This story is rather shorter than my usual ones. I tried to concentrate more on the story itself and less on details of bondage, clothes, sex or dialogues but I hope you will enjoy it. Whether you like it or not, please leave me a comment.
My Wife’s friend
I heard a sound of my mobile phone ringing but it was out of my reach.
“Hello Clara, dear. Is that you?” said the woman who answered it. “Of course. He is still here … Oh no sorry, I am afraid you cannot talk to him right now. He’s a little tied up. … No, don’t be silly. Of course I don’t have him bound and gagged in my basement. Who do you think I am?” The woman laughed, looked at me and gave me a wink.
“It seems that my computer issues are more serious than I expected. … I don’t really know what he is doing with it. He told me but it’s like Chinese to me. … Well, I will tell him you called. … Okay I will tell him that you sent him a text message with a shopping list. … Okay, bye Clara and thank you for letting your husband come and help me. You’re such a good friend. … Yes talk to you soon, bye.”
She put down the phone and looked at me. “That was your wife. She sent you a list of things that you are supposed to buy on your way back.”
I looked at her. Her name was Yvonne and she was my wife’s friend and former colleague. She was 35 years old, eight years older than me. She was one of those hot big beautiful women with enormous breasts like two water melons and big belly, wide hips and huge ass, really an amazing figure. She had long red curly hair falling on her shoulders and she was dressed really sharply in a red silk blouse which was tucked in her tight black leather skirt that looked really great on her because the bigger the ass is the more leather you need to cover it. She also had black pantyhose and high-heel shoes.
Her round face was smiling at me with its seductive eyes and luscious plump lips.
“I wasn’t lying that much, wasn’t I?” she laughed and looked at me.
I was sitting on a chair in her basement, dressed only in my underwear and unbuttoned blue and black plaid flannel shirt. The only thing which was true about what she said to my wife was that I was tied up at the moment. My hands were tied behind my back. Another rope was securely binding my chest and my arms to the chair and my legs were spread and my ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. I was also gagged. However by being gagged I don’t mean any silly scarf over the mouth as you can see on television. No, she stuffed my mouth with her panties. They were so large that a portion of them was sticking out and yet I had my mouth full of them. To prevent me from spitting them out, she tied a bandanna over my mouth.
How did I get myself into this situation? What was I doing in the basement of my wife’s friend tied up and gagged without my jeans? It’s simple.
Earlier today I came home from work and my wife Clara told me that her friend Yvonne called and said something was wrong with her computer and wanted me to help her out. I was quite good with those things so I agreed. It was my job. When I arrived at the address my wife had given me I found this sexy full-figured lady smiling at me and offering me coffee.
Since the first look at her breasts I couldn’t think straight. Don’t get me wrong. I was in love with my wife, we were married for a couple of years but for all my life I had a strange passion for big curvy women and this one was the curviest of them all. It didn’t take her very long to confess that nothing was wrong with her PC and it was only a trick to seduce me. Needless to say she was successful. For a moment later we were making out, kissing and fondling each other. I was groping her big boobs and then she asked if I was up to something a little bit kinkier. I was up to anything with her.
So here I was tied up in her basement with her panties in my mouth, watching her swaying her hips and imagining what she would do with me. I think it is unnecessary to mention that I had a solid boner.
Slowly she approached me and smiled. Then she started to caress me through my underwear. I almost couldn’t stand it but every time I felt like was cumming she stopped.
“I love teasing you, Tommy. It’s such fun.”
I grunted something in response.
“Don’t worry I won’t deny you the pleasure any longer.” She unbuttoned her silk blouse. Her breasts looked even bigger only in her bra. “But first we should make some pictures for my private album. I always like to take pictures of the men I seduce and tie up.”
So this wasn’t her first time. I should have guessed. She took out her mobile phone and made a couple of snapshots of me tied to a chair and then one selfie of both of us. I was in no position to stop her.
“Don’t worry. Nobody will ever see these photos. Only I will be looking at them during the cold winter nights.”
