“Hey, honey,” Erin called from the bedroom. “Can you zip me up, please?”
“Sure, dear,” I said, finishing the last gulp of my coffee. “Wow, look at what we have here…”
I marveled at my wife’s backside as I approached. She wore a slender red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and made the gorgeous woman look like fire came to life.
Erin giggled as she looked over her shoulder, both hands holding her blonde hair up to keep it from the zipper. “Well, are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to zip me up?”
“If I have a choice, I’m just going to stand here and stare,” I mused, enjoying the view of the open zipper along the back that reached down to the top of her butt crack.
“Oh please,” she chuckled. Finally, I relented and zipped my wife’s dress so she could finish getting ready.
A few minutes later, we were in the Mercedes and driving to the restaurant to begin our date night—a new weekly tradition.
“Are you sure about this restaurant? We could go somewhere else,” I offered.
“Nonsense, I want to go here,” she replied. I nodded but studied my wife’s expression suspiciously before returning my attention to the road.
A week had passed since we had our… collective epiphany together. From the moment I removed the handcuffs from Erin’s wrists, it's been like she had become a different person. The change was so drastic; honestly, it kind of worried me a bit. I’d compare it to someone replacing my wife with a whole other person. If the change wasn’t so great, I would have been more concerned, but honestly, the last week of marriage had been the best one yet. While our sex since that night hadn’t been as… adventurous, we had done it every night and with mutual success. Life had become a little too great actually. It left me waiting for the other shoe to drop. I just didn’t know which shoe was going to fall.
Our reservation was at Mariana’s, the same Italian restaurant we ate at last weekend. Luckily, we had a different server than our waitress before, but I did spot the waitress Erin berated as she walked by while our dessert was delivered. To my surprise, Erin called her over to the table. The waitress’ eyes went wide with recognition as she arrived and looked from me to Erin, but luckily, she didn’t flee immediately.
“I just wanted to say that I am so, so sorry for the way I treated you last week. There is no excuse for that kind of treatment, and I hope you can forgive me,” Erin asked as she took the waitress’ hand between hers.
The young waitress seemed to be stuck between shock and embarrassment as her flushed face beamed a smile and said it was okay and she forgave her. Though, throughout the entire exchange I couldn’t help but notice the looks she gave me. The litany of smirks, focused eye contact, and raised eyebrows she had for me left me more than anxious that my wife would revert to her old ways. Thankfully, Erin was none the wiser of the college girl’s advances, and when the bill came, and I saw the name ‘Jasmine’ written on the bottom of my copy of the bill in pink pen with her phone number written below, I quickly folded the receipt and pushed it into my pocket before my wife could see. I figured tomorrow I could shred it and throw it away at a gas station before it ruined the good thing they had going.
On the drive home, Erin was extra-handsy. She had her lips buried in my neck while her palm did an excellent job of garnering my cock’s attention through my pants. It felt like the trip took twice as long as it should have. By the time we arrived home, the pair of us fell through the door into the kitchen, making out wildly like we were college kids again. Sliding my hand up the back of her tender thigh and under her skirt, I just began to feel the soft flesh of her ass cheek when she pulled away from me.
“Ah ah ahhh… drinks first,” she said with a seductive smile while backing away toward the refrigerator. “How about you turn on some music, and I’ll get the champagne.”
“Deal,” I said and had to adjust my throbbing cock in my pants as I walked to the bedroom. Pairing my phone with the Bluetooth speaker, I began scrolling for a playlist that fits the mood.
“What are we cheersing to?” Erin said as she entered with two skinny champagne glasses.
“That was quick. I haven’t even finished my job yet.”
“How about… to new beginnings?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she handed me a glass.
I smiled, “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
We clanged glasses, and each took a healthy gulp.
“Now, if only I could find us some decent music…” I sighed.
“Never mind that,” Erin grinned as she took the champagne glasses back and set them down. “Come here, you.”
Pulling me into a tight kiss, we shared a lingering kiss that seemed to last not long enough. Pushing me onto the bed, my wife straddled me and, with surprising efficiency, undid my pants and removed my fast-growing cock.
“Right to business, huh?” I smirked.
“Oh yeah,” she winked with a grin.
My wife rode me hard and fast. Neither of us bothered to remove our clothes as we fucked for the seventh consecutive night in a row—something we hadn’t achieved since we first started dating. Riding me to completion, she collapsed in a fit of giggles. Our whispered murmurs, with her still straddling me, disappeared as I drifted to sleep unexpectedly.
