Lynn lay on the bed, curled up as tightly as she could make herself. Somehow she
managed to contain the wracking sobs that threatened to burst free from her
chest, and she pulled the blankets over her naked body, covering her shame and
fear.  The moments crawled by with agonizing slowness as she waited for Michael
to come up to the bedroom.

Finally, she heard footsteps in the hall, then the door opening.  She glanced out
from under her arm which was covering her face, coated with her tears, and saw
Michael just sitting down on the edge of the bed, his back turned away from her. 
She was glad for this, knowing there was no way she could meet his eyes at this
moment.

Michael losened his tie and removed it, unbuttoning a few of his shirt buttons in
the process, then the cuffs at his wrist.  He kicked off his shoes next, then
pulled his dress socks off, standing up for a moment to put them in the hamper. 
Then, he just sat back down and was quiet for a while.

Lynn's mind was anything but quiet.  She was sure that her marriage was over, her
infidelity the one stroke that would end the most precious thing in her life. 
She tried not to think about it, but again and again her mind was drawn back to
the vision of living alone, having to go stay with her parents again while
explaining to them exactly why Michael had kicked her out.  The only grace she
felt was that they had decided to wait on having children.  To drag them through
a messy divorce would be more than she could stand.

Finally, Michael sighed deeply, and said "did you enjoy that?"

Lynn wasn't sure what to say.  Try as she might, no words would come to her
throat, though she could see herself saying any number of things. That she liked
it, but it was a mistake.  That she was seduced and it would never happen again. 
That she hated it but went along with it so as not to upset Kathy.  But, the
truth prevented her from giving an answer.  The truth she didn't want to admit
even to herself, and that she couldn't deny.  She had liked it, and she wanted to
do it again.

"Lynn, please answer me," Michael prompted, his voice strangely soft, almost
gentle in Lynn's ears.  She felt a slight relief for that, realizing she had been
granted a temporary reprieve from the horror of being out on the street, and her
voice returned to her control.

"Yes."  It was a sobbing sound, half choked through the tears she fought back,
but she managed to answer him with the truth, and though she felt that her
honesty would end her relationship, she took pride in that. She found more of her
strength returning, and the tears gradually began to subside.

"Yes, I figured you probably were enjoying it.  Did you enjoy it when she went
down on you, Lynn?"

"Yes", the only answer she knew she could give to that.

Michael sat quietly again for a moment, then she felt his hand wrapping around
hers.  Gently he pulled her against his body, hugging her at first softly, then
with an intensity that surprised her, drawing away her breath.  Her tears of
sadness had stopped, but now as she began to realize that her marriage was still
safe, if temporarily damaged, tears of joy took their place.

She craddled herself against his warm body, letting the sobs flow through her
now, feeling comforted and warm in his arms.  He began to kiss her forehead,
saying "It's alright.  Let it all out" over and over again, as though it was a
mantra that would heal all wounds.  And, for Lynn, it was exactly what she needed
at that moment, to know that it would be alright.  She lifted her arms to wrap
them around his body, and slipped off balance, her left hand shooting out to
regain her position. It landed firmly in Michael's lap, and it only took a moment
for her to realize how hard his cock was through his pants.

Lynn shot a look up at Michael, saw him smiling down at her.  She must have given
him a puzzled look, for he kissed her softly on the lips, then said "I liked it
as well, baby. It was a joy watching you bringing her off."

"Really?  Your not just bullshitting me are you, Mike?"  Lynn was scared he was
putting her on, and she was on guard for that strange smile he sometimes got when
he was being sarcastic.

Michael simply cupped his hand over hers, squeezing her fingers over the firmenss
of his bulge, and said "why don't you tell me if I liked it or not."

"I don't know if I've ever felt you so hard," Lynn said, running her hand up and
down Michael's shaft through his pants as he removed his hands.

"I would have preferred if you had talked to me about it first, but yes, it was
the most arousing thing I've even seen, I think."

"I'm so sorry, babe.  I thought I could control my desires, but things just got
out of hand today."

Michael gave her a big grin.  "Yeah, Kathy told me everything before she left."

Now Lynn felt a blush filling her cheeks.  If Kathy told him everything, that
would mean she had told him about the salesman at the store.  She remembered his
tongue on her sex, and fantasizing that it was Kathy.  If it would have been
possible, she would have crawled under the covers again, hiding her very visible
embarrassment.

"Don't worry sweetheart," said Michael.  "I liked all of it.  Though next time
you run off to flash a strange man, I would prefer to be there myself."

"I'm sure I can manage that," Lynn said, finding the thought more than just
appealing.  The idea of having Micheal there to tell her what to do, who to
flash, made her already over used sex tingle all over again. 'Shit, I'm turning
into a slut' she thought, smiling at herself.

Michael shifted his position to that he was facing Lynn.  Now she could see the
bulge in his dress pants, the lovely shape and curve of his cock hidden by the
slacks.  Her hands worked at his zipper as he waited patiently, undoing the front
of his pants and slipping her hands in under his briefs to hold his stiff shaft.

