Just Desserts · Part 1 (1/3)
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I guess that you could say I get my just desserts.
My husband Jerry is pretty fair about it. He understands that every once in a while I'm going to sleep around on him. He tells me, "It's the price he pays for being married to a sexy blonde nymphomaniac." I don't think I'm a nympho, I just like sex and every once in a great while someone other than my husband catches my fancy and starts my juices flowing and I go get him. Ok – I'm weak in that area. But I keep Jerry, my husband, quite satisfied too. Maybe sometimes it's the thought of what he'll do to me when he finds out that makes me want to sleep around too. I get the choice of accepting a divorce or a punishment. He can be pretty imaginative when it comes to dreaming up punishments and they can be pretty wild. And if you couldn't tell by now, I really like wild.
This time I did it because the guy was an absolute hunk, real gorgeous, tanned and looked like his cock was ten inches long. It was, in fact, pretty close to that. Jerry was neglecting me a bit in my mind and I figured a punishment would perk up his interest in me. But if I had known all what I was in for I probably would have passed.
So here I lay, ball-gagged, staked-out, stark naked, face (and everything else) up, spread-eagle in our back yard, in broad daylight. My long blonde hair was scattered underneath my head and shoulders. My full-furred triangle was prominent with brown hair above long thin widely-spread legs. My medium-sized breasts only bobbled a little atop a lean tanned stomach as I breathed. My husband watched over me while waiting for a co-worker of mine, Brent, to arrive. I wasn't interested in Brent at all. Once Brent arrived, Jerry was going to walk away for over an hour after inviting Brent to do whatever he wanted to me! At least, with our eight-foot-high cinder block walls I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me. Except of course Brent, but that was sort of the point of all this. More on that later.
I've only slept around on Jerry four times in our five-year no kids marriage. The first time I did, he caught me and gave me the choice. He would leave me, or I could agree to whatever punishment he might decide. Of course I picked whatever punishment he wanted to give me. I wound up nude at night on a public beach, giving him blow-jobs and getting laid by him all night. Jeez, is that a punishment? If I wasn't naked and afraid someone would walk by and find me, I would have done all that, except for the naked part, after a couple of beers anyways.
The second time I accepted a punishment involved quite a bit more. He took me out dancing to a modern-dance club and bar. He gave me special instructions for midnight, otherwise I was on my own judgement. He gave me a real gauzy white blouse and skirt to wear, both of which buttoned down the front, and a tan silk teddy and micro-miniskirt-length slip underneath it. A slightly thicker jacket provided me with a little bit of modesty but not much. You could see my legs through the skirt just fine.
The teddy and blouse might as well have not been there, they were that thin; the fact they both matched my skin color did not help at all. He also had me wear some special bracelets on my wrists — they were fine enough to pass for jewelry, but strong enough that if you took a small lock and locked them together you would effectively handcuff me. He explained what he wanted me to do with them after midnight and I pretended to agree with suppressed reservations. He gave me the standard it's-this-or-a-divorce line, not knowing that I would have done it more or less for the asking. Besides the thought of all that he wanted to do to me got me plenty wet. I knew he would fuck me wildly for weeks when this was all over if I played my cards right.
We started dancing and drinking. I get my wildest and horniest when I get drunk and Jerry knows that. This is one of the reasons he gets me drunk so often. Jerry sat me at a table near the dance floor and never raised an eyelash when someone else came to ask me for a dance. I was instructed to say he was a gay friend that I brought along to keep an eye on me and make sure I didn't get into too much trouble because I was planning to get totally smashed and have a wild night tonight.
That excuse went over well, and as Jerry got me more and more lit, I cared less and less about him and modesty, as he knew I would. I was getting hornier by the dance, and although I really wanted Jerry to be the one touching me after a while since he wasn't touching me, I stopped caring about who was.
Around 10pm Jerry had me surrender my jacket to him. By that time, I was blitzed enough to not worry. I was out in public in little more than a slip and teddy, my nipples poked clearly into the teddy and the thin blouse didn't do much more than pass the outlines to the surface. The dress provided moderate cover in the darkness of the club, but in the bright lights that washed across the dance floor from time to time, it didn't provide much obstruction to other people's vision. With the loss of the jacket the male attention picked up which I was enjoying thoroughly. My attitude was starting to suffer a bit… If Jerry didn't want me there were plenty of men in the club who did. So around 10:30, I started leaving the concern at the table.