Then she pulled down my underwear and gave me the most intense blow job of my life and it was only a prelude to what followed after.
Since that day I couldn’t think of anything else but her. My conscience was bothering me. I was feeling remorse because I never wanted to cheat on my wife but it simply happened. I wanted to confess but I didn’t have courage to do so. I was afraid she would never forgive me. However I also wanted to see Yvonne again. I wanted to be tied up and gagged by her. I wanted her to play with me again but I didn’t dare to visit her or to call her.
I did my best to act normally in the presence of Clara and I think she wasn’t suspecting anything.
Then one day I opened the mailbox in front of our house and I found a letter with my name on it. It contained a letter and two photos. The first photo was of Yvonne sitting on a chair tied up with ropes and gagged with duct tape. She looked really scared but sexy. I didn’t understand what it meant. At first I thought it was some kind of kinky invitation but then I started to read the letter: “We have your fat girlfriend. If you don’t want us to hurt her, come tonight to her house, alone and unarmed. Don’t tell the police or anyone else. If you decide that you don’t care for her enough to come, your wife might find out about your little adventure.” Another photo was that picture of both of use which she took when she tied me up the other day.
I didn’t quite understand what must have happened. At first I thought it was only her joke. But the more I was thinking about it the more I got a feeling that it wasn’t. Some people kidnapped Yvonne and were holding her captive in her own house. For some reason they contacted me. What did they want from me? I had no money and why should I pay ransom for her? I should have told my wife and called the police but I decided to come as they wanted me to. I knew it was a stupid decision but at that moment it seemed like the only possible one.
It was after dark when I arrived at Yvonne’s house. I was dressed in black jeans, black T-shirt, red and black plaid flannel shirt over it and a leather jacket.
I tried the door and it wasn’t locked. The house looked empty and I headed straight to the basement. The lights were on. I went down the stairs and there I saw her. She was bound and gagged just like in the photo and there were two men wearing black ski masks and holding pistols. They looked really scary.
She looked even more terrified and miserable. She was sobbing and moaning through her gag.
“Who are you, what do you want with us?” I asked.
“Shut up and listen. We want you to help us with something. If you do as we say we leave and you can continue your little love affair.”
“But why me?” I asked.
“Well, you are a perfect victim for blackmail. You are in no position to refuse us otherwise your wife might find out about what you and her friend were doing.”
“But how did you find out?”
“That’s none of your business. Here is what you have to do …”
I was crawling back home like a thief in the night and that I was. The more I think about it now the more I cannot understand how I could be so stupid to do what they asked me. But it is too late to cry now.
Their plan was simple. Somehow they found out about a precious collection of diamonds that my wife inherited from her wealthy aunt and they wanted them. They even knew she didn’t keep them in a vault in a bank and that we didn’t have a safe in our house. I was supposed to break into my own house and steal them. Pretty simple, wasn’t it?
I tried to resist. I told them “no” a couple of times but they only pointed a gun to Yvonne’s head and I knew I couldn’t let them kill her. It wasn’t love. It was an obsession. I couldn’t get her out of my head and I couldn’t stand seeing her suffer tied up and gagged in her basement. That is why I finally agreed to their plan.
I switched off all the electric fuses to disable the alarm and broke the window to the kitchen. I tried to be as quiet as possible because I didn’t want to wake up my wife. The diamonds were in her table in our bedroom, pretty stupid hiding place. I hoped I would be able to get them without her waking up. In case she did I was given a roll of duct tape to tie her up and gag her with. I was wearing a mask which those guys lent me but it was useless. The robbery was too obvious because who else knew where the fuse box was? Who else could know where to find the diamonds? I would be the first suspect and I only hoped that the police would buy my explanation and I could only hope that my wife would forgive me. However, I had a feeling I was damned anyway.
I reached the bedroom. She was asleep. I looked at her and I almost decided to wake her up and tell her everything but I didn’t.
