Chapter 3
"0-h-h-h-h," she screamed. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming!"
Bev's pussy muscles were spasming, wrapping tightly around his cock and then loosening up. She could feel her juices starting to flow, and then, his cock was starting to pulsate more and more. She felt his creamy come shooting up her tunnel, and she let out a long, loud scream of pleasure.
"0-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!!" she moaned. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm co-o-o-o-o-o-ming!!!!"
Suddenly, Adam felt spurts of semen splashing out of the tip of his cock and into his wife's cunt.
"0-h-h-h-h-h," he moaned, as he shot off again and again. He humped away, ramming his hard cock in and out of her cunt. Then he collapsed over her, spent and exhausted and totally satisfied.
When he regained his senses he untied her. Nothing more was said about what had happened. He just took all the leather ropes he had used on her, wrapped them up and put them back in the bag. Then he put the bag in the top drawer of the dresser.
She had been as turned on as he had been and she would agree to do things like this more often. He wondered if it would take away from the experience if she agreed to go along with it. Her fears had heightened something inside him, and he was thrilled about that. He knew he would never be able to tell the way she would feel, and the way he would feel, till he talked about it with her and did it with her again.
There would be time for things like that, and he didn't want to start talking about it now. He just lay back on the bed, resting his head on a pillow propped against the headboard. He watched Bev get up and walk to the bathroom to clean herself off. He watched the way her creamy white buttocks flexed as she walked, and then he watched as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
She didn't seem like she was all that upset about what had just happened, he thought to himself, and that eased his mind a little bit. He shifted his weight till he felt comfortable, and then he started to think back to how it all had happened.
He had met her at Middleburg College, and the minute he had seen her, he knew that she was going to be the girl for him. He recalled their first date, when he had taken her to his small apartment. They had made love on the couch for a time, and then they were ready for the serious stuff.
He recalled how they had undressed slowly at first, shy in front of each other. He noticed that she didn't take off her panties before climbing into bed. Instead, she climbed under the covers, her large naked breasts shaking back and forth as she moved, and then she pulled the blanket up to her neck. He could see her fumbling under there, and then she was throwing her panties onto the floor.
Adam stripped all the way before climbing into bed, and he walked there slowly so she could get a good look at his body. It wasn't that he was so proud of himself, but he just wanted her to see that he wasn't too ashamed to walk around naked in front of everyone. He hoped that she would soon lose her shyness.
He climbed into the bed, and then reached over to kiss her. He touched her soft hair as his mouth moved closer to hers, and he was moving his body closer at the same time. Till he could feel her soft flesh touching his.
He lay on his side, and he pushed his hard cock against her body. At the same time, he was pulling her closer to him, pulling her so he could feel her warm breasts pressing against his chest. He moved a hand down to one breast and he started to play with her nipples. He was glad to feel that they were already hard. He started to pull on one, and when he heard her moan, he was sure that he was doing everything just right.
He could feel her warm pussy hair next to his cock, and that was making him tremble a little bit. He continued to probe her mouth with his tongue, but what he wanted to do more than ever was enter her. He was nervous. He knew how much depended on this fuck. He loved everything there was about her. He loved the way she looked. He dug the way she moved. He liked her personality, her attitudes, and most of all he liked the way she felt when he held her in his arms.
Now he was going to fuck her. The kiss had ended, and it was time to thrust his cock into her cunt.
He moved his hands between her legs, and he was happy when she spread her thighs to make it easy for him. He moved his hand to her pussy and he started to stroke her gently. When he felt her wetness, he could sense that his cock was beginning to pulsate.
He moved his cock near her pussy, spreading her legs just a little more so he could position himself between them, and then he started to slide into her. He could feel her warm pussy flesh rubbing against his cock as he penetrated her, deeper and deeper and deeper. Soon, he could feel his pubic hair brushing against her, and he heard her start to moan.
She was already so wet in there, and he started to move in and out, slowly, slowly, and he could feel the pleasures building inside of him more and more, and he started to move his mouth down to hers and kissed her on the lips, and then he felt her wrap her legs around his ass and she started to massage his buttocks with her feet, and his cock was trembling inside of her, as he moved a little faster than before, faster, and he could feel her nipples rubbing against his chest, and she was so warm, and then her pussy was spasming again, and he wanted to hold off; but there was just so much tension in his balls, and she was so soft underneath him, and he tried to hold back for as long as he could. But try as he might, he couldn't hold on any longer.