I started enjoying the dances, kissing the men I danced with if I wanted, and not being quite as uptight about where they held me. And most of them were not shy about it either. It felt good, having their hands caress me down my back and on my bottom. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and starting to feel quite wet and very warm during the slow dances.
Then around 11:15, Jerry ordered me to do something that made me stop. He wanted me to go to the ladies’ room and come back with the teddy and slip in my purse. When I got back to the table, I was to hand the teddy and slip to him for the rest of the night. He would go to a table a little further back on the dance floor and just observe from there on out.
If I hadn't been so drunk, I would have told him that I would prefer divorce to public nudity, but I was too drunk and too hot to care. I stopped plenty of conversations on the way back between the restroom and the table — I knew that there wasn't a bunch of light but there was enough light to see that the woman weaving back toward the dance floor was now completely and visibly naked under her see-through thin skirt and blouse.
The attention didn't in any way abate. If Jerry wanted to see me this way, if he wanted a show, I'd give him a show! Out on the dance floor the lights were bright enough that my remaining clothes hid nothing. I went out shaking everything I had, in for close touches (more like gropes) during the slow music, and for an hour I really never got to quite sit back down.
I found a gorgeous hunk named Phil. I was dancing with him when midnight passed. When the dance was over, I told him I was too woozy and thirsty to keep dancing, and was going to sit down. We went back to my table and Phil sat beside me. Jerry watched discreetly from several tables away.
I downed the first drink Phil gave me. As we waited, he used the opportunity to run his hands over my legs. I didn't object so after we ordered the drinks, he started unbuttoning the skirt from the bottom. I let him get all but the top two buttons, then firmly stopped him. He accepted this gracefully then as the drinks arrived, I spread my legs and he began massaging one of the best lubricated parts of my body.
I worked on the drink and let him work on me. I unzipped his pants and started stretching his quite-hard member under the table as well. Oooh I wanted to slip off to somewhere quiet and solve that problem! Then it was time to keep my midnight promise. I reached into my purse and pulled out a small padlock and key.
"Phil." I asked him as sweetly as I could through the alcohol. "I have a fantasy that I want you to help me with. Are you willing?"
His eyes popped up but otherwise he kept perfectly cool. "Anything. What do I need to do?"
"I've always wanted to be helpless in a public situation, where someone could do anything they wanted to me, and I couldn't do anything about it because if I did it'd raise a real public scene." I twisted the key to open the lock, then put the lock in his hand and the key on the table. "Lock my bracelets together behind my back with this lock." His eyes got wider. Put the key on the corner of the table beyond you. You can do anything you want to me — I can't stop you with my hands locked behind me. If you go too far, I could always raise the ruckus and call attention to us and then you'd have to explain why you are here with me handcuffed and in this outfit.
If I don't let you go far enough I know you can just pick up the key and walk away and I'm stuck with my hands cuffed behind my back in the middle of here with no way to get loose and if I drew attention to myself I'd suffer the embarrassment of everyone here discovering that I let my hands be cuffed behind me dressed like this. You could do anything you wanted to me, and I couldn't stop you. I'd have to be good so that you'd unlock me when you were done."
I turned away from him and stuck my wrists together behind me. After a second or two I felt him grab the bracelets, loop them through the lock and the click of it closing securely. I felt a rush of horniness wash over me as I realized just how helpless to his touch I now was. He smiled, put the key down at the corner of the table farthest from me but close to him. With my hands cuffed behind me there was no way I could get to it. He smiled and then with discreet boldness began rubbing my nipples through my dress.
There was nothing I could do to stop him as planned. I looked around, nobody seemed to be paying attention. I couldn't see Jerry but I was sure that wherever he was he could see all this. I just closed my eyes and felt the waves wash over me. I figured Phil would order me under the table and to take care of him with my hands still locked behind my back. It wouldn't be the first time I had given someone a blow job under a table in a public place. Or even the fifth. I had a very wild college life. Made my current situations look sedate.
I looked up and Phil had a broad smile on his face. My blouse was already unbuttoned to show maximum skin and he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons, then reached inside and openly cupped my breast.
