming wails of joy. She'd grown bored with her husband Jack and the dull sameness of their love-making. Often she had dreamed of fucking another man, but her strict upbringing held her back. Her mother had harped endlessly on the evils of sex outside of marriage. On her own, Wanda might never have given in but in bondage she felt free. She could not have resisted the distinguished dentist if she had tried. With her wrists cuffed to the unyielding arms of the chair, she could only lock her legs and rock her hips in joyous response to his driving cock.
When the savage fury of his fucking stirred buried waves of guilt, Wanda had only to squeeze the rubber bulb. Then she drifted in a mellow haze, free to fuck and enjoy being fucked.
"More!" she cried. "Ooooooh, fuck me, Doctor – fill my hole!"
Wanda's husband Jack was sprawled in front of the TV when she returned smiling three hours later. He was listlessly sipping a beer and watching pro football on the flickering tube.
"That must have been some hole the dentist had to fill," he said, hardly looking up.
"Yes… it took a long time." Wanda could not stop grinning.
"Hurt much?"
"A little, at first…" Her grin grew wider still. Her memories of pain grew dim in the heat of raging joy. "…but Dr. Jarrod has a way to ease the pain."
"Hhhmnun," Jack said, his eyes still glued to the tube. It was halftime and the screen was filled with a long line of high-kicking cheerleaders in short skirts. He hadn't even looked at Wanda whose eager cunt still seethed with desire.
"Ever think about fucking one of them?" she asked out of the blue.
"Huh?" Jack said, not certain he'd heard correctly.
"Do you ever think about fucking one of those sexy young cheerleaders?"
"Er, no. Shit, Wanda… we're married."
"We might as well be dead," she replied in a sullen tone.
"What? Wanda, have you gone crazy?"
"No, I think you have. If you can't get your cock up for someone as sexy as that redhead third from the end…"
"All right!" He decided to tell the truth. "Sure I think about fucking them! I think about it every fucking time I see them jiggle their tits and kick their long legs in those short little skirts."
"Which one would you pick?"
"Hell, I don't know. The blonde maybe or that one with the long, black hair. Shit, it doesn't matter. Women like that never fuck with ordinary working guys like me."
"What if she had no choice? What if you had one of them tied to the bed, her arms and legs roped so tight that she could hardly move?"
Jack looked up then, puzzled by the strange grin on Wanda's trembling lips and the lusty gleam in her flashing eyes.
"That gas the dentist uses made you crazy," he said. He gulped then and felt his cock start to swell. What would it be like to have one of those beautiful cheerleaders naked and helpless? And if he could have his choice, which one would he pick?
The camera moved down the long line of high kicking beauties again, and Jack felt his cock throb in time with the stirring music of the band. Wanda's suggestion that the cheerleader be bound and helpless excited him wildly in a way that was completely new.
Jack had not felt such a raging fuck-ache in his nuts fat many years. Marriage had dulled his senses, and eventually his desire. Wanda was willing enough, but their fucking had become so much the same like watching the same movie night after night. Even the words she chanted in the heat of passion had become the same, almost like she was reading from a script.
But now something had changed. Wanda was standing by the TV, doing her best to match the high kicks and tit-jiggling gyrations of the cheerleaders. When she snapped up a long, tapered leg, Jack could see into the dark, lace trimmed valley of her crotch.
Wanda's long hair flounced in teasing swirls, reaching clear to the crack of her ass when she threw her head back. That motion thrust out her sharply coiled tits, almost like they were begging to be sucked and squeezed.
"If you picked me, I'd tell you to fuck-off!" she said.
"What?"
"I'd do with that defensive tackle instead. A six foot six, and three hundred pounds! Think what a cock he must have!"
"You bitch! What's wrong with my cock?"
"Oh, nothing… I guess." Wanda's flashing eyes followed the TV image of the burly lineman. "Three hundred pounds," she said in curious admiration. "With all that weight on top of me, I could hardly move."
"What's all this shit mind-fucking some ape on the TV tube?"
"Well, you sit there drooling and thinking about fucking a whole line of cheerleaders!"
"That's different!" Jack stirred uncomfortably in the chair, adjusting the hard swelling of his aching cock. "What's gotten into you anyway?"
Wanda kicked high again, ginning slyly. "Oh, baby… if you only knew!"
Jack tensed and sniffed. His wife's efforts to match the cock-teasing motions of the cheerleaders on TV spread the musky scent steaming from her cunt. "I smell cum!"
"Yeah," Wanda said without concern. "Dr. Jarrod filled two holes today."
Jack jerked upright. "You fucking whore!"
"I couldn't help it – he had me strapped in the chair. I couldn't move."
"I'll bet you managed to move your fucking cunt!"
"Oh, yeah."
Jack leaped up and grabbed Wanda by the arm. "I ought to knock your fucking teeth down into your fucking cunt!"
Wanda's eyes flashed in defiance. "If you did, I'd bite your cock off!"
He grunted, swinging a vicious back hand slap. Wanda's head snapped hard to the side. She stumbled and sank to her knees. She anxiously worked her jaw, testing, and she rubbed her blazing cheek. Behind the shield of her hand, she managed to smile. She'd never seen her husband so excited. His huge cock bulged inside his pants, and she could hardly wait to see what he did with it.
Two long, fluffy white cords held back the living-room drapes. Jack pulled and jerked them free, almost ripping the drapery rod off the wall.
"Jack… for God's sake, don't wreck the house!" Wanda slowly dragged herself to her feet.
"It's your whoring cunt I'm going to wreck!"
"Aaagh!" she gasped. He pushed her back, her knees buckled when she hit the end of the coffee table and she sprawled on it, thumping her head and spilling waves of long hair down on to the floor.
Jack pounced, steaming with rage. He grabbed her arms again.
"So the fucking dentist tied you up," he said. He knotted one cord around her wrist, grunting with satisfaction as he jerked it tight. He rolled that arm to the table leg, then caught the other and tied it on the far side.
Wanda tensed her eyes wide, startled by the hidden power of his sullen rage. She'd made him angry with her taunting, and he had a right to be.
With her arms securely tied near the floor to the table legs, she began to wonder fearfully what he might do.
Jack swung around to the other end of the table. He shoveled his hands under her ass and lifted it. He grabbed a sofa pillow and stuffed it under her ass that hung off the table edge.
"I don't want to bruise your pretty little ass," he said in sneering contempt, "because after I fuck your cheating cunt, I'm going to whip it black and blue!"
Wanda gasped, half in the heat of lust, half in the chill of fear. Jack grabbed her legs and bent them back under the table, then he took the long white cord and bound each one to a heavy table leg.
With her ass upraised by the thick pillow, and her legs bent back almost double, Wanda's pink cunt lips lay fully exposed in an ideal position for a deep, reaming fuck.
Jack stood by the end of the table and stripped off his clothes, baring his long, swollen cock. He laughed as he stroked the throbbing monster.