The Kinky Wife: Shared By Hubby, Ravished By His Friend

My name’s Jessica, and I’m a kinky wife.

Problem is? My hubby’s not so much into kink – I love a little submission, to be all bound and vulnerable, with hubby able to do just about anything he wants, to inflict any sensation he desires – pleasure, torment, the combination of sensual desire and agony, denial and release – truly whatever he wants, however he wants.

My hubby is willing to play a little here and there, to experiment some, but he’s not really into the hardcore stuff, not willing to push any limits.

So I decide to surprise him, give him a not-so-subtle hint that I crave more.

When he’s off to the gym working out, I pull out all of the little bondage toys I’ve collected over the last year, arrange them on the table for him to see, then I string myself up from the ceiling, hanging there without a stitch of clothing, absolutely and positively defenseless, unable to free myself, powerless to do anything but be a playground for any sort of lewd and debauched kinks he wants to inflict upon me.

Things are going just as planned until I snap that final buckle, push the stool away so I’m truly hanging there, without defense and hubby walks in…with his best friend, Daryl. 

Daryl’s big. I mean, my husband is a good-looking guy, fit and strong, but Daryl is big with wide shoulders and thick arms, muscles rippling under his dark, black skin. 

I am, of course, mortified.

And somehow, in some small way. the most aroused I’ve ever been.

It’s a good thing, too, because hubby definitely takes the hint…he goes all kinky on me, and he decides since he has the chance, he’ll share me with Daryl as well, doing things to me beyond my wildest dreams.

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