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Is you joy Tonight Show? Melissa stared at the ceiling,
her eyes, looking unseeingly at the ceiling fan tracing its
slow path in the shadows of the night. Closing her eyes,
she just knew sleep was beyond her at the moment.
She ate far too much for sleep. It had been three,
maybe four months since she and Chris had had sex. Damn,
she could barely remember how it felt. Turning on her side,
she looked at his back as he slept a gentle snore,
emphasizing his slumber. Slipping her hand down over her stomach,
pressing under the waistband of her pajamas, moving over her mound.
The heat that burnt between her thighs scorched her fingertips,
her feminine as kissed a warm line and down her thighs,
emphasizing her need, pulling her hand back up. She didn't
want to get herself off. She wanted Chris to get
her off, for them to share it. God, she wanted
to have him inside her. They might be rapidly approaching
middle age, or maybe just pasted it, but they were
more than physically capable. It just wasn't normal not having
a decent sex life at their age. When she met
her friends and they spoke of their apparently passionate sex lives,
she just smiled and nodded. She'd always been the quiet
mouse of the group anyway, so no one expected her
to wax lyrical about her sex life. In truth, they
probably assumed she just had sex once a week on
a Sunday morning, and that was it. Kissing the top
of Chris's back, her hands sliding over his waist and
invading his shorts, her fingers gently caressing his flaccid cock.
Chris moaned gently before his fingers gripped her wrists lightly
and pushed her hand back as he muttered, not no, sweetheart,
I'm tired. Melissa rolled onto her back and once again
stared at the ceiling. She shouldn't be annoyed, she thought,
but Chris's interest in her physically had weighed dramatically over
the past year. Sure, the rest of their relationship was fine,
but it felt like they were companions more than lovers,
and she needed the lover part of their relationship now
more than she ever had. It made her feel so
ugly and unwanted when he rejected her, letting her hands
slip over her stomach, feeling her unwanted curves, she began
to wonder if that was the issue. She wasn't a
spring chicken anymore, and after giving birth, the three kids,
and the enemy of gravity doing its worse, she wasn't
as slim as she once was. She was still petite,
her dark curly hair now flecked with gray. She wondered
if she had actually let herself go. She cursed herself
for even thinking it. Chris's hair was thinning, his stomach
drooped a little more than when she had met him.
That was life, she thought, before her frustration turned to anger.
She slipped out of the marital bed, needing to find
a distraction so she might sleep again, Not daring to
turn the TV on for fear of the sound waking
Chris and him being grouchy all day, she went to
their PC. Actually, in reality, it was Chris's PC for
his work as a designer, but she did occasionally use
it and just about could remember how to navigate the Internet.
Opening the browser She tried to remember the web address
of some good porn sites. Her friends would be shocked
if they knew she watched porn. Her friends would be
shocked if they knew she watched porn, but recently it
was the only way she got any orgasms. She would
buy a vibrator, but was sure Chris would trip over
it eventually, and he could be such a prude about things,
so she relied on her fingers and imagination. Flipping through
the endless categories on the screen. She eventually settled on cunnilingus.
She adored receiving oral sex. He was just so intimate
and sensuous, possibly more so than having Chris inside her.
Watching the screen, the woman knelt over the man's stubbled
face as she watched her lower herself onto his lips.
Melissa could feel the heat burning through a pussy. Almost automatically,
her hands slipped back into her pajama bottoms and explored
her pussy, stroking her fingers along the length of her folds.
She was just so dawn wet. The woman's face contorted
into an expression of absolute pleasure as his tongue gently
circled her clit. Melissa's finger mirrored his tongue circling her
own clit, slowly resisting the urge to just rub it enthusiastically.
She knew her orgasm would be so much more intense
because of it, denying her nub the pleasure it craved.
Her eyes fixated on the screen, the man eventually lifted
his head back and with two fingers spanked the woman's clit,
a shudder of intense pleasure shaking through a body. Her
fingers tightened in his hair as he resumed circling her
clit gently. Mesmerized, Melissa pulled her pajamas down and spanked
her own clip with two fingers. There was a brief
bolt of electricity that passed through a pussy, descending into
a warm glow that resonated through her whole body. As
she continued to gently circle it. It was becoming increasingly difficult
to restrain this need to touch her clit and let
the onslaught of the orgasm she needed so bad to
explode through a body. Watching the man on the screen
supped the woman's clit and then drag his teeth along
its slope, sent a fresh jolt of heat right into
her clit. Melissa grasped her clit between her fingernails and
dragged it, her thighs tense with the intensity of electricity
assaulting every nerve in her body. Finally, his tongue descended
on her clit, flicking it voraciously. Relief grewed Melissa's body
as her fingers found her clit, rubbing it furiously. Her
body's reaction mirrored the woman in the screen. Her thighs
tensed and twisted with the raptures of pleasure, her orgasm
burning through every cell in her body. She bit on
her free hand, suppressing a loud moan as her orgasm
erupted deep in her core. Panting heavily, she slowly slipped
her fingers away from her clit, lifting them to her lips.
