I had awakened from my nap a few hours later to find that I was tied up to our bed!
“Lucy!” I yelled out. “Lucy!” I waited for her to come inside the room, but nothing. “Lucy! Where are you?!” She had tied me really good to our bedposts. My ankles and wrists were tightly secured with silk ropes. I pulled my wrists and ankles and nothing. I was bound and I soon realized that I wasn't going anywhere.
About fifteen minutes later, Lucy walked into the bedroom wearing a tight red dress with a plunging back and her cleavage showing. It was a tight number too and I could see every curve of her body. She looked amazingly hot!
“What the hell Lucy?!” I yelled at her, still trying to get free but with no success.
Lucy sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. I could see that she had on a pair of six inch stiletto heels on. “What’s the matter baby?” She teased me. “You don’t like me being in charge do you?” She ran her long red painted fingernails alongside my cheek on my face. “Tonight, you’re my sub and you need to realize that you no longer have any power or are in charge of this situation.” She stood up and walked towards the door and stopped and looked at me.
“I've read those fantasy stories on your websites and I have concocted one for you tonight; although, it’s not a story nor is it going to be a fantasy. Tonight is all about reality and the fetish you have introduced into our lives.” She then blew me a kiss and as she walked out the door, she said, “I won’t be out long. It shouldn't take too long to bring a guy home from the club.” Then she left.
Chapter 8: I parked the car in the airport parking lot and walked to the baggage claim and waited for Irene to come down the escalator.
Then my jaw dropped. Someone who resembled my wife began to descend the escalator with all eyes on her. A woman with fiery red hair cut into a short shoulder length bob with bangs, dressed in a short red mini dress that was barely covering her ass, wearing red high heels and black sunglasses, graciously floated down to the baggage claim area.
But, what I noticed the most was that her breasts were huge! I’m not too familiar with bra cup sizes but I think my wife wore a B cup. What she had now easily had to be a DD cup size. Her breasts bounced as she began to walk very sexily in her high heels.
As she approached me, she was wearing a smile and then it faded. Like she was remembering her old life or something and that I was still part of it somehow, whether she wanted me to be or not. She had a look of disdain on her face, but she still kissed me on the cheek, leaving a big pair of red lip marks on my cheek. She had on dark red lipstick. Irene never wore make-up, but she seemed to have an abundance of it on now.
Her eyelashes were long and thick; she had on thick eyeliner that made her eyes look like cat eyes and a shadow of darkness over her eyelids. She looked like she could be a model on the cover of a magazine. She looked amazingly hot.
Chapter 9: I was home for a couple of hours and then I heard the front door open and Anna came inside. I heard her giggling and another man’s voice. I was in the guest room, just in case she did bring a man home with her.
“So, are you married?” I heard the stranger’s voice say.
“No way. You think a man can tame me long enough to marry me?” Anna said in her sultry voice I immediately recognized. She had used it on me many times before.
“You’re so damn hot.” The stranger said. I knew my Anna was hot. She always gathered stares from men who looked at her for the first time. It was hard to take your eyes away from her.
I walked to the top of the stairs and watched as they held each other and kissed. I was beginning to feel jealous. I guess when she said she wanted sex with other men, I didn't fathom that kissing would be involved. But, then I thought to myself, of course it would be. It goes along with sex. I just thought in my mind that kissing was intimate.