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Bound To BBC a Cuckold…With Seconds

It started as just an ordinary Friday evening at home for Lexie and myself. Lexie busied herself watching her favorite TV shows while I sat at my computer, alternately surfing the net and working on various projects for work. Much to my delight, it did not stay ordinary for long. It was to become one of the most memorable sexual experiences of our lives.

Lexie sauntered over to where I sat at my desk in our bedroom. She had a look of lust in her eyes such as I had not seen for some time, they had a sparkle of intrigue. I began to get the feeling I was in for one hell of a ride this evening. I was looking forward to it. ”Are you feeling frisky tonight?” She purred into my ear. I didn’t need to answer; the growing bulge in my pants spoke for me as the sexual tension began to build up in me. I still get the same excitement making love to my 34 year old wife as I did when we dated 5 years ago. Her warm, soft eyes, athletic body that she keeps in shape, C-cup breasts, blond hair and neatly shaved pussy are always a delight to make love to.

She bent to me and kissed me deeply, taking a seat on my lap as she did so. Her feminine musk filled my nostrils. Our tongues sought each other with urgency. All the while, our hands were frantically searching out body parts and erogenous zones. My head was swimming in excitement, passion, and yes, lust. Before I knew it, I was relieved of every stitch of clothing. There I sat in my leather office chair, stripped bare, exposed, excited.

In a moment of clarity I realized that Lexie was not nearly as undressed as I. I reached out to begin to rectify that situation. At least I tried to reach out. It was at that time I realized that not only was I nude, my arms were also tied to the chair. Immobilized, I was helpless. My bonds felt strangely familiar. I turned to see what was holding me, finding the soft silky lengths of fine sheer stockings that held me bound across my biceps to the arms of the chair. Lexis had started the game, and I was keen on finding out where this would lead. I offered no protest or resistance.

She stood then and began to dance seductively, turning on the stereo as she did so. As she danced she began to strip, ever so slowly. Her blouse, bra and pants came off to her seductive sways to the music. Then it was time for her panties. Our eyes met as her lips formed a tiny smile, with that she spun around and bent over. Still swaying to the music, she hooked her index fingers into the top sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her shapely legs, exposing, briefly, her feminine vertical crease to me.

There I sat, mesmerized by her beauty, my member aching with desire and straining to reach her for release. Lexie picked up her panties and walked toward me. My beautiful wife, nude, one hand on her shapely hip, the other hand holding her panties, allowed me a few moments to drink in her beauty. Then she took a final step toward me. She dangled the panties directly in front of my nose, the scent of her sex driving me wild. Mere inches in front of me now, she turned and walked away, tossing her panties onto my chest as she did.

She entered the bathroom connected to the master bedroom and was gone for several minutes. When she returned she was wrapped in a towel, her hair was wet, dripping onto her soft sexy shoulders. She hung up the receiver for the cordless phone (when did she grab that?). Lexie then sauntered over to the large wall mounted mirror on the wall, ignoring my helpless condition. While I watched, she dropped the towel and began blow drying and brushing out her hair. When that task was complete, a light coat of make-up came next. It was nothing extravagant, really, just a little blush and some sexy red lipstick. She didn’t need more than that. For that matter, she didn’t even need that, but I can certainly appreciate the effort she was exerting on my behalf. Perhaps she had made reservations at a restaurant or even called for a cab to take us to that swingers club that we had been to a few times. Only recently had we begun to explore The Lifestyle with other couples.

With her make-up on and her hair properly primped, she picked up the towel and thoroughly dried herself before applying a coat of moisturizer to every inch of her already soft, touchable skin. Then she began to dress. A new outfit I had never seen before emerged from her drawer of delicates. A sexy black and red lace push-up Bra held her breasts oh-so firmly and enhanced her already ample cleavage. The matching thong slid up her long luxurious legs, over her hips, hiding her sweet spot but promising so much to come from her shaven nether regions. Next came the black Cuban-heeled stockings to complete the framing of her most womanly parts in such a fashion as to drive a man insane with lust. Finishing off the ensemble were a new pair of black high-heeled sandals.

Fully adorned and incredibly sexy, she began to strut (no she didn’t walk) towards me. Still helpless, but willing to await my mistress patiently, I sat and watched as she neared my silky nylon prison. I was anticipating a release, however, Lexie placed her index finger to my lips and said, “Say nothing and make no attempt to free yourself and we will both enjoy this night, it’s for both of us. It was you who first suggested The Lifestyle, now I have made arrangements.”

Tied to the chair, nude, I began to get nervous at this development. This is when I began to voice a protest. “What ARRANGEMENTS?”

Her finger still to my lips, ‘SHHhhush’ she replied. That is when she produced one last nylon stocking. One she had been saving. One that had been well and recently worn and still held the musty scent of her lovely feet. She balled up part of the stocking, placed it in my mouth and tied the ends to the back of my head. Then she took hold of my erection with her right hand and cupped my balls with her left. Softly she said, “I have picked out a partner for me, for us, to enjoy in our home without the public scrutiny of the Club. Don’t protest this; enjoy it with me”

I could not refuse or object. The Club had been my idea and I had enjoyed fucking several women as Lexie had only given oral sex. She said she did not want to screw in front of strangers. I guess she had now made her ‘arrangements’ with another man to share the privacy of our marital bed. Honestly, I was more excited than ever at this prospect. The word ‘cuckold’ flashed into my mind; I was about to witness my wife take a lover, of her choosing, in our bedroom while I was helpless bound. Lexie’s first cock, other than mine, to enter her since well before we got married.

DING-DONG!! The front bell.