Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner - Sex Stories

Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner

... to find no food waiting for him and the house not cleaned. As well as his wages, Delilah always seemed to have additional money to spend on herself while still complaining that Barnaby didn't earn enough.

If Barnaby hadn't been treated to a wonderland of passion each night he would have been unhappy.

Clutching his bag of provisions, Barnaby returned at the end of his day's work. He went to place the bag on the table as usual but this time he couldn't. The reason for this was that Delilah occupied most of it. She was slumped over one end with her arms secured with ropes which were tied to the opposite table legs. To add to the novelty of the situation her skirt was thrown up over her back revealing her plump lilywhite backside.

"Why are you doing that?" enquired Barnaby, thinking the whole thing a little strange.

Delilah replied, "Ah, today would have been my late husband's birthday. Each year, as a treat you understand, he would tie me in this position and tupp me.

"To honour his memory, I have tied myself up like this."

"How did you manage to throw your skirt up so high over your back?" asked Barnaby, neglecting to ask how she had tied herself to the table legs.

"Ah now, as I was laying here a strong wind blew through the house and lifted my skirt. It became obvious that it was the ghost of my late husband when I received a spectral rumping from behind," stated Delilah.

"Be a good husband and untie me, will you?" she added.

Barnaby thought for a ...

... moment and then said. "It was my birthday yesterday and you didn't buy me a present. As your husband liked it so much, perhaps I could tupp you as you are?"

"Go ahead, but could you make it quick as it is painful being tied like this," she agreed.

Barnaby tupped her. He didn't take as long as he would have liked but it was longer than Delilah had expected.

"I don't know much about the world of ghosts and spirits but he appears to have left you full of sticky ghostly gunk," said Barnaby as he fastened his breeches and proceeded to untie his wife.

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Within the following week, Barnaby was delivering an excotic type of fruit called a 'watermelon' to a customer. He had cause to take a shortcut down the Back Lane that passed behind his home. It occurred to him that if he popped in while Delilah was preparing her lunch she may feed him too and, if she were in the mood, he might get to fuck her as well.

He went through the back gate and into the yard. As he entered the scullery that adjoined the main room he heard voices. Thinking that he could be in trouble if he burst in while Delilah was fortune telling, he froze.

Barnaby had only a faint idea about fortune telling but he was curious, he would have loved to have seen what the crystal ball looked like. He put the watermelon under one arm, squinted and peered through a crack between the door and the door frame.

He wondered why his ...