Tied To The Table

One evening my husband Tom asked if he could tie me
naked to the kitchen table and fuck me. It seemed a bit
silly but if that would make him happy, I didn’t mind.
He stripped me naked, blindfolded me and put a gag
around my mouth. Bent me forward across the table,
spread my legs wide and tied each ankle to a table leg.
I was laying across the table with my arms either side
of my head and my hands clutching the far edge of the
table (It was a narrow table.). He then put rope around
my wrists and tied the ends of the rope to the table
legs on the far side. When I was trussed up like that,
I found it to be quite stimulating. Especially with my
legs pulled wide open, I could feel my pussy lips being
stretched open as well and this was causing my juices
to flow. He gave me a good fucking and I quite enjoyed
it and he was really thrilled by it.

The following week he had a few days off work, so on
the Wednesday morning, he asked if he could do it
again. I said don’t you think it’s a bit early in the
day. But as he was obviously feeling randy, I agreed.
He tied me as before, including the blindfold and gag.
He had just started fucking me, when the phone rang. We
have a wall mounted phone and he could reach it without
breaking his rhythm. It was Alice from over the road,
her husband Bill was trapped under a load of lumber,
not hurt but couldn’t get out. So Tom said that he
would go over and help.

“I won’t be long.” he said to me.

I replied “Wumf Umfl argh wwwff.” which meant untie me
but with the gag in my mouth I couldn’t speak.

“It’s OK, I’ll only be a few minutes.” and off he went.

I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to
be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my
bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the
postman looked through the letterbox, he would see
right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to
turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought
that I heard a squeak, then another, then another; then
it stopped.

Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden open
but I wasn’t sure. Then I felt hands on my hips and
something rubbing across my pussy lips. Oooh it did
feel nice. Tom must have come in the back way and was
continuing where he had left off.

Oh yes, I was enjoying this feeling as the cock started
to push it’s way between my lips and go deeper inside
my pussy. In, out. In, out. Gently fucking me deeper
with each stroke. Then faster and faster, my climax was
building as the cock shot it’s hot spunk into me. My
climax kicked into action as I came and came.

It was lovely, Tom had never fucked me so delightfully

I said “Wumf Umfl argh wwwff.” But there was no reply,
only the sound of the door opening and closing. I
couldn’t understand what Tom was up to but I just lay
here revelling in the after glow of a good fucking.

Then I heard the door again, then hands on my hips, a
cock entering my pussy but his time it was a fast and
furious fuck. It got me going but I didn’t reach a
climax. The cock shot its hot spunk into me, then
withdrew. Then another set of hands, another cock
entering my sloppy pussy. What was going on here? Who
where these people? What was Tom up to? As this new
cock pushed its way into me, I could feel the walls of
my pussy being stretched wider and wider. It must have
been a very thick cock, it felt wonderful.

I had never felt so full before. I just relaxed and
enjoyed the sensation of being used and stretched by a
strangers cock. I climaxed 3 times before the huge cock
shot it’s hot spunk inside of me. It withdrew, I heard
the door, then quiet. I must have been there for
another 15 minutes when Tom returned full of apologies
for being so long. He untied me and straightened me up,
saying that I must be stiff being left tied in that
position for so long. He made no mention of anyone else
being here, so if he hadn’t arranged it, who was it. I
said I was feeling stiff and would go and have a hot
bath to relax. In reality I wanted to wash out all the
spunk in me before Tom noticed.

It was as I lay relaxing in the bath that I heard the
same squeaking that I’d heard just before being gang
banged. It was the window cleaner, of course, it’s
Wednesday morning. he always comes every other week at
10am Wednesday mornings.

Two weeks later, just before 10am on Wednesday morning,
Tom was back at work and I was alone in the house. I
went to the kitchen and tied rope around the table
legs, put on a blindfold and gag and lay across the
table as before. I just wrapped the ropes around my
wrists and held the ends in my hands. And waited. (I
didn’t bother about tying my ankles.) After a few
minutes I heard the door, then I felt the hands, then
the cock entering me. My husband had unwittingly
started me off as a gang bang slut but now I love it,
can’t get enough strange, unseen cocks using me,
fucking me; emptying their lovely spunk into my eager
cunt. Each Wednesday they brought more men. Last week I
counted 10 cocks fucking me. I don’t know if it was 10
men or just some of them having 2 goes at my eager

I left a note taped to the window, it read: THESE

It’s now almost 10am Monday and I’m just going to put
on my blindfold, (I don’t use the gag anymore as the
men like to fuck my throat.) and lay over the kitchen
table and wait to be shagged rotten.

Isn’t it funny how things turn out, it was my husband
who wanted me to be tied up and fucked and now I have
lots of lovely cocks using me and he doesn’t know. Be
careful what you ask you wife to do or she might enjoy
it more than you know.