I was uncomfortable and squirming for more than one reason but he took his time and had a nice, long feel. When he was done, he reached under the table and undid the last two buttons of my skirt. I really would have rather he had not done that since he could already get to everything of interest but I could do nothing to stop him. He lay the skirt open at my sides, so that I was still sitting on it like a blanket but it was covering nothing. He reached in and played with my pussy for a while. I leaned back, opened my legs and closed my eyes. He somehow knew what to do and was pushing all the right buttons. I felt myself starting to rise toward an orgasm that I knew I'd have right at the table. But I didn't care, I just let it happen and let him scratch the itch he was rubbing! But then he stopped and started tugging at the skirt as if to pull it out from under me.
"No!" I whispered. "Please no!"
Phil stopped, looked at me, then grabbed the lapels of my blouse. "Rise up off the skirt and let me have it. If you don't, I will pull your blouse down to your elbows and then take the key and walk away. You will be topless and visible to everyone. When they come to help you, they will not be able to miss that you aren't wearing the skirt anymore either. All the time someone tries to help you, you will be fully naked before them and probably everyone else in the building. Or you can give me your skirt. I'll play with you a while longer then release you and you can get dressed. If you aren't up off that skirt by the count of five, I'll pull down your blouse, take the key and leave…."
"Five… four… three.. two…" I could feel him getting a better grip on the blouse, preparing to yank it down. "One… " and I came up off the skirt. He released the blouse and whisked the skirt out from under me and put it on the seat on the far side of him. "Open your legs again." He ordered. I complied, about ready to come. Yeah, this is what I was talking about! He reached back between my legs, which I promptly opened for him, and he resumed his attack on my nether regions. It stopped a few seconds later when my orgasm bubble burst.
I managed to keep the racket down to a minimum. When I came down, he looked only a little embarrassed. I smiled and turned my wrists toward him, and he complied by taking the key and freeing me. I at his suggestion buttoned my blouse and skirt which he gave back to me. A few minutes later Phil asked me if I was ready to go. It wasn't part of the plan for me to go home with anyone, but Jerry and I had not really worked out an escape route. I looked over to where Jerry was sitting but only saw him for a second as he disappeared into the bathroom. Phil must be timing this, I thought, but I was far too drunk to argue.
What little arguing I was inclined to do faded away when I considered what an excellent cock I had felt on him and that I hadn't done anything for, or to him. I really wasn't in a mood to argue, but I was in even less condition to object as Phil helped me up and we started for the exit. I wasn't walking too well but I faintly remember us making it out the door. I walked in a fog to his two-seater sports car which took us to a fairly elegant house.
Jerry was going to kill me, but 1) I didn't care, 2) I could blame it on the alcohol and Jerry’s bad timing in going to the bathroom, and 3) with every passing minute I could see that huge bulge in Phil’s pants and I wanted his cock deep inside me more and more. At the entryway I started clawing at his sweater and pants, and he removed what little I had on. Our clothes did not go any further into the house than that.
We lay down on a beautiful bed in a spacious bedroom and with a little begging on my part he ravished me with the part of him I was looking for. He thrust hard into me, driving me up that wall for a second time but he came as I was getting ready to. I felt his cock twitch powerfully inside me, and felt his semen jet against my vaginal wall. Once he rolled out, he worked me over the edge with his hands and I never quite recovered from that orgasm until morning.
I awoke to him climbing on top of me and I could feel a fully hard cock between his legs and I wanted it again. I had a bit of a hangover but I rubbed him and whispered encouragement as he gave me my third earth-moving of the encounter.
Two hours and a nice breakfast later I left with his phone number and a promise from me to stay in touch that we both knew I wouldn't keep. I felt both exhausted and completely sexually satisfied.
The third time wasn't anywhere near as fun. I had gone out to a company party that was employees only so Jerry wasn't there to keep an eye on me, and in what he termed "intentional bad judgement", I got tipsy. I’d never admit it but he was right. When I get tipsy, I get horny. And there was Holland, this blonde guy in IT who was tall, thin, and muscular and from what I could tell looked like he was likely above-average in the personnel department. I took him into a quiet, comfortable place upstairs and found out and he was indeed "above average" both in size and in his ability to use it. I remembered the sex but didn't remember the drive back to my house or crawling into bed at all.
Jerry found out the next morning when I woke up and the alcohol had worn off. I went straight to him and started begging his forgiveness but he said he already knew. Even if someone at the party hadn't tipped him off the cum leaking out of my pussy last night that he hadn't put in there would have. He wasn't happy.
