Subject: Bondage Story- I tied up my wife and let my friend have her......................
From: writer@home (Unknown Author)
Date: Thu, Jan 22, 1998 22:12 EST
Message-id: <34c809a3.10911932@news.primenet.com>

   This is a true story.  What I did nearly got me a  me a divorce.  I
am not a good writer, so forgive the crudeness of my writing.   I am a
fairly sick bastard, I guess.  I have always had a perversion for
bondage type stuff, although  I’d never done any until this.  I have
done the play bondage fantasy things with my wife, like tying her
hands up with a bathrobe belt, spank her and pretend to force her to
fuck.  She is pretty submissive.   I had fantasized  often of watching
her strip naked in front of another man,  then get on her  knees for
him.  Getting a Internet account,  I started to look at porn a lot.  I
especially liked the amateur picture newsgroups. I thought about
putting some vidcaps on the Net, if I had the equipment.  Once for my
birthday she let me make a video of her stripping very sexy.   She
told me it was for my eyes only, and she trusted me.   She is
basically a "good" girl, but does like having sex  with  me , and  she
does orgasm easily.   Neither of us has cheated,  but I thought about
it a lot.

     One night I was fingering her, and she was not getting off, so I
suggested  that I tell her a dirty fantasy.  I told her in detail how
I would invite a friend over and she would strip for him and fuck him.
She got off well on that one.  I later asked if she would consider
going to amateur night at a titty bar and dance topless in front of
strangers for me, and she said she couldn’t do it.   But it planted
the seed in my  twisted brain.     

  My wife Jane is 26,  5’9", Brunette.  Shoulder length hair.   A very
cute , girl next door look.  She has big brown eyes that give her an
innocent look.   Her breasts are pretty big,  38 double D,  with just
the right amount of natural sag.  She isn’t fat,  but is a  big girl,
and very curvy.

  Jim,  Jimmy the Letch, my friend from work is in his late 30’s,
works out a lot and is pretty buff.  We have worked together for  6
years, and he is almost as perverted as me.  All we talk about at work
is about our sexual perversions, and discuss our sex lives with our
wives in detail.   Jim likes looking at my wife’s big tits when she
comes by the office.   His wife is very pretty and slim, but has
nothing up top.   I get to do my wife doggy style almost every time we
fuck, and he is jealous because his wife is so small and Jim is large
and she won’t take it that way because it hurts her .  He was supposed
to make a video of his wife stripping and we would trade,  but  he did
not have a video camera yet, and thought his inquisitive wife would
figure it out if he borrowed one.    I started asking him if he would
like to come over for a topless show by Jane, and he always said he’d
love to anytime.

  I decided I had to watch Jim have my wife.  She would never agree to
it,  so I figured  I’d have to tie her up.  And I would have to
convince Jim she wanted to do it.  For several months I  made up lies
to make him believe Jane was getting  more and more wild sexually.  I
told him Jane was fantasizing about being a sex slave for another man.


  I started building the equipment.  I took some thick leather I had
and made wrist and ankle cuffs.
I punched holes through the leather, and inserted small padlocks
through the holes to make the cuffs, then putting small chains on the
lock shackles with spring clips like on a dog leash  for restraint.  I
put a big eye bolt in the ceiling of my basement room.  We only use
this room to store old furniture and junk.  I then cut a 2x4 to attach
the short wrist chains, to keep her arms spaced apart.  I  then added
a long chain from a eye bolt in the center of the  board to run up
through the eye bolt in the ceiling,  and a hook on the wall to put
the chain on  raise it up and down .   I put  a thick 4’ x 8’sheet of
particle board on the floor under the "manacles"  and attached eyes
for the ankle cuff chain, spaced  to keep her feet spread apart some.
I got a old heavy wood desk dragged over and attached eye bolts so she
could be bent over and secured.  I  fixed a hiding spot to rig up my
video camera in some junk boxes.  I also arranged a spot where I could
watch from and not be seen by her.

  I was ready.  Jim and I had talked about this for a several weeks,
and tonight was the night.    
   I had a partial woody all day at the office, and couldn’t
concentrate on my work at all.

