Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner - Sex Stories

Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner

... wife needed to be naked to read a crystal ball. Not only that but he wondered why the person having his fortune told had to be naked too. Even more than that he wondered why the man who was having his fortune told was Mr Quince, his parent's solicitor. Finally, he wondered why he couldn't see any sign of the famous crystal ball.

Barnaby decided that the only way to understand what was occurring was to keep watching.

Delilah was sitting on a dining room chair, the very chair that she had been using when Barnaby had first encountered her. Quince was standing before her. His cock was stiff. Very stiff.

Barnaby couldn't help thinking that it wasn't a very large cock. This could be because the only other stiff dick that he had ever seen was his own.

What he thought was big was the old gent's bollocks. Well, not only big but dangly.

Delilah took a long leather thong and pulled it through her hands several times. She then tied one end of it very tightly around the top of Quince's ball sack. She then got up and made him sit on the very edge of her chair.

Taking the long end of the thong, she secured it to the stretcher under the chair.

Barnaby felt that the learned gentleman would surely cry out at the indignity of his treatment but he didn't.

Using a second thong, Delilah fastened Quince's hands behind his back. She turned around, bent forward and waggled her creamy fat arse in front of Mr Quince.

Barnaby thought that these fortune telling rituals were ...

... more complicated than he had imagined.

His wife backed herself onto the cock of the bound and tethered lawyer. She lowered herself gently until she felt the leather binding against her. Delilah remained motionless for a few moments. Then she lifted and dropped.

Barnaby realised that she was tupping herself using Mr Quince's prick. He knew that this was against nature; it was the man's job to do the tupping. This thought made his cock enlarge. The thought that it was his wife who was being so unnatural made it become rigid.

Delilah rose and fell with a steady rhythm. Quince would have liked to thrust up to meet her downward movement but his bollocks were securely tied to the chair. He found the mixture of pleasure and pain delicious. He wondered if Mrs Quince could be persuaded to play the trollop like this but thought that he would rather not face her wrath if she thought it was a bad idea.

It was a shock when Barnaby became aware that he found it strangely exciting to watch his wife acting as a harlot. He needed to tupp her but she was rather busy. But he needed to stop his cock aching.

With his thumb, Barnaby pressed a hole into the side of the watermelon. Part of the skin caved inwards. He released his prick from captivity and, holding the fruit in front of him, pushed it into the soft red flesh.

It felt yielding and moist.

Matching his thrusts to the up and down actions of his wife, he fucked the watermelon.

Now, Delilah increased her pace. Quince ...