Her long, red fingernails tapped slowly, patiently on the gleaming oak surface of
the bedroom chest.  The clock chimed in the background, and her deep green pools
of eyes glanced at the golden hands of the clock.  Her soft, full lips pursed in
anticipation and she nervously twirled a golden tress around her slender finger. 
She stood up, stretching her long legs, and pulled the band of her black silk and
lace slip down over her round thighs neatly.  Despite the child she had bore two
years ago to her husband, her body was still long and thin, her stomach flat, her
breasts round globes of flesh that attracted attention in a crowd.  "Yes," she
murmured to herself in an admiring tone, "You're still the finest wife in this
city."

She readied for his arrival, straightening up the bedroom and fixing her
appearance one last time.  He always arrived late from the office, but he
wouldn't be tardy today. She'd made sure of that last night.  Also, she'd left
the baby with her mother, to ensure no interruption of their impending
discussion.  She would pick the baby up later, afterwards.  Now it was a few
minutes after six, and her ears were cocked to the sound of their new Mercedes'
engine.  He'd become quite the corporate big shot lately, and they now lived in
the lap of luxury with a new home and two new cars.  Quite a change from the
run-down city housing they'd occupied when they first started living together,
she mused silently to herself.

The familiar sound of the car's engine was growing closer to the large two-story
house, finally backing into the driveway. She listened to the engine shut off,
and to the car door slamming closed.  She lay back  down on the bed with a slow
sigh escaping between her red lips, resting her head on a pillow.  Her tresses
lay about her head like a white halo.

"Hon?  Where are you, hon?"

The bedroom door opened, and his handsome, work-weary face popped in the doorway.
 His face brightened at the sight of her, lying on the green and white bed in a
provocative pose, her breasts jutting out, nipples hard against the fabric of her
slip.  Her hip was softly rounded against the flatness of the bed, giving her
body an extra voluptous look.  She shifted her long, creamy legs coyly, with a
shy smile, and he grinned slowly, dropping his suitcase to greet her in a hug.

"How's my little doll?" he asked in a whisper, slowly licking her ear.  She
shivered, and drew back against the bed.  She pulled him down into a lingering
kiss, forcing him to lie down on top of her, her legs spread around his waist. He
rubbed her through their garments with his growing hardness while kissing her
neck slowly, the warmth of his lips making her shiver slightly.  She wrapped her
arms around him, and squirmed underneath him, tugging at him until he rolled her
body on top of his.  He did this obligingly-- he loved to have her ride on top of
him, she surmised with a smile, recalling his cries of joy that had echoed
through the bedroom only a few nights ago.

"What are you smiling about?"  He asked teasingly, tweaking a hard nipple
playfully.

"Oh, nothing," she said softly, and stretched her body along his, taking grip of
his hands and pulling them far above his head so that they were resting on a
pillow.  She played with his fingers slowly as his lips caressed the base of her
neck. One of her hands slipped away from his as the other one continued to tease
his wrist.  He sighed at her tickling and nipped at her neck, which was draped
gently over his collarbone and shoulder. She slipped her other hand away slowly,
and he kept his hands where they were at to continue the sensation of her long
body stretched against his, her legs entangled within his, her stomach and
breasts laying flat against him.

Cold steel met her now free hands, and slowly, she pulled the pair of handcuffs
over to his wrists, being careful not to alert him as to what she was doing.  Her
body was covered in a nervous perspiration, and her knees trembled at the thought
of what should happen if she failed.  Before he knew what she was doing, she
flicked her wrists quickly, slapping the cold metal around his bony, strong
wrists and locked him against the bedposts.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he cried in surprise, his face a mask of fear, as he reflexively
thrust his hands forward.  With a loud thud, the other ends of the handcuffs
banged against the bedposts that  they were chained to.  She shakily moved her
clammy hands over his elbows, trapping his arms down, and scooted forward to sit
on his solar plexus so that his knees couldn't hit her on the back in his efforts
to get free.

Her face was sour now as she peered through bitter eyes down at him, even as she
still shook from nervousness.  "So, why do you think that tramp you call your
secretary wasn't at work today?" she asked in a sultry, suggestive tone.

His face was a stolid, white mask, and he shrugged the best he could in the
restraints.  "I donno, I'm not her keeper."

"You may not be her keeper, but you've been fucking that tramp at work, nine to
five, hmm?"  He shook his head in denial, rambling, "You're so beautiful, hon,
I'd never even think of ... is that what this is all about?"

