Vanilla and Curry - just a story - Sex Stories

Vanilla and Curry - just a story

I’m Jack, your average married 55 year old guy. I keep fit through hard work. My long suffering wife Julie, is eight years my junior and has a lovely curvy figure with a great pair of breasts. We’ve been married some 20 years and we’ve got used to vanilla sex. Don’t get me wrong, I LIKE VANILLA but sometimes I would like a curry! I’m stretched out on our bed naked, bound hand and foot. The sun streaming through the picture windows in our bungalow. 5 minutes ago Julie called me in to the kitchen. “You said something about trying bondage.” “Yes” I said with a quizzical look. “Well let’s do it” was Julie’s eager reply. “What about Mrs Maguire (our 60 year old cleaner)” Julie then informed me that her mother had just phoned saying Mrs M was due to do her place this morning but her daughter just called to say she was sick. A big beaming smile crossed my face and I hurried to grab the parcel with the bondage ropes and cuffs. Just as I reached the package Julie grabbed it. “I agreed to bondage but I didn’t say who was getting bound.” I didn’t care, I was in for some ‘curry sex’. “Strip” was her command. So I did. Julie ran her fingers over my balls and lightly grasped my dick while standing behind me. Gently stroking my bl**d filled shaft. “Not bad! Now don’t move or the fun is over.” There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. I didn’t move a muscle, except for the rise in my dick. Julie popped into the bathroom undoing her dress as she went. Her dress crumpled to the ...

... floor and I caught a glimpse of her tight ass as the door closed. It felt an age before her return. Stocking, suspender and high heels. Nothing else except a feather duster! She was enjoying attaching the cuffs to my wrists and tied ropes to my ankles. I gave Julie a frown as she handed me a glass of water! Cocking her head to the left she instructed “Well take your ‘blue pill’ and get on the bed.” Like a k** with a new toy I gulped the water, the pill and laid out, spread-eagled. Julie, being a yachts woman soon had me secured to the bed. She opened the window and the heat from the sun bathed my body. Closing my eyes from the light I didn’t see the blindfold until it was too late. But to my surprise it came to rest on my forehead. Julie proceeded to tidy the room – the cleaner wasn’t coming. Julie took every opportunity to bend over while tidying and dusting. Every time she bent over her pussy would show, framed by her ass and thighs – wonderful. Her breasts swayed hypnotically. I couldn’t take my eye off her body. “Did you enjoy that?” I nodded as she grasped my prick and started stroking me again. The pill was working. Julie announced that she’d have to run a few errands for her mother and that she’d be at least an hour. “Your pill should be fully operational by the time I return.” Pulling on a medium length skirt and a tailored white shirt Julie did a twirl. The skirt was modest. The shirt was tailored to fit perfectly in all the right places. A pair of hard, prominent ...