   I  took Jane out for dinner to a nice place, and told her how to
dress for me.  She had a black dress that contrasted her milky white
skin.  It was the spaghetti strap type, cut just above the knee and
showed some cleavage from those ample breasts.   Medium dark hose,
black strapless bra and panties.  She wore her bright red 2" heels,
which were the tallest she had because she was 5’9", and even with
these heels she was an inch taller than me.

    Jim waited by his phone with the excuse he had to help a friend
move some furniture that evening.  I called him from the restaurant on
our way out, and told him to come to my house in a half  hour.    When
we got home I led her straight  into the basement.  She smiled when I
showed her the stuff I made and started cuffing her.  As I said
before, we’d played around a many times before.  As I pulled the chain
and pulled her arms up over her head and took out some of the slack.
She asked me smiling "what are you going to do to me?"   She would
soon find out.

     I told her I was going to gag her, and  strapped on a  ball gag I
had ordered from a sex toy catalog.   I put  the strap under her hair
in back so it wouldn’t mess up her looks for Jim.  Then I blindfolded
her with a scarf.   Jane had a couple Marguerites at dinner, and  she
had to be  a little tipsy  because she seldom drank.  But she was not
drunk by any means.   I told her I had a surprise for her and was
going upstairs to get it.

   I found Jim sitting on my back porch.  He was drinking  from a
small bottle.  He said he was pretty excited and needed a few shots to
calm him down.  I reminded him  of his instructions of what I wanted
him to do.  We went over it quite a few times at work, and he knew
exactly what I wanted.  I had told him that Jane wanted to do this,
which was not true.  She did not know any of what I had planned.  Jim
thought  she agreed to playing out a fantasy , chains, gag and all.  
  I told him she was going to pretend to struggle, and to just keep
going, that she  wanted to  do it and would enjoy it.

   I looked at the small bottle of vodka Jim set on my kitchen
counter, and he had drank  a bit more than a couple of shots.  I told
him to follow me down to the basement. and be very quiet.  
I came back up to Jane and nibbled her ears from behind.  She arched
her neck in pleasure.  At this point she was still fully clothed
including those red heels.  Her  big tits looked great with her arms
pulled up over her head.  I slid my hand under her dress, and worked
her up till she was bucking a little, and was starting to get
aroused..   I asked her if she was a dirty slut and she nodded yes and
said a muffled "uh huh" through the gag.  I talked dirty like this for
a minute or so then asked her if she was ready to be stripped and
fucked.  "uh huh" she said. 

   I took off her  blindfold and she blinked, and then she saw Jim.
As long as I’ve worked with Jim, we never really socialized away from
work, and Jane only sees him a handful of times a  year  when she
stops by the office and at our office Christmas parties.  Her look of
surprise was replaced with a betrayed glare at me.  I said "honey,
I’m going to leave you and Jim alone, I’ll be upstairs."   I looked
back at Jim, and he had  a  silly grin on his face.  I grinned at him,
and walked  out of sight to the stairs,  then circled back to my
hiding spot.  I aimed the video camera remote and switched it on.

   When I got into position, Jim was already  kissing  her neck.  She
was struggling and thrashing, and  I could hear little muffled screams
.  I hoped it wouldn’t spook Jim,  But he had a didn’t seem too
concerned.  He was working  his way down to her cleavage,  and   I
thought  He must be smelling that perfume that she sprays all over her
chest to drive me wild.
  Then he must have remembered  what we talked about  what to do,
because he stopped kissing her and went to the desk and picked up the
sewing scissors I left along with the other things he would need.  He
stood in front of her and  was going to cut the straps of her dress,
but she was thrashing around too much , so he went over to the wall
hook and pulled hard on  the chain  to hoist her up some.  It
stretched  Jane’s  arms up tight and she was on tip toe now.  The
ankle cuff chains had only a small amount of slack when I put them on
her, and now they were pretty tight.  Jim  went around to her back and
unbuttoned the dress all the way to her waist.    Exposing her back,
He unhooked  the wide strapless bra.  Jane seemed to be shrieking "no,
no, no", and was really squirming, but was stretched so tight she
couldn’t move much.   He then went around to her front and cut both of
the thin dress straps,  then quickly  pulled both the dress and the
bra down to her waist in one motion.  Jane stood there trembling  now,
stripped to the waist,  her large tits heaving a bit as she breathed
rapidly.  She didn’t go out in the sun much, and she had no tan lines,
just  even, milky white flesh.  She had a look of  total embarrassment
on her face.  She had a big hang up about being seen naked, and will
only have a woman for her doctor.  Her eyes were starting to get that
shiny look from tears welling up.  I briefly thought that I should end
this right now, but I couldn’t .  I was hard as a rock and had that
really perverted feeling that this was a good thing.

