All I did was whisper,

“Hello darling!” in her ear, getting a whiff of her bath oils and her exquisite perfume as I did so and slapped that superb arse of hers.

And my wife, because it WAS my wife, when she’s out of her normal, every day, kit is quite something, believe me. Twenty years of marriage and she still looks like a teenager – in a good light of course.

So here she was, naked, arms in a pillory, legs in stocks, looking like something out of the middle ages. For a few moments I found myself wishing there was a cabbage or two, or maybe even a rotten tomato around!

This was all pretty High Tech though, all polished steel and spanking new locks.

Did I just say spanking?

Couldn’t help it really. See that gorgeous plump, rounded, backside just staring back at you and what else can you do?

I only gave her six – six on each cheek that is and she got the hang of it after a while. Knowing that I wouldn’t stop unless she was a good girl and started to count, as best she could, through the inflatable cock that was already in her mouth when I got there.

You need to see the scene in your mind’s eye, I guess, to appreciate it fully. Imagine a bare room with a polished wood floor and a large mirror on one wall. This room has been decorated recently but it also remains locked the whole time. The walls are not quite white, they’re one of these white with a hint of’s that you get these days. I think it was a hint of strawberry because it looked vaguely pink just like my gorgeous wife’s arse when I’d finished spanking it.

Then imagine a stunning woman, fresh from the bath, naked and shiny, fingers and toenails newly polished a bright, fire – engine red, bent over in the middle of the room. Her legs spread wide in steel stocks, her arms and head trapped in a steel pillory and her mouth filled with an inflatable rubber cock, the pump end sticking out of her mouth and swinging in line with her amazing tits, just as you walk in!

I didn’t even know the room existed. I stumbled on it by chance after I found that my devoted spouse of many years seemed to be pulling disappearing acts every now and again.

Friends of hers would call unexpectedly and she wouldn’t be there or they’d ring and get voice mail. My wife and I are pretty close, believe it or not. We have our own friends but by and large they know each other and that’s how I found out and got curious.

That Friday I didn’t have to be in the office but she didn’t know that. She’s a good looking woman is my wife. You might say she was a wee bit kinky if you saw her out in the street. Very short dark hair, well built, around about 5 foot 6. She wears those BIG hooped earrings and lots of, mostly, silver jewelry. Even wears it on her toes. She loves a toe ring does my wife, Sandy and she likes a lot of other things as well.

She’s got a gorgeous body too, maybe a little overweight but I like her like that. I like her a little bit chunky with those firm, tight, tits and that beautiful arse.

So, what would you do if you found someone like that totally helpless in the stocks in the little room that she’d built for herself in the attic, all because she was afraid to admit to her hubby that she was kinkier than even he thought?

Perhaps you do what I did and pump that cock gag up so hard that both her cheeks AND her eyes bulged in surprise. Perhaps you’d then, relieved that she wasn’t actually fucking someone else, start stroking that gorgeous body of hers. Perhaps you’d caress those lovely plump tits and slowly, very, very slowly slide your hands down her soft tummy until they were inches away from her little love hole.

The little love hole that she shaved a few weeks ago and that was really the cause of my suspicions.

She wasn’t squealing any more by then, she was cooing. Cooing into that cock gag like a little Dove of Peace but the only Piece this Dove was going to get was currently throbbing away inside my trousers.

She was so wet when I eased the first finger into her always inviting little pussy that the second just had to follow and the more she began to groan through her gag so the more I wanted her. The more I wanted to screw her, to fuck her, to poke and fill her full of my rock, hard, cock!

I began to build up a rhythm, fucking her harder and faster with my fingers until her face was red and she was whimpering with pleasure. It would have been so nice right then, to slow down or even stop completely and hear her moan with frustration. For a moment I had visions of me finger fucking her slowly and never allowing her to come at all and just drinking in her irritation.

I wanted to hear her moan and cry with frustration but as it turned out, not as much as I wanted to fuck her!

She was in the perfect position for it and I only had to drop my trousers. Cock so hard that I thought it would burst, it was a like a hot knife going through butter. It certainly went through her all right but I did it slowly and easily letting her savor my cock just as I was savoring her soaking wet, eager, welcoming, pussy.

When I was finally all the way in, she screamed. She screamed so loud that she might as well not have been gagged at all and as I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her to one glorious climax after another so I looked down to the floor, at the keys that she’d dropped in frustration after not being able to open the locks on her new equipment and reminded myself to replace them as soon as I could with the ones that actually worked!