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Speaker 1: stared at the ceiling, her eyes looking unseeingly at the
Speaker 1: ceiling van tracing its slow path the shadows of the night.
Speaker 1: Closing her eyes, she just knew sleep was beyond her
Speaker 1: at the moment. She ate far too much for sleep.
Speaker 1: It had been three, maybe four months since she and
Speaker 1: Chris had had sex. Damn, she could barely remember how
Speaker 1: it felt. Turning on her side, she looked at his
Speaker 1: back as he slept a gentle snore, emphasizing his slumber.
Speaker 1: Slipping her hand down over her stomach, pressing under the
Speaker 1: waistband of her pajamas, moving over her mound. The heat
Speaker 1: that burnt between her thighs scorched her fingertips. Her feminine
Speaker 1: desire kissed a warm line down her thighs, emphasizing her need,
Speaker 1: pulling her hand back up. She didn't want to get
Speaker 1: herself off. She wanted Chris to get her off, for
Speaker 1: them to share it. God, she wanted to have him
Speaker 1: inside her. They might be rapidly approaching middle age or
Speaker 1: maybe just pasted it, but they were more than physically capable.
Speaker 1: It just wasn't normal, not having a decent sex life
Speaker 1: at their age. When she met her friends and they
Speaker 1: spoke of their apparently passionate sex lives, she just smiled
Speaker 1: and nodded. She'd always been the quiet mouse of the
Speaker 1: group anyway, so no one expected her to wax lyrical
Speaker 1: about her sex life. In truth, they probably assumed she
Speaker 1: just had sex once a week on a Sunday morning,
Speaker 1: and that was it. Kissing the top of Chris's back,
Speaker 1: her hands sliding over his waist and invading his shorts,
Speaker 1: her fingers gently caressing his flaccid cock. Chris moaned gently
Speaker 1: before his fingers gripped her wrists lightly and pushed her
Speaker 1: hand back as he muttered, not no, sweetheart, I'm tired.
Speaker 1: Melissa rolled onto her back and once again stared at
Speaker 1: the ceiling. She shouldn't be annoyed, she thought, but Chris's
Speaker 1: interest in her physically had weighed dramatically over the past year. Sure,
Speaker 1: the rest of their relationship was fine, but it felt
Speaker 1: like they were companions more than lovers, and she needed
Speaker 1: the lover part of their relationship now more than she
Speaker 1: ever had. It made her feel so ugly and unwonted
Speaker 1: when he rejected her, letting her hand slip over her stomach.
Speaker 1: Feeling her unwonted curves, she began to wonder if that
Speaker 1: was the issue. She wasn't a spring chicken any more,
Speaker 1: and after giving birth, the three kids, and the enemy
Speaker 1: of gravity doing its worse, she wasn't as slim as
Speaker 1: she once was. She was still petite, her dark, curly
Speaker 1: hair now flecked with gray. She wondered if she had
Speaker 1: actually let herself go. She cursed herself for even thinking it.
Speaker 1: Chris's hair was thinning, his stomach drooped a little more
Speaker 1: than when she had met him. That was life, she thought,
Speaker 1: before her frustration turned to anger. She slipped out of
Speaker 1: the marital bed, needing to find a distraction so she
Speaker 1: might sleep again, not daring to turn the TV on
Speaker 1: for fear of the sound waking Chris and him being
Speaker 1: grouchy all day, she went to their PC. Actually, in reality,
Speaker 1: it was Chris's piece for his work as a designer,
Speaker 1: but she did occasionally use it and just about could
Speaker 1: remember how to navigate the Internet. Opening the browser, she
Speaker 1: tried to remember the web address of some good porn sites.
Speaker 1: Her friends would be shocked if they knew she watched porn.
Speaker 1: Her friends would be shocked if they knew she watched porn,
Speaker 1: but recently it was the only way she got any orgasms.
Speaker 1: She would buy a vibrator, but was sure Chris would
Speaker 1: trip over it eventually, and he could be such a
Speaker 1: prude about things, so she relied on her fingers and imagination.
Speaker 1: Flipping through the endless categories on the screen, she eventually
Speaker 1: settled on cunnilingus. She adored receiving oral sex. He was
Speaker 1: just so intimate and sensuous, possibly more so than having
Speaker 1: Chris inside her. Watching the screen, the woman knelt over
Speaker 1: the man's stubbled face as she watched her lower herself
Speaker 1: onto his lips. Melissa could feel the heat burning through
Speaker 1: a pussy almost automatically, her hands slipped back into her
Speaker 1: pajama bottoms and explored her pussy, stroking her fingers along
Speaker 1: the length of a folds. She was just so down wet.