"0-h-h-h-h-h," he had moaned loudly, as he shot off wildly in the girl's cunt. "0-h-h-h-h-h-hhhh!!!"
He felt himself shooting off inside of her, and he couldn't believe it. He felt so terrific, and so terrible, all at the same time. He hadn't wanted to come in her so fast, but there was nothing that he had been able to do to hold back. He cursed himself, silently, and he hoped that she had come, too.
He rolled off her and lay beside her, stroking her gently. That's how it had been.
Now, Adam looked up from the bed, and wondered what was taking his wife so long in the bathroom. He walked over there and knocked on the door. "Bev, are you okay?"
"Yes," she said. She was thinking about the bondage she had been in only a few minutes before. "I'll be out in a minute."
He sighed when he heard that. At least she was still talking to him, he thought. He walked back to the bed and sat down. The last thing in the world that he would have wanted was for her to be mad at him.
He remembered their first time, drifting back into the memory of it. She had been so understanding, and then, when he had gotten hard again, he had fucked her a second time. That time his staying power was even better. He could feel her pussy juicing up at least three times while he was inside of her, and the sweat from her body had rolled off on him, but he had loved every minute of it. She moved in with him two months later.
He thought about those days. At that time, he thought that nothing would ever go wrong between them.
He still wasn't sure if things had. He didn't know if he had done the right thing, bringing home that bag of bondage devices to use on her. He did know that he had a terrific time. It had been a long-time fantasy of his, and he had made it come true.
Bev hadn't seemed to notice that things had been slowly going stale in their marriage. Maybe it was because it was all in his mind. He couldn't get that straight in his mind. Maybe it was just his imagination. He still got hard-ons when he made out with his wife, and she still seemed to get off. It was just that he didn't seem to look forward to fucking her as much as he once had.
It had been on his mind at work recently.
And then there had been that crazy bondage movie.
He never would have gone to see a movie like that, but he had been so intrigued by the pictures outside. He'd been out for his lunch hour, and he'd passed a movie house that showed X-rated films. He had passed it a thousand times before, but the titles had never excited him.
However, today was different. The title made him do a double take. It was "Bondage for Beverly." Can you beat that, he had said to himself. Bondage for Bev. He looked at the pictures on the posters out front.
They featured bound girls. They had little stickers on their tits and cunts, but he could picture them totally nude, tightly bound with rope. He could see the way the ropes were cutting into their flesh. He could see the total look of fear on their faces, and he felt a faint tremble inside of him. He didn't know why.
He looked at his watch, and saw that his lunch hour was almost over. He hurried back to work, the naked and bound girls on his mind.
He couldn't stop thinking about those pictures the whole day. He could hardly concentrate on his work. Papers passed over his desk and before his eyes, but they were just blurs to him.
All he could see was a girl, a naked girl, bound and pleading for release. As the day wore on, that bound girl became recognizable. She became his Beverly, not the Beverly of the film's title, but the Beverly he shared his life with.
There was a lovely blond secretary in his office, and as she sat across from him talking, he couldn't help imagining her nude and in ropes.
"Did you hear what I just said?" the secretary asked him, snapping him out of his reverie.
"I'm sorry," he said to her, "but my mind was wondering. You just continue though, and I'll get the gist of it."
The secretary had gone on with what she was saying, telling him about some trivial matter he didn't give a shit about. He sat there imagining the things her boyfriend did to her. Maybe he beat her up and she liked it. He could see her tied up to a bed, naked, a look of total fear in her big blues eyes.
When she went back to her desk, he knew what he was going to do. He couldn't go on for the rest of the day in his condition. He knew it was the only way he would ever be able to get his mind cleared of these images. He called Bev up at the apartment.
"Dear," he said to her, "I hate to lay it on you so late, but I have to go to a meeting that starts at four. I won't be out till about seven, so I'll be home around seven-thirty,"
He was shocked when she said it was okay. For some reason, he had assumed she would see through his lie, but there was no reason why she should. Even as he walked to the movie theater after work, with the intentions of sitting through the film and seeing what it was all about, he was still trying to figure out if there was something wrong. Something might be wrong with his marriage, with his sex life, or maybe not.
They had lived together for almost a year and a half before deciding to get married. Then, nothing had been wrong. Even after they had been married, everything was fine.
It was only within the past few months, he thought, even though he couldn't lay his finger on when it was exactly.
At one point, he had told himself that he was only getting the seven year itch. They hadn't even been together for seven years.