She sucked reduces from them, the taste emphasizing the sensations
moving through her. As her heart beat slowed, her panting calmed,
Melissa's sensibilities returned. She knew Chris would be using the
computer in the morning, just as he always did, and
she did not want him knowing she had been watching porn,
so pressing on the history tab, she deleted her adventure
from the list. For some reason, her eyes were drawn
down the list, One name stuck out, Kinky friend Finder. Curious,
she clicked on it. The page opened to announce it
as a premium place to meet online friends who shared
an interest in BDSM. Melissa just mouthed the silent home. Transfixed,
she scrolled down the screen. Profile after profile moved at
the page of women and men either tied gout, read
from spanking, or well. She wasn't quite sure how to
describe some of it, but it's sure as hell didn't
look comfortable, assuring herself it was probably an advert Chris
had accidentally clicked on. She moved back to his history.
One more pages were evident from Kinky FriendFinder. He seemed
to be on it several times a day. Profile after
profile showed up women who wanted to dominate or be dominated,
women into bondage, spanking, chastizing, punishing. Is this really what
Chris was into? Before the kids? They had messed around
with some games, but this was a completely new league
to Melissa. This was a world she never really knew existed.
Her friends had discussed banking by the way, they said
it was sensuous. This was brutal. Looking up at the
top right of the screen, she noticed a blank profile
image and underneath it a red, flashing message you have
new mail. Sulking in a breath, she steeled herself for
whatever might lay beyond that flashing red message and clicked it.
The screen rapidly filled with a long list of messages,
most of them apparently read, but the top one remained
highlighted and presumably unread. Not wanting any evidence of her discovery,
Melissa decided not to open the message, just to content
herself with reading the introduction, Hi, Chris Tom seventy one,
I would love to switch with you. Just look at
my profile video and you'll see how experienced I am.
In the scene, Melissa managed to resist her curiosity for
a whole thirty seconds before clicking the link for Red
Curls eighty six profile. A series of photos and videos
appeared on the screen. Judging by the mass of red
curls on her head, her name was well chosen. Unfortunately,
she had no other hair to show if she was
natural or not. Maybe she was just a mousey brown
that had got bored. She had managed to string a
whole three sentences together as a profile, Melissa mused, obviously
relying on the videos that taunted Melissa as a way
to attract mates. Unable to resist any longer, she just
had to click play. The screen flickered for a moment
before the video started. This was obviously a homemade movie,
she thought. A large bed dominated the screen. It looked
overly fluffy to Melissa, but that thought quickly vanished as
Red Curls eighty six walked into shot. Her skin looked
like porcelain white against her black lingerie. A long robe
framed her body as she moved around the screen. She
held her hands up. She held what seemed to be manacles.
She stared straight at the camera, beckoning someone to come nearer.
There was something darkly fascinating about the video, something that
seemed to draw Melissa in. There was an air about it, attention,
quite unlike the sensuality of the last video she watched.
She tried for a moment to stop it playing, telling
herself she didn't like this kind of thing. She couldn't
she was a good girl. Something fascinated her about what
was going to happen next. Suddenly, the unmistakable view of
a man's ass walked into shot from behind the camera,
taking the manacles from Red Curls eighty six open hand,
He attached one to a wrist and then led her
to the bed. She lay on the bed as he
threaded the chain of the manacles through the metal bed
frame and secured her other wrist in the waiting manacle.
Red Curls eighty six his body right on the bed,
pulling against her bondage, pushing her legs down. Her body
twisted in some act of denial. For the first time.
The man turned side on a Melissa got all view
of his throbbing erection, gasping involuntarily at his size. Her
pussy still throbbed from her earlier orgasm, but damn it
throbbed again. Her whole pussy felt like it was suddenly electric.
The man grabbed Red Curls eighty six his ankle, but
she kicked back like some naughty child who was refusing
to go to bed. She wrenched her ankle from his grip.
Obviously displeased with her, the man wrapped his arms around
her legs before pushing them back over her head. Suddenly,
Red Curls eighty six looked so vulnerable and prone. The
man brought his hand round in a swift arc. The
crack as his hand spanked her ass, clearly audible as
it echoed around the empty room. Melissa swore she could
feel the sensation of his hands spanking her intimately through
her whole body. Her pussy clutched aggressively for the sensation.
