## She came to my door

Post by bandit666 » Sun Apr 02, 2017 10:41 pm

Part one
It had been a little over 5 years since I laid eyes upon the reason my marriage nearly fell apart. That reason was one of my wife's former friends, Miss Ilka Williams. When she pulled up on my drive as I worked on one of my classic cars. It was like a bolt out of the blue. An unwelcome bolt or the blue at that. And you know until she stepped out of the little red car of hers. Well to be fair I'd pretty much forgotten all about her and even how close she had come to destroying my marriage.
It was her that spoke first. Telling me how she'd been talking with my wife. Trying to rebuild the friendship they'd once shared. Ilka had been a friend to my wife for many, many years before we'd even met and fell in love. And that's no doubt the reason why I'd been so welcoming. Why I'd allowed her into our home. Allowed her to share time with us. her into our shared life together. But there was always something not quite right. Something I could never exactly put my finger on if I'm to be honest with you.
But you know seeing Ilka standing there. Well that brought back those long suppressed memories. She still looked the same as she had all those years ago. Her natural Nordic blonde hair cut in a now unfashionable bob. Her blue eyes still looking amazing, especially highlighted by what little makeup she was wearing. Still wearing the tight white roll necked t-shirt and tight fitting jeans. The very clothes that always showed off her rather large soft breasts and curvy little arse to perfection.
Well of course it wasn't that Ilka was attractive. Or blessed with a hot young body blue eyes and blonde hair that lay behind our near break up. No it all fairness that was my own stupidity. Oh and my love of bondage. For you see the day, that day. When my marriage nearly ended. Well I allowed myself to get swept along by a woman's charms and my own lust for all things involving women in bondage. For you see it appeared Ilka and my wife had been talking. Talking about the games we liked to play, and how it felt.
But I guess right now what you're all wanting to hear about is what happened that day just over 5 years ago. So really the only place to start is at the beginning. A beginning that saw Ilka arrive at the home I shared with my wife when she was out. And at first everything seemed normal. She was acting and dressed as normal. Smiling, open and friendly. While squeezed into a tight pair of jeans and white t-shirt. Back then it all seemed so, well natural.
Yet in quite a short time the conversation had turned to bondage and the games me and my wife played. And, well I guess as they say one thing lead to another. So all to quickly Ilka was standing before me dressed in just a pair of tight fitting pink nylon panties. Oh and a bust boosting white nylon bra. Not that she needed to boost her ample breasts. But those panties, well they certainly highlighted her curvy butt and formed the perfect camel toe.
Not that Id seen her sexy little striptease sadly. For sadly if I was to spend some time binding and gaging that pretty sexy blonde. Which I did, it meant leaving the room to get a few supplies. Yet that didn't take me too long I'm sure. Just long enough to miss Ilka remove her shoes and socks. Before finally squeezing out of those super tight jeans and breast hugging white t-shirt. But to be fair if I remember rightly that day it was wasn't that big a deal. As after all for me it was all about getting her securely bound, in this case with tape, and gagged. Yes that's right taped. For you see in my rush to take the chance than Nordic beauty had given me. Well I'd simply grabbed a full, new roll of bright yellow electricians tape from my supply box. Oh and a pair of my wife's shiny blue satin panties from the laundry basket. Had to have a good gag now didnt I. And what better place to start Ilka's requested captivity than with that gag.
Mind I don't believe for one moment. Even as she willingly parted her lips that my wife's then friend had the slightest idea what was going into her mouth. As she just let the soft sensual blue panties slip past her lips. Lips enblazened with the most glorious red lipstick. Before it was packing her mouth fully. And it was only once she felt her mouth packed we could continue. After once started, as I told her, there was no going back. Not that she seemed to show any signs of wanting to mind. Not even as the first two wraps of the yellow tape split those ruby red lips and ran around her head to form a cleave gag.
Oh how she fidgeted and shuffled as the gagging continued. More tape passing over her mouth till finally all that could be seen of that beautiful woman's face was her nose and chin. And still she offered no resistance. Even as she pulled and twisted her mouth as much as she could. Only making the slightest of noises in the process. Ilka could tell she wasn't going to get that gag off I'm sure. But that just seemed to please her all the more as she simply slipped her hands behind her.
With her wrists cross the way they were it only took a couple of seconds before the tape was holding them firmly in place. Yet I don't think she expected where I wound that sticky yellow tape next. Or how she would end up feeling the backs of my hands against her nylon covered breasts. As round and round her body and arms, just below those ample breasts, went the tape. All before my fingers stroked the soft skin of that sexy blondes cleavage. As the same tape went round and round that same body and yes arms above her breasts.
Yet still she offered no mutterings past the panties and tape of the gag. While playfully testing just how well the tape held her wrists and body. And boy did Ilka seem to enjoy how helpless it made her all feel. So much so in fact I had no problem getting Ilka to squeeze her legs together for even more bondage. I can safely say they were wonderful soft legs. Legs that only became better once that tape held them tight. Tight around her ankles, mid-calves, lower and upper thighs.
Boy had I made sure that blonde beauty would remain all so helpless despite her struggles. And once she was lying on the floor she struggling. Rolling from her front to her back. Legs rubbing together as she tried to loosing the tape pinning them together. Her arms straining while the tape just seemed to highlight her soft ample breasts. The whole thing was a sight to see. Well save for in the eyes of my wife who walked in on our little game
God did she blow a fuse. Her face was bright red as she raged about me being her husband and Ilka being her friend. She wasn't very happy at all. And to be fair she had every right to act as she did. After all there I was her husband eyes glued to her friend. A friend who lay on our living room floor, dressed in only her pink panties and white bra in strict bondage. It's a miracle we both didn't end up on the door step.
Well there you go. Now you have heard about what happened that day. But do you want to hear what happened when Ilka returned a little over 5 years later. And more to the point what I ended up having her do. What I did to her and how things progressed. If the answers yes the please let me know.....
Bandit666

### Re: She came to my door

Post by gagged » Wed Apr 05, 2017 3:32 am

An intriguing, start, my friend
I don't like cheating husbands usually, but I'm pretty curious to see where this story is going (and what happened to Ilka 5 years later, obviously...)