  She certainly didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.   Her plump
breasts looked magnificent.  They thrust out proudly with her arm up
over her head like that.  Her nipples were starting to get erect  in
the cool air of the room.  Jim  put his hands on her waist.  Jane
shrieked, and pulled hard against the tight chains.   He moved his
hands up and down her sides,  then cupped them from the bottom and
lifted them up.  He began sucking like a hungry calf.   Jim’s wife was
pretty flat, and he hadn’t handles a big pair like this since high
school.

   Jim sucked her  tits for a while, then  got the scissors and cut
off the rest of the dress.  Jane had on those thigh high nylons  with
the elastic top cuff and no garter belt, and her black panties.  He
started at the top of the hose, cutting down to the ankle cuff  and
trimming away the excess, leaving the part below the cuff on her feet,
which were on tiptoe part way out of those heels.  He cut off  the
other nylon, then started to lick her calves from behind her.  He
moved up her legs,  kissing and licking her thighs up to her ass
cheeks  peeking out of the panties.  Then he went above the panties,
licking her ribs, back and breasts again.  During this, Jane was
whimpering  through the gag ,  and continued to struggle and pull
against the tight chains.   Jim spent a awful long time on her
breasts.  It looked like all the thrashing was tiring her.   Jane was
not very athletic, and did not have much endurance.
   Jane’s face  showed a look of fear and  humiliation, and tears were
welling up in her big, innocent eyes.

  Then Jim went over and dragged the heavy wood desk into position in
front of her.  I had set up my position for a good 45 degree view from
the front.  He loosened the chain from the wall and let her down with
a little slack.   He stood up on the desk, and unclipped the chain
from the eye bolt on the 2x4 that Jane’s wrists were cuffed to.  Jane
tried to pull when the chain was unhooked, and he was not expecting
that, and he nearly lost his balance and fell on her.  Jim is pretty
big and has powerful arms, so he hauled the board toward him and then
pushed it down to the desk top.  On the corners of the top of the desk
I had screwed in eye bolts, and  Jim unclipped the short wrist chain
from one side of the 2x4 and snapped it on the desk, then the other,
then tossed the board aside.

    I had removed the 6"  legs from the bottom of  the desk to make it
lower, so she would be bent over properly.  Her wrists were attached
at the desktop edge from the short side, right in the corners.  With
her ankles still chained to the sheet of  heavy particle board on the
floor,  Jim pulled the desk back some to stretch   her out a bit.
Just right.  Her  head was about  half a foot away from the edge of
the desk, with Jane holding herself up with the palms of her hands on
the desk edge.  She  could move back and forth some, but not much.  

   Jane still had that humiliated look on her face.  She dropped her
head down, and all I could see was the back of her head.  This made
her shoulder blades stick up a little, and her back looked very sexy.
I always loved to look at her back when I did her from behind, and now
Jim was going to do it too.   Her breasts hung down, and Jim started 
fondling them from my side, so I couldn’t see good.  He stopped, then
picked up the feather.  Jane is extremely ticklish.  I had told him
her most sensitive spot was her armpits.  She didn’t see it coming
with her head hung down like that.  He ran the feather along her side
and tickled her armpit.  She let out a muffled shriek,  and  thrashed
like it was a cattle prod.  He tickle-tortured her for a few minutes,
and she was pleading the whole time.  She had tears running down her
face, running her mascara some.  She was crying and begging him to
stop, and he asked her if she wanted a spanking instead.  He couldn’t
understand her answer, and neither could I, but he figured the answer
was yes.  He put the feather on the desk and  told her to get ready
for a spanking.     