So we wound up going on a hike with a couple of his friends. I was told before we started and of course agreed that I would do anything they said. To me this meant group sex once we got to the river. As I found out it also meant decreasing clothes the closer to the river we got. And fewer clothes didn't mean they took it off me and held on to it, fewer clothes meant that we left it on the trail cached just somewhere out of sight. Just before we got to the river handcuffs were added. And the guys spent the afternoon there at the riverside, drinking and me, naked the whole time except for shoes, servicing the four of them in every way they wanted. Except for leaving the clothes on the trail part, all in all a fun afternoon.
Meanwhile, back to our back yard. Brent had arrived. Jerry told him that I had behaved badly to him at the party this weekend. I had asked him to set me up like this as an apology and to tell Brent that I wanted to invite him to take whatever revenge he felt like until he felt properly apologized to. This was a total lie but as I was gagged, I couldn't make any corrections. Jerry looked down at me. He told Brent he would be going to a store to pick up something for me and named the store. The nearest store of that type was about twenty miles away, so he would be gone for over an hour. As far as Jerry knew no one would disturb Brent over that time.
The rules were that he could do anything he wanted to me, even hurt me, but nothing permanent or scarring. There were some toys in the canvas sack beside me and he could use anything in there he wanted. Jerry said I was on the pill so Brent needn't use a condom unless he wanted to. I wasn't but I was in my off-cycle so it was ok. Jerry said he would prefer the ball gag stayed in place but that was up to Brent. I didn't necessarily need to be untied when Brent was finished, that too was up to him. Then Jerry walked through the side gate that Brent had entered through, climbed into his truck, fired it up, pulled out to the street and drove away.
I wanted to die. No one from work had any clue about this aspect of my personal life until now. Sure, I was a flirt and a tease, often wearing micro-short skirts with bare legs and high heels or other suggestive but professional and tasteful clothing. Yes, most of the men at work undressed me regularly with their eyes. I enjoyed that; it was part of the sexually uninhibited free spirit that I was. I do have the body, and if you've got it, why not flaunt it? Brent was no exception to this rule. I'd catch him looking at me at work just like most of the other males there. He looked up and down at the naked and stretched-wide body that was me at his feet and he didn't have to guess any more at what things looked like under the miniskirts and dresses and blouses. I was stretched so tight I could hardly move an inch so there was no way to hide from his gaze.
Brent was one of the other supervisors at work. He worked in a department I interacted little with. Not a bad guy but nothing about him caught my interest. I had a strict hands-off policy for co-workers: Some things are apparent even to me, and besides all I am is a tease. We had been to a company function this weekend and Jerry had sent me off half-naked as usual – a short skirt and one of those metallic tops that were backless except for two thin clear plastic straps across the back. My 36Cs were making an indent on the metallic front of the top. Brent, who had come alone, had late in the party and after too many drinks made a pass at me.
In response, I who had also had too many drinks dumped my current one down his shirt and more or less slammed him, a little too publicly. I figured most would chalk it off to the sort of person I was and the alcohol I had been drinking. In retrospect, I could have been much easier on him but I was honestly too drunk to be smart enough to do so.
So early the Friday evening of the next weekend after the party, here I was, stark naked and helpless at the mercy of someone I had publicly embarrassed the previous weekend and teased mercilessly at work. Not specifically though, just like every other male there. This might not go too well for me.
He sat down on his heels and unstrapped the ball gag and pulled it out of my mouth. "You know, on a scale of 1 to 10 for wild, this is about eight hundred." he started.
I looked up at him. "Hi Brent. Fancy meeting you here." I did the best shrug I could, which wasn't much, given my position.
"I'd be lying if I said I'd never had any fantasies about doing you," he started, "I could really enjoy this. I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't pissed about last weekend even though we were both drunk off our asses. But there's a difference whether you're willing or not — if you're not, it's called rape and I won't do that."
I gave a lame little smile. "I'd be lying if I said I was happy about either of us being here. I love Jerry very much and you'd be shocked to find out some things we do…" I paused for a second reconsidering my current position, then continued. "Well… maybe not after today. Anyway, sorry, but I'm here because Jerry wants me here, not for you, no matter what he said a minute ago. You're ok, there's nothing wrong with you. You look nice and you're a good person but you don't light my fires. I work with you and doing things with co-workers is a big no-no to me." I paused. "If I have a choice about it I don't particularly want to have sex with you or to have you do what you want to me, but," I tugged meaningfully at the ropes stretching out my wrists, "I guess my opinio
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