John Friday - Twin wives in bondage

Ralph glanced toward the door and his beating hand stopped abruptly. Not even in his dreams did Wilma look so enticing. Her nipples bulged thick and ripe with desire. Her cunt hair sheened with damp desire. His throbbing cock gave a heave.

"Wilma? Wilma, is that you?"

He couldn't believe it. It was his wife coming through the door, her face, her figure but Wilma usually wore a long, thick flannel nightgown that fit like a sack.

"It's me," Wanda replied. Her intense gaze had locked on his twitching, jerking cock. The sight of his prick, so restless and eager, almost bursting with desire… it made her pussy squirm with convulsions of need.

"What-what happened to you?" he asked in a quaking voice.

Wanda thought he meant her marks of bondage and welts from the whip. Though the pain of what Fred James did to her had cooled she carried raw, red reminders of his lust.

"Er, well – the party got pretty rough," she said. Ralph hadn't even noticed. His brooding eyes flashed between her dripping cunt slit and the heated swelling of her proud nipples. All he wondered was what had suddenly turned on his stuffy, prudish wife. He noticed the marks of bondage for the first time when she paused by the edge of the bed, her eyes still locked on his aging cock, idly stroking a chafed wrist.

"What do you mean… rough?" He caught the scent of her cunt as he questioned her, a sultry mix of slick oil and thick jism.

"Mr. James… he chained me to the wall."

"Really?" Ralph wasn't as surprised as be sounded. A man as wealthy and powerful as Fred James could hardly take a shit without starting rumors. Especially in the business world. Ralph had heard same wild things about him, remarks and questions whispered behind sly smiles.

"Then he used a whip to rip my clothes," Wanda said, pleased by the way her words made his cock leap, bulging red and bright in his grasping hand.

"You're kidding!" But Ralph knew she was not. He could see the web of welts on her tender white flesh.

"He did… and then he raped me."

"No!" Ralph only pretended shock. He'd half expected it might happen. He'd actually hoped the whispered rumors were all true… that Wilma would go to the big fancy house on the hill and get the shock of her life. He'd thought it might change her for the better, and obviously it had. She was wetting her lips with a flicking tongue, watching the way his hand glided so smoothly up and down the heated shaft of his cock.

"Yes!" Wanda insisted in imitation of Wilma's stubborn voice. "He did. It was awful at first, locked in those heavy chains, seeing his huge cock…" Ralph stirred and beat faster on his own long prick. "…he had me chained, I couldn't help it. Ooooo!" She cringed, remembering the thick, knobbed handle of the whip ramming up her ass. "It was awful, all he did, but then, then I started to like it."

"You did? You liked it?"

She nodded meekly smiling warmly at the way her confession swelled the straining power of Ralph's long prick. Wanda could not help wondering how he'd react if Ralph knew his wife was still in bondage, being thrilled by the power of Jack's cock.

"He-he made me do things I never thought I'd do."

"Like what?" Ralph felt a sudden jealous twinge. Damn that fucking Fred James!

"…like this," Wanda said. Then she bent down, dropping to her knees by the edge of the bed and kissed the head of Ralph's hand-whipped dick.

"Uuuugh!" he groaned in heated shock. Her lips closed ever his cock head like a sleek wet sponge, pulsing and churning with freshly awakened desire. "Aaaaah!"

"Like that Ralph and more. Much more!"

"You bitch!" he roared unexpectedly.

Wanda slid her lips down his cock shaft, moving his hand away so that he could suck in his full prick length and grind her teeth in the thick mat of hair at its root.

"Fuck!" he gasped, stunned by the hungry of her lips and swirling waves of throat muscle that closed around his aching cock head. "You left here as an icy-assed prude, and you come home a cocksucking whore!"

"But, I am home," she reminded him, smiling as she closed her lips again and wiggled back up the shaft of his throbbing cock. She could feel it swell with what she felt were throbs of envy, and she longed to tell him that Wilma wasn't home yet that right now she was bound and begging for Jack's cock.

"There's something else you should know…" she said in a teasing tone. Her lips slipped off the ruddy knob of his cock, and she flicked at his straining cum slit with her tongue.

"Yeah, and I'm going to find out – find out if you like getting your cunt fucked here as much as you did in that fancy place up on the hill."

"Ooooh!" Wanda moaned in surprise.

Ralph grabbed her long hair, tangling it in a silky snarl inside one huge fist. He jerked her head back and glared into her startled eyes.

"I don't have a secret room fixed up like a fucking dungeon, but…"

"How-how come you know about that?"

"I hear things at the bank. Fred James and his company do a lot of business there."

"Oh, I see."

"You haven't seen anything yet, you cock craving cunt!"

He yanked on her sable hair and threw her facedown on the bed beside him.

Wanda yelped. She'd expected Ralph to be so timid and shy.

"I don't have heavy chains set in stone either. But I do have this fucking piece of dreary shit!" He grabbed Wilma's bulky, old-fashioned nightgown from under her pillow and started ripping it into four long strips.

"What? What are you doing?"

Ralph threw down the four strips of heavy flannel and wadded what was left into a ball. "First thing. I'm going to stuff your fucking mouth so I don't have to hear any more shit about Fred James and his magic pecker!"

"Mmmungh!" Wanda groaned as he gagged her mouth. He stuffed her wet mouth with the dry cloth and knotted some that was left behind her head. Wanda thrashed, spearing at the choking wad with her tongue, but she could not drive it out. She bucked from jolts of instinctive fear.

Ralph laughed and slapped her ass with the heavy, leather-bound book he'd been looking at when she came in. Wanda moaned.

"I don't have a whip either," he said in a mocking tone of apology. "But don't worry, I'll think of something to satisfy your ass!"

"Unnh?" Wanda gulped. It didn't seem possible that it could all be starting again. She arched strongly and tried to roll off the bed, both hands pawing at the gag stuffed cruelly in her mouth.

"Lie down, you fucking slut you can't have changed your mind already!"

He slapped her ass with the heavy book again. Then Ralph threw a strong leg across her upraised back, straddling her and forcing her down flat. He grunted as he dropped his weight on her writhing ass. "For once I'm going to like seeing you wear your fucking flannel sack!"

He grabbed one long strip of cloth, twisted it like a rope and knotted it around her wrist. It felt soft against her arm until he pulled the knot tight. He laughed at her muffled howl of protest and lashed her wrist the head post of the bed.

"Uuuugh! Unnngh!" Wanda kicked, drumming her feet futilely on the bed as he grabbed her other arm, stretched it to the far side and tied it tightly. "Ungh! Uummph!"

Wanda felt an agonizing strain in her shoulder muscles as he jerked on her arms, spreading them wide and knotting them securely. For its strength, the twisted flannel could have been steel. Wanda could hardly move above the waist.

Ralph whirled around then, still astride her, forcing her bucking ass down on the bed, but now he faced her kicking feet. His hot cock wedged into the crack of her ass, still red and puffed from the smack of the thick book. Wanda gasped in a muffled voice of fear. He caught one kicking leg and held it in his powerful hands. Looping the cloth around her sleek ankle. Wanda cringed, shocked by it all. She'd thought Ralph would be weak and soft from years of sitting behind a desk at the bank.