When I opened the drawer and grabbed the diamonds, I heard Clara’s voice: “Who are you? What do you want?”
I almost gave myself away by telling her to calm down but she would recognize my voice.
I put down the diamonds and take out the duct tape from my pocket.
“What do you want? Help, somebody help me.”
She was struggling but it wasn’t difficult to overpower her. I taped her mouth, tied her hands behind her back and her feet and knees. I didn’t do it too tight and she should be able to get rid of the tape in a couple of hours.
I felt terrible. Not only, I cheated on my wife with her friend. Now I tied her up and stole her diamonds. I deserved everything that was coming to me. I put the diamonds in my pocket and left the room. The muffled moans of my wife’s taped mouth were following me. I couldn’t get it out of my head during the whole way back to Yvonne’s place.
“Did you get them?” asked me one of the kidnappers when I came back to the basement.
“Yes,” I replied, threw the mask on the floor and gave them the diamonds.
“Well, they are really beautiful,” smiled the other one when they were looking at them.
“Okay, I did what you wanted. I messed up my life. Now, please, let Yvonne go and leave.”
“Not so fast. We have to secure our getaway. Put your hands behind your back.”
“What?”
“C’mon. You were tied up before, weren’t you?”
They grabbed my arms and started to tie my wrists behind my back. I was struggling, calling for help but there was no chance somebody would come.
Soon I was hogtied on the floor while Yvonne was still sitting tied to the chair.
I expected them to gag me and then leave us but to my surprise they removed the tape from Yvonne’s mouth instead.
“Alright boys, get me out of this, we have a plane to catch,” she said.
I was shocked. She was working with them the whole time.
The masked guys started to untie her from the chair. She stood up and stretched her body.
“So this whole thing was your idea?” I asked while I was angry with myself. I was the dumbest guy on Earth.
“Sure. This was my plan from the beginning. How else do you think anyone could find out about our little romance? How else would anyone know about your wife’s diamonds? She showed them to me once and I decided I wanted them.”
Of course, how else could anybody know anything? I was so stupid.
“What are you going to do with me?
“Nothing, we will leave you here bound and gagged. I sold the house yesterday. Nobody will disturb you and when we reach the airport I will phone your wife and tell her where you are. I presume you didn’t tie her up too tight. She will be free in the morning and then she will come here to find you.”
“Oh no, you can’t do that, please.”
“Oh yes, I can and I will and I am also going to leave the pictures from our little kinky evening scattered around here. You better prepare some good excuse.”
“Oh no …”
“Are you two done chit-chatting?” interrupted one of the men our conversation.
“Not quite. Wait for me in the car. I will gag him and join you.”
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” I begged her as she was putting the enlarged pictures of me tied up and gagged around me on the floor.
“No, I don’t but I want to,” she laughed.
Then she pulled up her skirt and took down her panties.
“Now open your mouth, darling.”
I pressed my lips together but she only pinched my nostrils together and after a few seconds I had to open my mouth to get some air. In the same moments her panties were stuffed inside. Then she wrapped the remaining duct tape around my head to keep the gag in.
“Well, this is it. I hate saying good-byes but I think I owe you one last thing.”
She then unzipped my jeans, pulled them down a little and took my penis out from my boxers. I got hard once her hand touched me. She started to stroke me and in the same moment I was lost again. I forgot everything she had done and I only wanted this moment to last forever.
It didn’t I came really quick and then she kissed me on my taped mouth and left me there tied up, gagged and exposed for my wife or anyone else who would come sooner to find.
I was lying there struggling and all various kinds of thoughts went inside my head. What was going to happen to me? Jail? Perhaps. Divorce? Certainly. Clara will think that Yvonne and I were having an affair and decided to steal her diamonds together and then she double-crossed me. People will laugh at me, everyone will know what I did and I will have to move to another city and start all over again after eight years of happy life but no matter what happens, no matter where I go or what I do, until my death I will always remember Yvonne and her curves and I will always know that I am the most stupid man on Earth.
The End