When I woke, it was with a start, as if I had just died in some nightmare I was having. At least that was the feeling; I could never remember my dreams. Reaching for my phone to see what time it was, I realized I couldn’t move my hands. Pulling at my feet, I found the same thing for them. I had been tied down to the four banisters of the bed with rope, though I was still dressed, so there was that.
“What—Erin? Erin!” I called out to the pitch-black bedroom. There was a moment of silence filled with me struggling at my bindings that came to a halt when she spoke.
“Erin?” my wife asked, only she didn’t sound like my wife. She sounded harsh, like my wife of old. “Are you sure you mean Erin?” she stepped into the room carrying two lit candlesticks. She set one down on each nightstand on either side of the bed. “Maybe what you really meant was, Jasmine, huh?”
“What are you talking about?” the fog of sleep still clogged my mind.
“Oh, don’t even try to play dumb with me,” she yelled and threw a balled-up receipt from tonight’s meal onto my chest. “I saw the way that slut was looking at you.”
I sighed and shook my head as she left the room. It might have been annoying that the brat inside my wife had reappeared, but I found these bindings amusing. To think that she believed she could dominate me physically. When Erin returned, I raised my head, glaring down at her, “Get me out of these ropes now before I make your punishment worse than it already is.”
Erin put a hand on the hip of her dress and made a condescending face to match her voice, “Aww, or what? Are you going to yell mean things at me? Fuck you. You’re in my world now.”
Climbing onto the bed one knee at a time, my wife revealed a pair of scissors in her other hand that instantly made my balls shrink up inside me. Accepting the inevitable, I watched her sheer off my $900 suit pants, $1200 dress shirt, undershirt, and boxers.
“Hey! Hey! Careful there,” I warned when the scissors neared my groin.
“Don’t worry. I won’t,” Erin snapped the blades of the scissors together twice while hovering over my cock. “I won’t cut it off. I’ve got plans for this guy.”
Erin wore a maniacal grin as she tossed the scissors to the corner of the room. Crawling up my naked body, she ignored my cock for now and instead straddled my waist. The fabric of her thin skirt stretched to its limits around her thick thighs, and she had to shimmy her hips to hike her skirt up. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was rather enjoying the moment, to be honest.
“Hey, cheer up, darling,” Erin said, rubbing her hand over my cheek. “This is what you wanted, right? You wanted my inner slut to come out?”
She bent over suddenly and planted a long and deep kiss on my lips as her tongue swirled in my mouth and strands of her hair draped my face. Her crotch ground on me as her breasts mashed into my chest. The kiss went on until it felt like it was about to transition into something more, and then, without warning, she bit down on my lower lip, causing a spike of pain and the taste of blood.
“Ah!” I grunted and turned away from her kiss.
Erin giggled mischievously as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“What was it you called me? A brat who needed to be punished? A whore who didn’t know her place?” she continued to laugh as she slid down my body. Pausing when my hard cock brushed against her pussy lips to circle her hips. “Mmmm… and you thought you could break this brat in one night?”
I tongued the cut on the inside of my lip and sneered down at my wife. The two candles bathed her maniacal expression in warm orange light and dark shadows. She knelt between my legs on the bed and teasingly slid both her palms down my belly to my crotch. I periodically flexed my muscles on the rope, tying me to the posts. It was tied securely. I couldn’t slip the knots, but the wood bed frame posts groaned a little with every flex.
“Oh, honey…” Erin chuckled as she swung my hard cock from side to side with one hand. “Look at how hard you are… It’s not all from that little love bite I gave you now, is it? Who knew my stupid husband got hard from a little nibble.”
Roughly, she stroked my cock from the base to the tip over and over as she clenched her teeth and seemed to enjoy watching the restrained anguish on my face.
“Mmmmm… that’s right, maybe you’re not even hard from me?” she wondered aloud with a raised eyebrow. “Are you thinking about the fucking slut girl who served us? Huh?”
Erin bit down on her own lip as she unleashed a furious sprint of strokes on my shaft. Her tight grip and fast speed left me struggling to figure out if her touch felt good or not.
“That’s right, you fucking piece of shit, you like that?” she asked as she continued to pump. “Are you thinking of Jasmine right now? Are you thinking of that college girl pussy as your bratty fucking wife beats your big fucking cock for you? Huh?”
When she stopped abruptly, she leaned over my cock with wide lips and a smile in the corner of her mouth but didn’t touch me. She only watched. My cock twitched and flexed, oozing pre-cum from my tip.