She sighed slowly at his protests, her chest heaving above his face.  He groaned
inwardly, hoping the rush of blood to his cheeks didn't reveal the truth. 
Despite the fact he was trapped--he absolutely hated the feeling of being
trapped--he could feel a hard ridge forming along the zipper of his trousers.  He
swallowed hard in trepidation, wondering what his wife was going to do.  His eyes
were wide with ill-concealed fear.

Her smooth face looked down at him, and she gave him a tsk-tsk noise.  "I took
care of her last night.  She's in her bed, right now, tied up.  She'll remain
that way until someone goes to see her.  Perhaps she'll learn ..."  She moved her
hands down his chest, kneading his torso slowly, feeling his hard muscles.

"Perhaps she'll learn the side effects of being a corporate slut."

"Listen, honey, I didn't ..."

"BULLSHIT you didn't!  She told me every fucking thing you did!"  Her voice
quickly rose in volume and pitch, her eyes flashing with anger.  She dropped her
head down to his ear, whispering slowly in a seductive tone.

"She told me about how you fucked her on your desk.  How she pulled her skirt up
for you, and you took your hard cock in your hand."  For emphasis, she reached
down to squeeze his hard mass.  "And you laid your body down on the desk.  First,
she sucked you.  Then, you told her to fuck you when you grew bored of her
sucking."

He sighed in resignation, trying not to hear the words and accusations spilling
out of his wife's mouth. He tried not to smell her lavender perfume, ever so
faint, tickling his nostrils innocently in tiny wisps.  He tried not to feel her
toned body pressing against his, her panty-free pussy on his lower stomach, so
excruciatingly close to his cock.  She knew this was torture for him, so she
shifted slightly, letting him feel the swell of her ass rubbing gently against
him.  He was able to feel her skin even through his suit, warm and smooth.

"She told me about lunch break, in the car.  You gave her a pair of earrings. 
Gold, with emerald stones.  You helped her put them on.  She was so happy.  Then
you fucked her, right then and there, in the parking garage.  She said it was
dark in the garage, and nobody could see you through the tinted windows of your
Mercedes.  She said that they could see the rocking of the car as you drove your
tool deep inside her tight, wet pussy and bit her nipples as she rode you
furiously, as she rode you in ecstacy.  How you went back to work afterward,
acting like nothing out of the ordinary occurred."

While she was talking, she was (with agonizing slowness) innocently moving her
pussy closer to his cock, and when the head of his cock felt her soft pussy, his
breathing became shallow.

"I asked her how it felt, to be someone's fuck toy," she whispered slowly, and
stuck her tongue out to lick his ear, nibbling it quickly before she continued. 
He shivered, and exhaled sharply.  "She said she loved your cock.  She said she
loved the feeling of your raw sex inside her--her mouth, her pussy, her ass...
anywhere."

She moved up along his body now, her nipples pressing against the black sheen of
the fabric not so far above his face.  He longed to feel her nipples in his
mouth, despite the fact that he'd been caught cheating- been caught red-handed.
Despite the fact that he was pinned down and helpless.  She knew it, too, and
slowly rubbed her pussy against his rod, up and down.  She shuddered at the
pleasing sensation, her creamy skin quivering.  He was in agony, his cock pulsing
with pent-up pressure.

"Please ..." the words were pushed out quietly, with a shuddering breath, aching
to ask her to fuck him right there, right then.  He almost couldn't finish the
sentence-- his blood roared in his ears, his pulse rocketed through his testicles
and cock.  She looked at him, her cheeks flushed slightly with red, her eyes
still tinted with anger directed at him.

"For-- forgive me," he groaned.  He would have done anything at this sensitive
moment, to get the sensations of his cock relieved.  She leaned down once again,
ignoring his plea.  She brushed her breasts purposely against his chest as she
added more weight atop his cock.  "Do you know what I did then, hmm?" she
murmured in a conspirational tone.

He shook his head, trying to calm himself.  He couldn't calm, however, and let
another groan out involuntarily, despite his best efforts to restrain himself.

"I fucked her.  She was handcuffed, just like you. I took her clothes off, and I
was nibbling her clitoris, teasing her with my tongue.  I stuck my tongue deep
inside her pussy.  I was actually eager to taste this woman that had caught your
affections so, to taste a pussy that your cock had exploded inside of."

His cock surged right then with excitement, and the inside of his underwear was
instantly soaked through with pre-cum. It was everywhere--he could feel the
slippery viscosity rubbing against his cock.  He groaned, his head pressed back,
and moved his hips upward automatically.  The friction of the suit rubbed against
him, and the agony built up into a small orgasm.  He gave a weak cry, and his
cock strained against his wife's pussy, his hands clenched into white fists.  She
waited patiently as he rubbed hard against her mound through their clothes,
trying to hump her.  He was left unsatisfied and hornier than ever before.