"You do realize that I'm not totally over the shock of it all yet, don't you
sweetie?"

"What do you mean," Lynn asked hesitantly, still running her fingers up the
curving shape of his cock, and pulling it free of his clothing.

"I mean that you will be repaying me for your sexual liaisons today," was his
reply, although his voice had a few little breaks in it as Lynn ran her finger
along the head of his penis.

"Whatever it takes to make it up to you, sweetie, I'd be happy to do," said Lynn,
wondering just what exactly he had in mind.  She lowered her head to his cock
without waiting for his reply and ran her tongue down along the curve of it. 
Michael didn't have a huge endowment, not at all like the salesman at the
shoestore who's cock she had seen plunging into Kathy, but she had always savored
the way his shaft curved to the left, that little hook always hitting her in just
the right spot when he slide inside her body.

Micheal sighed softly, his breathing becoming heavier as Lynn took the head of
his cock in her mouth, clamping her lips on it tightly and then pulling her head
back until it popped free once more.  "While that's very nice," he said, working
around his own moaning breath, "what your going to have to do is even nicer."

Lynn paused her ministrations of her husband's cock, holding it in one hand and
stroking it slowly, and asked "so when do I find out what it is?"

Michael disengaged himself from her hands and body and stood up, removing the
rest of his clothing as Lynn watched.  She found it arousing watching Micheal get
undressed, especially the way he would bend over as he removed his underwear, so
she could see his lovely round ass.  So cute for a guy, though not nearly as
spectacular as Kathy's she now realized.

"Ok babe.  Lay on your back on the bed," Micheal said, walking over to the
closet.

Lynn lay back as he requested, the coolness of the room raising goosebumps on her
skin, still damp with sweat from her play with Kathy. She closed her eyes,
letting the moving air caress her, rubbing across her body like the barest touch
of a lover.  She felt incredibly sensual at that moment, the way the hairs all
over her body were raised slightly by the prickling of her skin, breasts topped
with stiffening nipples.

Lost in the rapture of her body, she was startled when something soft covered her
face. She half lifted her hands to pull it free from her eyes when Michael said
"leave it there, sweetie".  He held her head in his hand, wrapping the material
around the back and tying it off. Lynn's mind began exploring the possibilities. 
It seemed Michael was in the mood for a game they hadn't played in a long time,
the "I can't see what your going to do next" game.

She felt the brush of Michael's lips upon her cheek, his soft kisses warm on her
cooling flesh.  Turning her head slightly, she met his lips with her own,
savoring the taste of her husband, the way he opened his mouth slightly and
dipped his tongue between her lips.  Her hands followed along the curve of his
body, until they slipped down between his legs to cup his quite erect cock again.
 As she slowly stroked him, his moaning breath trailed away from her face, his
lips running down along her neck and onto her shoulder.

Lynn arched her back, wanting desperately for him to ease the ache in her body by
kissing her breasts.  Instead, his tongue licked down along her arm, pausing to
suck on the inside bend of her elbow.  Her breath escaped her as his mouth
clamped down on that spot, drawing a sigh from her as she tossed her head on the
pillowcase.

Michael worked his way along her lower arm to her hand, pulling himself free of
her grip on his shaft.  He licked each finger in turn, sucking them one by one
into his mouth, before placing her hand and arm gently outstretched from her body
and returning to her neck.  Again, he repeated himself, kissing and nibbling his
way down her other arm, lifting it up to lick and suck her fingers before placing
it out to her side on the bed.

She felt the weight of Michael lifting from the mattress and she waited, guessing
he was going to find a toy to use on her.  His imagination could do wonders, and
she recalled the last time they had played this game, when he had found numerous
kitchen condiments to flavor her body with.  She had enjoyed just guessing what
each one was as she felt it coating her skin, but loved the added bonus of
Michael's tongue licking them off.

She could hear Michael padding around the room, going from first one side of the
bed to the other.  Then, the comforting weight of his body returned, slowly
straddling her stomach, the hardness of his cock pressed between her breasts. 
Lynn resisted an urge to squeeze her breasts together, knowing that Michael had
arranged her in this manner on the bed for a reason.

He lay down on her, his warmth passing through her skin into her body. His hands
slipped along her arms and down to her wrists, caressing the soft skin there for
a moment, before lifting her hands slightly and then placing them back down on
the bed.  She could feel something beneath her wrists, a rougher material than
the blankets, and Michael's hands reached over her arms, pulling the material
around her wrist.  He released her arms, then slid off her, sitting beside her on
the bed.

"Sit up" he said.

Lynn tried to sit up, to find her arms were tightly restrained by whatever
Michael had placed around them.   She tugged a few times before she began to
recognize the restraints given to her during her wedding shower as a gag gift
from her sister.  Made of parachute cord, ending with wrist straps lined with
velcro for quick strap downs and easy release, she and Michael had never gotten
around to using them before.

