My Wife Makes Me Her Cuckold ch 1 - Sex Stories

My Wife Makes Me Her Cuckold ch 1

... outstretched at my sides." "Oh, you look marvelous. Now come over here and sit down," she directed as I took my seat and she helped my plate to the beef, potato, and salad she had prepared. Janet refreshed my drink and then sat down herself as we enjoyed our meal without the presence of the k**s. Just the two of us and the night ahead. "Mom's keeping the c***dren until Wednesday so we have five days all to us," Janet beamed as her eyes sparkled in the soft candlelight. After dinner, she took me by the hand, and guided me to our spare bedroom. "I have a surprise tonight," she said as I looked around and she had lit that room with candles as well. On the nightstand were a couple of bottles - one with honey, the other with chocolate. "Are we having desert?" I smiled. "I am," she beamed. "Lay down," she directed. "I'm gonna have fun tonight and then you can later." Janet had me lie down on the right side of the bed and then took my arms and stretched them over my head. "What are you doing? I inquired. "I told you, this is my night. I'm going to have my way with you," she explained as she pulled something out from the headboard that appeared to be restraints. She had some type of harness that wrapped around the headboard of the bed with two wrists restraints which she cuffed around both arms. Then she did the same with my legs as she buckled two more around my ankles. When she was confident I was tightly secured she bent down and kissed my lips, then trailing down to my ...

... nipples, before placing little kisses on my cock. My dick was already hard as her soft mouth enveloped the head. "Before we begin, maybe we should have a little foreplay," she purred. She took out a remote and switched on a TV on the wall. "Baby, I don't need to watch a movie. I'm there, let's get on with the main event," I scolded her. "Don't be impatient sweets. You're gonna' get a real charge out of this," she said as she stared back at me and then to the screen. As I looked at the wall, an image of Carrie appeared. She appeared to be sitting on a couch in a living room. Then I recognized it as one of our show houses. One we use to show off as a spec home to potential buyers. "So how long? How long has it been going on?" I heard my wife's voice on the video. Carrie's head was down, looking at the carpeted floor. What was going on? What was this about. Why was my wife showing me this? "I'm so sorry Mrs. Stephens. I never dreamed I would ever do anything like that, I'm, I'm so very sorry," Carrie was crying. "You never dreamed you'd get caught," Janet shot back. "I know all about it. It started at that conference and you've been fucking him ever since," she snarled at her. "Janet, what the fuck is this?" I demanded. "Let me up!" "Shut the fuck up," Janet barked back. "I think you need to see this," she insisted. "You're nothing more than a slut... a common adulterous slut," Janet chided her. "Obviously I will have you fired but it would only be right to let your husband know what ...