He thought of all these things as he paid his three dollars and walked into the movie house. In some ways, he thought it was ridiculous for him to be searching for an answer in an X-rated bondage movie, but in other ways, he didn't think it was ridiculous at all. They showed people fucking on the screen. What was wrong with that? Nothing. Maybe if he could see other people up there, see what they did to make fucking more fun, maybe he could see what if anything was wrong in his marriage.
The movie began. The first thing he saw was a young girl tied up. She was totally naked, and her legs were spread wide. He could see a great view of her cunt. He even saw the way the ropes came through her legs, pressing into her trembling pussy. It made her cunt look so delightful.
The girl was struggling with the ropes that had her hands tied behind her back. She was crouched on the floor, and she looked more and more terrified by the minute. Then he could see why. There was a shadow of a man approaching her slowly. His shadow looked so ominous as it moved closer and closer, and soon, the screen was so black that you couldn't even see her. The film's title and the names of the players came on over that.
Adam shifted in his seat. That first shot of the girl had sent his cock bounding into stiffness. He moved it through his pants, adjusting it a little so that it would be more comfortable.
When the film began again, there were two men standing over the dead body of the girl he'd seen in ropes at the start. They were talking about the way this had been another bondage murder case. Other pretty young girls had been killed in the same way. The actors were amateurs, not too convincing, and it was obvious they were trying to make it out to be the famous Hillside Stranglings. That turned Adam off. He envisioned bondage as something pleasurable for the girl, even though she was in fear of the unknown.
The film moved along, showing the killer, a handsome young man who went about seducing different girls. Each girl would make it with him, then end up bound and gagged. Finally, he would presumably kill them, though all you'd see was a dark shadow.
Each time he saw one of the girls tied up, he saw the way the ropes cut into the flesh, and that turned him on something fierce.
Adam liked the sense of power it gave him, seeing the girls tied up and helpless. There was one redhead in the film, and she reminded him of his wife. He recalled the way she had been tied up on the screen, and that was the way he had tied his wife, spread-eagled on the bed on her back with that one line of rope cutting across her breasts.
By the time the movie was over, Adam was so horny he could have jerked himself off right then and there. He knew that Bev would be home, and that was when he decided to put his little plan into action. He stopped off at a Pleaseure Chest store that was only a few blocks away from the movie house, and he asked about bondage gear.
He recalled the leather ropes that had been used by the man in the film. Adam felt a little embarrassed about asking for those things. He pretended that he was doing some kind of research for a book or something. He just wanted some leather thongs to use as photo props in illustrations for the book.
The man behind the counter just shrugged. He pulled out a bunch of different ropes and thongs. Adam spotted some that reminded him of what he saw in the film, and that fired his imagination.
He paid for the things, and the man put them in the brown paper bag. He walked out of the store, feeling embarrassed, and then he went straight home.
He thought about the bag that was sitting in the dresser drawer now. The ropes and whips had done their job, and he wondered if he would ever get to use them again. It was sure taking Bev a long time in the bathroom.
"Bev," he called out once again. "Are you coming to bed?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she just opened the door. She was still naked, and she started to walk to the bed. He looked at her body closely to see if there were any wounds that showed.
He was glad when he saw that there weren't. That was the way it was supposed to be, he thought. All fun, a little scary, but no actual pain.
She climbed into the bed next to him, and lay down beside him. He moved his arm and put it around her shoulder. He was glad when she responded and moved her body closer to his. He gave her a playful hug, and then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. He could feel her responding, and he started to mount her. She spread her legs for him, and he entered her slowly. He could feel how wet her pussy was, and soon, he was in as deep as he could go.
He started to thrust inside of her, and soon he could feel his cock beginning to pulsate. He started to come in her in less than five minutes, and then he rolled off her. He still held her in his arms, though.
"I'm sorry I had to whip you the way I did," he said.
"It's about time you said something. I just want to say that... between Ernie and me ... there's nothing...."
"I don't want to hear about that," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, all is forgiven."
"Yes, but...."
"Look, forget all about that, okay? That's done. I don't want to hear that you've made it with him again, that's all. I have to get some sleep. I have a lot to do tomorrow at work. Kiss me, okay Bev?"
She came to him and gave him a kiss. He lay on his back and let his eyes drop shut. He didn't think he'd ever hear anymore about the Ernie business. As he dropped off to sleep he felt a big smile spread across his face.