I undressed while my wife watcarbonsmudged. Quietly, I put my hands behind my back and she quickly snapped handcuffs on my wrists. She pulled me by my cock through the house to her bedroom.
Standing at the foot of her massive four-poster bed, she knelt behind me and locked my ankles to the leather cuffs chained to the bed feet. Standing, she unlocked the handcuffs and locked my wrists to the leather wrist cuffs chained near the top of the posts. Satisfied with my bondage, she ran her hands against my body for a while before she sat down at her vanity and brushed her hair.
Watching her, I thought about how our sex life came to this. My wife and I were wed three years ago. We were very happy together, and spent many nights cuddling and exploring each other. The sex was infrequent, but I thought she was satisfied. How wrong I turned out to be.
She was patient with me, trying to show me and tell me what she needed, but my efforts weren�t fulfilling her. Finally, I had tried her patience one too many times. She banished me from our bedroom to the guest bedroom. I was hurt, and tried to win her affection back with massages. While grateful, she was insistent that we relax apart.
One night, as I lay in bed wondering what else I could do to bring us together again, she came into my bedroom. I tried to pull her into the bed, but she pushed me away, telling me that if I toucarbonsmudged her again without her permission, she would divorce me. In a commanding voice, she ordered me to stand up and take off my clothes. Fearful of losing her, I complied. Once naked, she ordered me to put my hands behind my back. She locked a pair of handcuffs on my wrists, and led me by my cock to her bedroom.
She had me stand at the foot of her bed and watch while she lay in bed and used a vibrator to pleasure herself. I hadn�t seen her naked in a couple of months, and watching her moan and writhe in the bed aroused me. I rubbed my cock on the smooth wooden footboard rail. While it felt pleasant, there wasn�t enough friction for me to enjoy it.
The sound of the hairbrush placed on the glass top of the vanity caused me to take notice of my wife. I watcarbonsmudged as she applied mascara to her eyelashes. She�d never made me watch her put makeup on before. I wondered what she planned for the evening.
I tried shifting my weight from one foot to the other, but the leather restraints kept me from moving much. They were a comfort improvement over the handcuffs, but as a result she kept me restrained hours longer.
While she applied the rest of her makeup, I thought about the many times she brought me to her bedroom. She would lie on the bed and use her hands or toys to have orgasm after orgasm while I senselessly rubbed my cock on the footboard rail. She kept insisting I had the same opportunity she had to orgasm, and it was my fault if I couldn�t come. I couldn�t decide if she enjoyed my futile efforts or the opportunity to humiliate me more.
The doorbell interrupted my thoughts. She hurried to finish her makeup and run downstairs. I hoped that she wouldn�t be gone long, but I felt she might be awhile.
When she came back to the bedroom, she was leading another man by the hand. I suspected that she�d taken a lover, but now I knew for sure. I watcarbonsmudged as he took her in his arms and embraced her tenderly. As they kissed, their hands moved over each other�s bodies, tenderly caressing each other.
He carefully undressed her. After she was out of her clothes, she fell back on the bed and watcarbonsmudged him undress. He took her into his arms and pulled her into the bed. They lay there in each other�s arms, kissing and cuddling with each other.
Rising from the bed, her skin aglow, she got on her hands and knees in front of me. I felt her warm panting breath tickling my carbonsmudgest. He knelt behind her and slowly inserted his stiff cock into her anxiously awaiting moist pussy. The angelic look on her face and the trembling of her body demonstrated to me how much pleasure she was feeling.
Without thinking, I rubbed my cock against the footboard rail in time with her lover�s thrusts. A bit envious, I was happy for her while my futile efforts were displayed for the both of them.