       Jim picked up the tool I had put out for the spanking.  It was
a section of "Hot Wheels" toy car track,  bright orange in color,
about 3 feet long flexible but somewhat rigid plastic strip, from a
old set I had planned to sell at a garage sale.  He got up behind her
and told her she was a bad slut for almost making him fall off the
desk.  He told her that he was going to remove her panties and give
her a bare ass whipping.

  Jim cut the panties down both sides and pulled them off.   He raised
the "whip" and  brought it across her ass.  It made a little smacking
sound, but Jane didn’t seem to respond at all.  I thought she might
have been desensitized a bit from the tickling .  Jim raised it high
now, and really let it fly.  It cracked loudly, and she jumped a bit
and made a shriek.  He nailed her a good dozen times.
 She had dropped her head limply down again, sobbing.   I wished Jim
would  stop whipping her now.   He finally stopped  after a dozen more
lashes,  and  he reached forward and grabbed the back of her hair, and
made her pull her head up.  Jane’s face was dripping tears, and the
look of total humiliation and pain on her face should have made me
ill,  but it almost made me come.  From my angle I could see the sides
of her ass were a little rosy.    Jim let go of her hair and her head
dropped again,  and  her whimper was soft now.  Jim told her to
prepare for more whipping,  and started to unbuckle his wide leather
belt and pull it off.   Holy shit, what was he going to do, peel some
flesh?  That damn belt had a metal tip!   I  grabbed a small bolt from
a can nearby my hiding spot, leaned around my blind and threw it at
him.  It hit his leg as he was about to let her have it with the belt.
He looked over and I motioned "no way".
   I think he realized he was getting too wild, and  tossed the belt
aside.  Jane did not see me, with her head down like it was.   

     Jim took some cushions off a nearby couch, and stacked them on
the floor between Jane’s legs.  He laid on his back and slid under
her, and began licking her  snatch.  Jim had told me he was a oral
expert.   My problem is, and I know it strange, but I have a strip of
flesh connecting from the bottom of my tongue to the floor of my
mouth, preventing  it from sticking out more than half inch.  My
brother and dad have the same thing.   I can’t do oral sex worth a
damn.  It hurts like hell after only a few minutes of trying to hold
my tongue out.  Jane often told me  her boyfriend
before we married was good at oral sex , and  would eat her for hours.
She wanted me to do it to her, and tried to encourage me, but we
pretty much gave up years ago.

   Now Jim was slurping that long tongue like a horse on a salt lick.
He kept going for quite a long while.   Jane had stopped making any
sounds, and her head came up level.  All I could see was the top of
her head.    Jim kept slurping, hands pulling down on her ass.  After
a quite a while, Jane’s hips started to gyrate a tiny bit.  A few
minutes later she was humping his face harder and she started moaning
softly.  She lifted her head back with her eyes closed, and had that
"pre orgasm" look on her face.  She was moaning and bucking  now.  Jim
held on tight, and kept licking.  She was really bucking hard now, and
then she came.  It seemed to come in a violent spasm, and she threw
her head back and screamed  through the gag.  She seem to have a wave
of orgasms, her body tensing up for a second, then relaxing , then
tensing again.  The waves continued  for quite some time, much longer
and  much harder than I can ever remember.  Jane stopped grinding now,
and Jim slid out from under her.  His face was completely drenched
with saliva and juices.  Jane settled down, and she was breathing
hard.  I could hear  her breaths  rushing in and out of her nostrils,
and I hoped she didn’t hyperventilate and pass out.

   Jim tossed the cushions  aside, and walked around to the  side of
the desk at the front of Jane.  He picked up a towel I thoughtfully
had set out .  As he wiped his face off, he asked Jane if she liked
it,  she looked up at him  and moaned something  I couldn’t
understand.  She always got a little dizzy after a good orgasm.    She
just  looked at him with a dazed look, as he took off his shirt,
pants, socks and shoes.  His boxers had  a huge bulge.  I had never
seen him except fully clothed, and he was a fine specimen.  He has a
flat stomach, broad shoulders and bulging biceps.  While Jane stared
at him,  he pulled down his shorts and out sprang his rock hard cock.
Jesus, it was easily twice the size of mine, in both length and
thickness.    A true 10 incher!    Jim told her he was going to fuck
her like a wild dog.  