"Her cum was sweet, yet tart.  Tasted nice against my tongue.  Her clit was warm
and hard, and I loved to press the edge of my tongue against it.  I could feel a
faint tinge of your cum--I could tell you'd fucked her just a few hours before. I
caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples.  I used my tongue to make her orgasm
in my mouth... and believe me, she came, all over my face.  She came so
unbelievbly hard, over and over."

"Then, I took all my clothes off.  I let her suck my nipples.  She bit and
nibbled them for a few minutes, before I sat on her face."

His breathing was hard, uneven, from listening to her talk dirty to him in this
way.  His face was flushed a bright red, and perspiration was running down his
face along his jawbone. She lifted her slip slowly and ceremoniously, and her
beautiful, shaven pussy came into view.  Her curves were perfect, soft and
aesthetically pleasing.  She fumbled a little bit with the slip, pulling it over
her head, and lifted her body off of him to adjust herself.  She turned around so
that her head was facing his cock. She scooted upwards, and settled her pussy
directly on his mouth, laying her hips down against him.  He dove eagerly into
her sweet muff, wanting to do anything to get his mind off his straining cock. 
She pressed her clit against his lower teeth urgently, and he watched her ass
rise and fall with her lustful thrusts.

He slowly ran his tongue along her sweet slit, lubricated well by the sweet
juices that had accumulated as she had teased him.  She sighed softly, and leaned
her head down to nip his stomach through his shirt.  She undid the lower buttons
of his shirt so she could kiss and lick his muscles slowly. She loved the taste
of perspiration against the feel of hard skin. He groaned at the feel of her
tongue, his cock becoming more unbearable even as he tried not to think about the
sensations.

He caught her erect button between his teeth and gently massaged it.  She gasped
softly, crushing it against him involuntarily.  He rubbed her nub with his bottom
row of teeth, and slipped his tongue in her slit, letting the tip tease the
inside of her pussy lips slightly.  Her warm mouth left his belly to say, "Put
your tongue inside my pussy," before she reverted to her kissing and nibbling.
She unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and slipped her hand inside his briefs,
laughing quietly at the feel of all the slippery liquid inside.  As she drew his
cock out of his underwear, he forced his mind back to his task even as her
fingertips slowly ran up and down his cock, tickling him.

He plunged his tongue inside her pussy, making the tongue erect and long, as a
makeshift penis.  He stuck it in her as far as he could, moving it inside and out
with short thrusts. His teeth were still grinding against her pussy, and she let
out a long, trailing moan, her hot breath rushing over his cock. He teased her
harder, feeling her body involuntarily jerk against his face.

"Harder! HARDER!"  The cries were short and gasped in rapid-fire succession, and
he fought an urge to stop, and to torture her as she'd tortured him.  But in the
back of his mind, he knew he had done her a great injustice, and so he continued
making love to her with his tongue.  She moaned his name over and over as her
orgasm neared, her body warm and tense, urgent and needy against his mouth.  He
suddenly pushed harder against her, thrusting his tongue deeper inside of her
pussy, and she erupted into an orgasm.  He could almost feel the blood pumping
through her pussy, and as the juices poured out between her slit, he lapped them
up obligingly, trying to drink her nectar and to continue giving her the orgasm. 
However, there was too much cum, and it took all his energy just to keep going,
his tongue exhausted with the ardous strain, his brain overloading with the
sensations of her cries against his painfully erect cock.

Finally, she collapsed, her clitoris twitching a last time against his tongue as
she fell down in overextertion on top of him.

He exhaled slowly, and breathed in the scent of her pungent musk for a few
moments that seemed to last forever.  She did lift herself up after a minute or
two, and gave his cock a long lick, her wet, warm tongue caressing the base of
his cock to the tip of his glans.  He sighed, anticipating the relief he would
finally get.  Suddenly, without warning, she lifted herself up on her knees,
swung her leg over him, got off of him, and stood up.  His brow furrowed in
surprise as she put her slip back on, and put a long, white summer dress on over
it, the black showing clearly through.  She put her small feet inside a pair of
high heels and bent over to pick up a packed duffel bag.

Suddenly, his cock was forgotten.  His body grew cold as the feeling of dread
that had been gnawing at him ever since he'd felt the cold metal surrounding his
wrists intensify, and his eyes quickly welled up with tears that had been years
since in visiting his face- tears of realization.

"Please, don't," he said brokenly, feeling his heart sink, his face desperate and
needy, "Don't leave me, I'll do anything."  A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Goodbye, Todd."  The door shut behind her beautiful silhouette, and she was gone.