Confusion veiled her mind. This wasn't her. Sure she'd heard
about things like this, but it really wasn't for her.
She only liked soft, sensuous sex, didn't she. The man's
hand connected once again on the bare flesh of Red
Curls eighty six is ass. Melissa's pussy responded in perfect time,
throbbing angrily, biting her lips, she realized how dry they were,
and from the sensation moving down her thigh, how wet
her pussy was. Red Curls eighty six cried loudly at
the stroke, before gyrating her hips slowly. The pleasure she
was enjoying quite obvious. The man let Red Curls eighty
six his legs, dropped back to the bed and walked
toward the camera, giving Melissa a very close view of
his erection as it swayed in the air, licking her lips,
and dark thoughts invaded her mind. Images played inside her head,
things that she'd never imagined before. He grabbed the camera
and moved it to the foot of the bed, where
the red had still writhed. Every now and then, Melissa
caught a glimpse of her sparkling pussy, lips swollen and red.
They looked so hot, so sensitive, so inviting. Unbeknownst to her,
Melissa's hand had already moved between her thighs, and her
fingers were teasing her clips slowly as she watched every movement.
The man appeared back and shot again, holding another pair
of manacles, his voice dark and annoyed as he spoke,
if you're going to act like a brat, then I
will punish you like one. Grabbing a loose ankle, he
quickly fastened a manacle strap, lacing the chain through the
metal bed frame. He then attached the free manacle to
her other ankle. Red Curls eighty six's shaven pussy was
fully visible now it positively glowed from the spanking. The
glimmer of dampness shimmered over the sensual pink, producing a blindfold.
He fixed it around Red Curls eighty six's head before
kneeling on the bed. Melissa didn't know why. She hadn't
noticed the strange leather eight before, but it had always
been there, she just hadn't noticed it until now as
he was reaching for it. The closest thing she could
describe it as was a miniature cut of nine tails
that she'd seen in pirate stories when she was a kid.
Whatever it was, the man stood with it at the
side of the bed, shaking its strands loose for a
moment before he bought it down against the inside of
the Red head's sighs. Pink low spread over her belle skin.
Her body writhed, damn it, Melissa could see her pussy throbbing.
Without thinking, Melissa parted her thighs and brought her hand
down as hard as she could. A delicious sting spread
through her body, quickly followed by a warm glow that
invaded every cell. She suddenly realized she was panting quick,
sharp gasps that seemed to fuel the ache between her thighs,
an ache quite different to anything she had experienced before.
Watching the continued flogging of Red Curls eighty six's thighs,
her fingers marking every crack with her own intimate spanking,
her pussy burning with desire, a fire, so furious she
didn't know she could hold back any longer. Suddenly, the
man stood still as he studied the writhing woman on
the bed for the first time. Red Curls eighty six
spoke her voice, gentle and soft. Please, sir, I'll be good,
Please satisfy your little slut. The man said nothing in response,
just walking up to her, his fingers caressing her jawline
in what Melissa thought was one of the most sensuous
touches she had ever witnessed. Suddenly there was a noise
from the bedroom. She could hear Chris getting out of bed.
Looking at the clock on the screen, it was six am. Damn,
how long has she been watching this? Quickly deleting her
history and shutting the computer down, she pulled her pajamat
bottoms back into their normal position, grabbed a book from
the side, and sat down on the sofa quickly. She
was still furious with Chris for what ever the fuck
he was up to, probably meeting these women while he
said he was out working all day. I wonder he
was too tired to fuck Melissa. But right now, her
mind was still shocked by her reaction to the video,
and really couldn't think straight. It was her day off.
She needed to do grocery shopping anyway, but more than anything,
she needed to think. Breakfast passed cordially. Chris was obviously
aware that he had rejected Melissa again last night and
really didn't want to speak about it. Melissa had a
whole lot of other things going on through her mind
and didn't know where to start. Eventually, Chris leaned down
and kissed her on the forehead before saying goodbye. He
was going to be late tonight. She watched him leave
and then breathed out a deep sigh of relief. Making
another coffee, despite not feeling at all tired, she sat
down at the kitchen table. She just needed to get
everything straight in her mind. So was Chris meeting this woman?
Is that where he was gone all day and working
late After raising the children and watching them become young adults.
She had stayed loyal to him all these years. That
thought really did make her blood boil. Through the harsh
kiss of caffeine, a plan formed in her mind. She
needed to know she could contact these women and ask,
but would they be honest? They were probably married themselves
and didn't need the hassle. Instead, she would have to
join them, she decided, a temptation for Chris maybe and
to see what he does. Yes, it could lead to
the end of their marriage. But if this was the
way things were going, wasn't their marriage over anyway? Happy
with their she looked through her underwear collection. The years
had not been favorable to her on it. The only
sexy lingerie she owned was now sadly far too tight.