   Jim walked around behind her, inserted his cock and started to work
it in.  Jane jerked her body as he entered her, and fear flashes
across her face. She was probably pretty  wet from the tongue lashing,
and Jim did not use the KY jelly I had set out.  As he finally got
halfway in, he realized 5’9", long legged Jane  was too tall for the
optimum angle of thrust for a  good stand-up fucking, especially in
those heels.  He looked around and saw a  aerobic step platform.  When
he pulled out of Jane there was a pop like a Champaign cork.  He got
the step in position, then re-mounted  her.
  She had her head straight out horizontal so all I could see was the
top of it, and the side of her face.  She made a grunt each stroke as
the huge cock spread her like never before.  Soon he was stroking
slowly all the way in and out.  Jane seemed to settle in and take it
like a woman, looking  up from time to time with kind of a ashamed
look on her face, with a wince of pain now and then.    Jim noticed as
he stroked faster that  her breasts would swing back and forth.  He
would drive in all the way and lean forward to grab them, then short
stroke a few times before letting them drop and resume the full
stroke.   Jim had told me many times that he could hold off  coming
forever if he wanted, and was proud of his ability to fuck for hours.
I think he was determined to fuck her to another orgasm.  She never
came twice for me, but then I really never try.  Jane comes easily,
and we usually only take 30 minutes from start to finish  when we
fuck.  
    
    I was watching my wife get raped, and it  made me feel so good.
Jim continued his stroking for quite a while, and then started to make
a grinding motion on every bottom stroke before pulling back.  Jane
started to gyrate her hips and move with him.   I could see her slowly
building up to another orgasm.  Jim could tell she was about to come,
and he was nailing her full speed now, her ass making a slapping sound
at the bottom of each furious stroke.  He was literally lifting her up
on her tip toes with each stroke, making her ankle chains tight.  If
she hadn’t been chained, she would have come off the ground much
higher.   She was screaming unintelligibly through the gag  like a
porn flick whore now.  I wished I could take out the gag and hear it
full volume.  Jane came again,  her head  back and eyes closed.  She
stopped  humping her hips and Jim slowed up the stroke, and then
pulled out.    Her body seemed to sag, and her head hung down limply
again.  She was spent emotionally and physically, but Jim had not
allowed himself to orgasm yet.  

    Jim picked up the KY jelly and slathered his purple cock.   He got
back up on the step, and spread her ass again.  He told Jane he was
going to fuck her in the ass.  Jim had told me he had never  fucked a
woman in the ass.   Jane tried to resist, but was too spent to do
much.  She had never had anal sex in her life either.   I tried to get
her to do it many times, but she always said no.  Jim worked it in
slowly.  Jane started crying in protest now, but softly.   Jim was
only in a little way now,  and Jane was sobbing quietly, head hung
down, no resistance left.   Jim stroked very carefully and slowly. He
pulled out and reapplied a large amount of the KY.   He stuffed it in
her again.  I think he was afraid he was hurting her, so he pulled
out, his stiff cock sticking straight out, pulsing up and down.

