Literotic asexstories – Who’s (Tied) Up for Lunch This Time by IWroteThis,IWroteThis
The comment by Submisky35 on the original story kind of got under my skin. Did I really give too much away? It’s a balancing act, as I expect I would have gotten called out if I had simply made him oblivious. But, maybe, I could have written it off as too horny to notice? Should I have cut some and left some? I don’t know, which is why I’ve been left with an itch that I’ve been unable to scratch.
I’ve tried several times to pen a reply, but I was never happy with what I wrote. Then, this morning, it hit me that the true test of what I wrote is to change the ending and see if it still works. So, this is an alternate version of my own story. It is, word-for-word, the exact same story, until after the sex acts. It does change at that point, so don’t think I’m just posting the same story twice. It is kind of cool how quickly this allowed me to go from concept to completed, since most of the words were already written.
I look forward to comments letting me know if it works better/worse with this ending, or if they’re both equally good/bad.
* * * * * | * * * * * | * * * * *I was anxiously awaiting the end of yet another boring meeting when I felt my phone vibrate.
[I was bad. Took a personal day.]
It seemed like a strange time to tell me, so I texted back.
[You okay?]
[Great! Hit the salon.]
[Nice! Enjoy.]
[Tied up for lunch today? I will be…]
That got my attention. My wife can be rather kinky and loves to do self-bondage when I’m not home. If I’m lucky, she will text me and then it’s a race to get there before she gets free. Sure enough, my phone vibrated again almost immediately.
[The ice is melting. Hope you find me in time!]
My first instinct was to bolt from the room. Unfortunately, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, as somebody was already standing at attention down there. It was torture to wait for the meeting to wrap up so I could make my escape. I didn’t even bother to swing by my office for my jacket, but just headed straight for the parking lot. Luck was on my side, and I made it home in record time without getting pulled over for speeding.
* * * * *I wasn’t surprised that the master bedroom was empty, since Sara had said I would have to find her. I still checked, as it would be just like her to have me search the rest of the house while she was waiting in our bed, laughing at me.
The guest bedroom was also empty, so I figured she must be in the basement. I was heading for the stairs when I heard something from our daughter’s room. Beth was 20 years old, but still lived at home while attending the local college. She had a full schedule on Tuesday and Thursday, which is why we could play over lunch on those days. I silently applauded my wife, as that would have been the last place I would have looked if she hadn’t made any noise.
I knocked, on the off chance that Beth had come home, but heard only a muffled response. I opened the door to reveal my bound wife on our daughter’s bed.
I had never seen that tie before, but silently appreciated the view. All our beds were four-posters, which made them ideal for this. She was kneeling with her ankles secured to the bottom two posts and her wrists to the top two. I could see an ice cube on the towel by her hand and there was a lot left. I guess she wanted to make sure she didn’t get free before I made it home.
What was new was the rope running from one knee, up and over the back of her neck, then down to the other knee, forcing her to keep her ass in the air and her face in the mattress. I was guessing she had a ball gag in her mouth from the muffled sounds she was making, but I couldn’t tell for sure because she had a hood over her head. I was also guessing she had earbuds in, as I could hear bits and pieces of what had to be porn coming from the hood.
My silent appraisal of the new tie was interrupted by a buzzing sound and then that same moan that led me to this bedroom. Apparently, she had a new toy that could be programmed for random sequences. I’m not sure why I had never thought to buy her one of those. That also drew my attention to the fact she must have gotten waxed while she was at the salon. I guess it’s true that going bare makes a woman look younger and I certainly appreciated the new look.
Still, my time was limited, so I stripped down and started playing with her body. I knew it well and it didn’t take long before she was practically purring while shaking her ass at me. I slipped the vibrator out of her pussy, only to notice that it had a bulge to help it stay in place. Whoever designed this toy really knew what they were doing. Laying it aside, I repositioned myself so I could taste her nectar.
Soon my face was dripping as she was grinding herself back onto my tongue, so I moved up and slowly slipped inside her velvety passage. I don’t know if it was the position she was tied in or if her Kegel exercises were paying off, but she felt tighter than usual. She moaned again as I bottomed out inside her. I started with a slow pace, but soon worked up to pounding her hard and fast. Reaching under her, I rubbed her clit and lightly twisted a nipple. She came instantly around my shaft. By the time I shot my load deep inside her, she was up four to one.
I went back to gently playing with her body until we both recovered enough for round two. I pulled the plug out of her shapely ass and added a bit more lube before carefully embedding myself in her back door. I started slowly but ramped up until I was pounding her into the mattress once again. I was slightly disappointed in myself as I only managed to bring her off once more before I reached my own peak.
I realized that I was running late, so I grabbed a washcloth and cleaned us both up. The handcuff key was still trapped in ice, but I removed the hood, earbuds, and ball gag. My wife smiled up at me with a dazed look on her face. She worked her jaw a bit, then said, “Hey, Daddy!” I couldn’t help myself and had to kiss her, despite the awkward position she was bound in.
Pulling back after an extended tongue battle, I smiled at her. “You almost had me convinced I was actually fucking our daughter. The new toys and waxed sex really sold it. That was so hot.” I kissed her again, then added, “Next time you should wear that cheerleader outfit that matches hers from high school.
“Now, do you want me to run that ice cube under hot water, or should I slip those toys back in?”
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