That was easily remedied, though. There was a laundry shop
on her way to the grocery store. If she was
going to put photos up on the Internet of herself,
she was going to have to disguise herself somehow. Maybe
they had something in the launderie shop that she could use.
But then there was another problem. She couldn't get them
images of the manacles out of her head, not the flogger.
There was something in her that was so deeply unsatisfied
and wanted to experience these things. Where this had come
from she had no idea, or maybe it had always
been there, she had just ignored it. She decided she
needed to buy a pair of manacles to experience them
on her own, maybe a wrist at a time, or
maybe just her ankles. She was just so fascinated and
it made her pussy ache so much at the thought.
Melissa returned to the PC. This was obviously very new
to her, so she needed to find out more. Like
she did when they bought their dishwasher, She trawled the
reviews of manacles. Disappointingly, the repeatedly mentioned chafing or discomfort
or poor quality that just broke. One poor couple had
found the manacles wouldn't unlock after they'd use them. Melissa
found herself wondering if they had to call in a locksmith.
A gentle giggle echoed from her lips, and a wry
smile at the image of the locksmith's face when he
entered the bedroom. After what seemed like ours and many
cups of coffee, she eventually found some positive reviews were
it like handmade and quality product always gave her an
added reassurance when she was buying anything. Most of the
reviews seemed to point to one website. Melissa typed it
into her browser, Leather Delights dot co dot UK. Sure
it was in England, maybe they had a local stockist
or they could ship. If she was going to try this,
she wanted the best she could get. Damn, she didn't
want something that were going to snap the first time
she used it, and she certainly didn't want chafed wrists
and ankles. The website flick had opened, she expected a
few items, she didn't expect this amount. Her eyes her
mind were opened to a whole new world, and all
she could manage to say was as silent wow. Lilac
had always been a favorite color of hers, so she
elected for a lilac suede lining. As she added leather
wrist and ankles to a cart, along with some simple
leather straps, she continued perising the sight, quite frankly, getting
excited by the images playing through her mind. She hadn't
realized it before, but her sex life had been at
the whim of other people, and it felt so liberating
to sucide on something that was just for her. Melissa
felt a glow of pride as she added a flogger
and blindfold as well, selecting international delivery. Sure he was
going to take a few days, but that gave her
time to put the rest of her plan in motion.
Her trip to the grocery store. Her trip to the
grocery store was unusually brief. However, her trip to the
lingery store took a lot longer. She had to admit
it was disappointing that she had actually gone up two
sizes since she last bought lingerie, but that had been
before the kids were born. On a good day, Melissa
might have hopefully called herself cavacious. The problem was the
curves all seemed to be in the wrong places, she thought,
as she looked in the full length mirror at her
naked form, an activity she did only extremely reluctantly. Pulling
her chosen lingerie out of the shopping bags, she noticed
how good it felt to slip into the soft material,
feeling it caress her body. Damn, it felt so good
to put lingerie on again. Forget Chris and whatever stupid
games he was playing. She felt good and right now,
that's all she wanted. She felt special. With the rush
of excitement still glowing over her, she took out her
phone and eventually managed to get a position that showed
her a new underwear without showing her face. If this
was going to work, she would eventually have to find
a wake or a mask to cover her identity, but
for now this would do. Returning to the PC. The
cold leather of the chair kissed, teasing along the back
of her naked thighs, the launeride doing nothing to stop
its temptation. She wriggled slightly in the seat as the
colder the material caressed her faults for as sheer underwear,
she felt so naughty, so powerful. Opening up Kinky Friend
Founder again, she logged out his Chris, and then pondered
on the screen name she might use. She couldn't say Melissa.
Chris would figure that out for sure, remembering an old
school friend, a girl with attitude, somebody you might describe
as sassy. She entered more Rag eighty six into the
box and uploaded her photos. The website seemed to insist
on that little text, even though she doubted anyone would
actually read it. When she had confirmed her details, she
searched for CHRISTM seventy one, resisting the ears to look
at his photos for the moment, and just fueled her
anger further. She took a deep breath and clicked send
message to Chris Tom seventy one and started typing, Hi, Chris,
I knew here and I love your profile. I was
hoping you might show me the ropes, pausing for a
moment and doubtful over whether she should even be doing this,
She eventually whispered fuck it and pressed send. So as
Melissa opened up a can of worm, says you created
a problem. Is there something else coming on? Well? To
find out, You're just going to have to tune in
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out what happens with Melissa's email message to Chris and
maybe discover what is actually happening out there until next
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