     He went around to the front of her.   Jane was still sobbing
softly.  He unchained her wrists,  and she collapsed down on her
knees.  He took one end of the dangling chain, and clipped it onto the
other wrist cuff  letting her hands drop into her lap.  Jim pushed the
desk away, and stood before the kneeling Jane.  She looked totally
vanquished.  Her makeup was all messed up from the tears, and she
looked at Jim with her teary big brown eyes, and  it was a pitiful
sight.     I had no idea what he was going to do next.   He  told her
he was going to tit-fuck her .  He bent down and smeared some of the
KY jelly between her breasts.  Jane’s hands were cuffed together but
loose,  but she made no attempt to bring them up from her lap to
resist him.   He  tried to get on his knees and put his cock between
her breasts, but it was too awkward.  He stood up, grabbed one of the
cushions and placed it behind Jane.  He lifted her up under the arms
and laid her back on the cushion.  Her ankles still chained to the
floor,  Jane was lying on her back  with her  red heels flat on the
floor, her knees bent up like she was going to do sit-ups.  Jim picked
up her hands and put them up over her head.  He straddled her on his
knees, and laid his cock between her breasts.  Jane’s tits had
flattened out some being on her back, but with her arms back like that
they still looked pretty plump.  He squeezed them around his cock, and
Jane then started to  raised her arms up.  Jim grabbed  her upper arms
and pushed them back down into the cushion,  telling her to keep them
down.  Her head turned to the side, and her eyes were closed.   Jim
had pumped her tits
for several minutes, then announced to her he was going to come in her
mouth.  He let go of her tits, and fumbled with the strap on the gag
with one hand, while he stroked his cock with the other.
  Oh shit, I thought,  he was told not to remove the gag!  What if the
neighbors herd her screaming and call the cops?   Jim popped out the
ball gag, but Jane didn’t scream, she was sobbing and taking in deep
breaths of air.  He crawled up on her until his knees were in her
armpits,  pumping his cock, his ass on her chest.  He grabbed a
handful of her hair and straightened her head.    The first squirt of
jism went right in her mouth.  Jane closed it, and  Jim squirted a few
more blasts in her face.  He raised up quickly and furiously  pumped
the last few squirts on her breasts.  When he let go of Jane’s hair to
do that,  she turned her head and spit out the come and started
sobbing again.  Jim  straddled her waist again, and was rubbing the
spunk all over her breasts,  and Jane started to bawl like a baby.

    I got up and went over to them.  Jim was still over her, and just
stared down at her in shock.  
When Jane saw me,  She really wailed.  She was crying , asking me how
I could do this to her,  how could I let Jim do this to her. Jim was
stunned.  He was saying he was sorry, and that I told him she wanted
to do this.  She told him to get the fuck out.  As  I unlocked her
wrist cuffs,  she was crying and saying that she hated me and I should
get the fuck out too, and never come back.  I unlocked then her
ankles, and she crawled over to what was left of her dress lying on
the floor, and she sat there and tried to cover up.    She looked so
betrayed and humiliated with that sticky come all over her face that I
felt sorry.  She got to her feet and ran  up  the stairs, clutching
her dress around her.  Jane’s ass was not covered, and was still
bright pinkish red from the whipping .  Jim dressed quickly and split
without a word.

   What a fuck head I was.  Did I just fuck up my life beyond repair?
I went upstairs  and saw one of  Jane’s red heels lying on the floor
where she lost it.  Our bedroom and the door was locked, and I could
hear the shower running.   I went outside and disconnected our phone
line, just in case she was going to call her mother or the police.   I
laid on the couch in the living room, listening to the shower run for
a long time, then fell asleep.    Jane did not come out of the bedroom
until  late the following afternoon. 

   Jane was pissed.  She said she could barely walk, and her asshole
hurt.  She wanted to know why I did it.  I told her it had been a
fantasy of mine for a long time, and I thought she would enjoy it
once it started.  She said I was fucking insane, and if I was going to
have any chance of staying married I was going to a psychiatrist.   I
agreed with her.   She said that she was so humiliated and ashamed
that she never wanted to see Jim’s face again.    I said, "  you did
have a good orgasm",
and she slapped me across the face.   Jane told me she felt like she
was being raped,  and tried to resist the arousal, but she was
helpless and couldn’t stop it,  and when she came, it was the most
intense orgasms she had ever had.   The she told me to get on my 2
month old Harley, ride it to the 
Dodge dealer, and trade it in on a white Stealth for her.  Fuck me, I
waited 2 years for that bike.   

   The Psychiatrist  is costing me plenty.  Jim thought he was going
to be arrested and his life would be ruined, so he don’t trust me
anymore.   We were shopping and bumped into Jim and his wife, and Jane
got choked up and looked so ashamed, and I excused us quickly.   I
have not had sex  for a long time.   She threw out my small porn
collection, and destroyed the stripping tape we made.  Luckily I had
made a copy to trade with Jim, which I doubt will ever happen now.
All I have now is the Internet porn which she doesn’t know about, and
the secret video I made.  It’s not bad.  I should have set the zoom a
little closer, but its still good.  I probably should get rid of it
but I just can’t. 

  Sharing my story with fellow perverts on the net will help me
through these times.  Please post a comment in the group, not by
e-mail, because I don’t want Jane to find out or I’m dead.