"I can't sit up," she said, feeling her body coming to life as she felt all
control slipping from the situation.  As when she thought about flashing the
salesman, her imagination about what Michael could do to her like this was
running rampant, creating a flush in her body that reached all the way to her
toes.

"Good," Michael said.  And, with that, she felt him lifting her left leg, then
binding it with one of the matching leg restraints.  He did the same to the right
leg, and now Lynn was imobile, only able to move her arms and legs a few inches.

She waited for a long time, waited for his next surprise.  He didn't speak again,
though she could feel him as he moved around the bed.  He stood up, and she
strained to listen to the sound of his footsteps.  Her body was growing very
aroused as she imagined him ontop of her, taking her, using her like this.

"Michael?" she asked tentatively, and was rewarded with the thickness of his
shaft shoved between her lips.  For a moment, she almost gagged, surprised by the
sudden invasion of her mouth, but then she greedily began to suck on it, feeling
the wetness in her legs spreading, running out of the lips of her sex and down
her thighs onto the bed. When his cock would pop free from her mouth, she would
run her tongue all along its length, savoring the salty taste of the pre-cum at
the tip, before gliding her lips back over it again.  Michael rocked his hips
slowly, riding her face as he so often rode her body.  Lynn only wished for her
hands to be free so that she could stroke herself as she sucked him.

Michael pulled away, and again the room was quiet for a moment.  His weight
descended on the bed, near her knees, and positioned itself between her outspread
thighs.  She lifted her hips, trying to entice him into penetrating her, wanting
his cock inside her so bad that, for agonizing moments she was sure she could
feel it there already.  But Michael teased her with it, pressing the head of his
cock against her mound, rubbing it down and over her clit, and then through her
wet slit, before sliding it back up again.  Over and over he did this, and Lynn's
hips and ass were squirming over the sheets, trying to slide forward enough to
get the tip inside her.

Michael pulled his cock away from her pussy for a moment, and Lynn bit back on a
whimper at the loss of it's touch to her sex.  She felt a light sting then, right
on the most sensitive part of her body.  It was repeated, and she could not
repress the groan that flooded from between her teeth as she felt Michael's cock
slapping her clit.  The sheer blessed joy of each jolt, a brief moment of slight
sting followed by such intense bliss. She arched her back as the slaps came
harder, visualizing his hand holding the shaft of his cock near the base, lifting
it like a little flesh and skin covered hammer, and then slapping it down on her
wet clit.

The intensity rose and rose, and Lynn knew she could get off doing this, her
orgasm so close now as he struck her repeatedly with his cock.  She knew she
wanted this again, wanted him to tie her down and use her like this, wanted him
to flip her over and spank her ass with his cock as he was her pussy.  As she
pushed towards her climax, from downstairs she heard the doorbell ringing.  For a
moment, she was sure it was a ringing in her ears from her mounting state of
arousal and the blood rush that would signal her climax, but then Michael was
climbing off her body.

"Undo these things, hun, quick," Lynn said.  "Knowing my luck it's mom and she
would die if she found us like this."

"Wait here," was Michael's reply, fading away down the hall as he went to answer
the door.  Lynn just lay there, shocked and mortified it would be a relative who
would have to use the bathroom, just down the hall from the bedroom.  If Michael
left the door open, the would have a clear view of the big four poster, and
Lynn's naked body bound to it.

Her fears were confirmed when she heard the footsteps on the stairs, more than
one set. Since Michael had no shoes on, she knew there were several people in the
house with him, and she prayed the door was at least partially closed.  The
footsteps reached the landing at the top of the stairs, and then walked towards
the bedroom.  She knew the door wasn't open when the sound entered the room
unhesitantly, and then stopped next to the bed.

She just lay there, her face blushing a crimson red the heat of which she could
easily feel.  From somewhere near the door, she heard Michael's voice saying "See
what I mean?  She's more completely aroused then I've ever seen her in my life. 
And she owes me big time for what happened earlier today."

Lynn's mind whirled around these words.  It grasped at them, read them, recited
them, but couldn't understand exactly what they meant.  All she could focus on
was the image of her naked body tied to the bed, and the strangers who might be
looking at her right now.  She felt scared, and aroused, just as she had been at
the shoe store.  Only the fear was stronger, having no control over her body, no
way to decide just what she would want to do.  Whatever Michael decided was her
only choice, which was no choice at all.  And still, she couldn't contain the
deeping tingle in her pussy, or hide from these people the wetness of her lips
below.

"I think you've looked at her enough," said Michael, breaking the spell of
silence that hovered in the room.  "I can see your both aroused by what I've
presented you with.  She's yours.  I'm just going to sit over here and watch for
a while."

Lynn lay there, speechless, thoughtless, as the rustle of clothing being removed
filled the terrible quiet that followed Michael's words.