Speaker 1: The woman's face contorted into an expression of absolute pleasure
Speaker 1: as his tongue gently circled her clit. Melissa's finger mirrored
Speaker 1: his tongue, circling her own clit, slowly resisting the urge
Speaker 1: to just rub it enthusiastically. She knew her orgasm would
Speaker 1: be so much more intense because of it, denying her
Speaker 1: nubb the pleasure it craved. Her eyes fixated on the screen.
Speaker 1: The man eventually lifted his head back and with two fingers,
Speaker 1: spanked the woman's clit, a shudder of intense pleasure shaking
Speaker 1: through a body. Her fingers tightened in his hair as
Speaker 1: he resumed circling her clip gently. Mesmerized, Melissa pulled her
Speaker 1: pajamas down and spank to her own clip with two fingers.
Speaker 1: There was a brief bolt of electricity that passed through
Speaker 1: a pussy, descending into a warm glow that resonated through
Speaker 1: her whole body. As she continued to gently circle it.
Speaker 1: He was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain this need to
Speaker 1: touch her clit and let the onslaught of the orgasm
Speaker 1: she needed so bad to explode through her body. Watching
Speaker 1: the man on the screen subbed the woman's clit and
Speaker 1: then drag his teeth along it slowly sent a fresh
Speaker 1: jolt of heat right into her clit. Melissa grasped her
Speaker 1: clip between her fingernails and dragged it, her thighs tense
Speaker 1: with the intensity of electric assaulting every nerve in her body. Finally,
Speaker 1: his tongue descended on her clet, flicking it voraciously. Relief
Speaker 1: grewwed Melissa's body as her fingers found her clit, rubbing
Speaker 1: it furiously. Her body's reaction mirrored the woman in the screen.
Speaker 1: Her thighs tensed and twisted with the raptures of pleasure,
Speaker 1: her orgasm burning through every cell in her body. She
Speaker 1: bit on her free hand, suppressing a loud moan as
Speaker 1: her orgasm erupted and deeper her core. Panting heavily, she
Speaker 1: slowly slipped her fingers away from her clit, lifting them
Speaker 1: to her lips. She sucked her juices from them, the
Speaker 1: taste emphasizing the sensations moving through her. As her heart
Speaker 1: beat slowed, her panting calmed. Melissa's sensibilities returned. She knew
Speaker 1: Chris would be using the computer in the morning, just
Speaker 1: as he always did, and she did not want him
Speaker 1: knowing she had been watching porn, so pressing on the
Speaker 1: history tab, she deleted her adventure from the list. For
Speaker 1: some reason, her eyes were drawn down the list. One
Speaker 1: name stuck out, Kinky friend Finder. Curious, she clicked on it.
Speaker 1: The page opened to announce it as a premium place
Speaker 1: to meet online friends who shared an interest in BDSM.
Speaker 1: Melissa just mouthed the silent oh, transfixed. She scrolled down
Speaker 1: the screen. Profile after profile moved up the page of
Speaker 1: women and men either tied, gagged, read spanking, or well.
Speaker 1: She wasn't quite sure how to describe some of it,
Speaker 1: but it's sure as hell didn't look comfortable, Assuring herself
Speaker 1: it was probably an advert Chris had accidentally clicked on,
Speaker 1: she moved back to his history one. More pages were
Speaker 1: evident from Kinky FriendFinder. He seemed to be on it
Speaker 1: several times a day. Profile after profile showed up women
Speaker 1: who wanted to dominate or be dominated, women into bondage, spanking, justizing, punishing.
Speaker 1: Is this really what Chris was into? Before the kids?
Speaker 1: They had messed around with some games, but this was
Speaker 1: a completely new league. To Melissa. This was a world
Speaker 1: she never really knew existed. Her friends had discussed spanking.
Speaker 1: By the way they said it is, it was sensuous.
Speaker 1: This was brutal. Looking up at the top right of
Speaker 1: the screen, she noticed a blank profile image and underneath
Speaker 1: it a red, flashing message you have new mail. Sirking
Speaker 1: in a breath, she steeled herself for whatever might lay
Speaker 1: beyond that flashing red message and clicked it. The screen
Speaker 1: rapidly filled with a long list of messages, most of
Speaker 1: them apparently read, but the top one remained highlighted and
Speaker 1: presumably unread. Not wanting any evidence of her discovery, Melissa
Speaker 1: decided not to open the message, just to content herself
Speaker 1: with reading the introduction, Hi, Chris Tom seventy one, I
Speaker 1: would love to switch with you. Just look at my
Speaker 1: profile video and you'll see how experienced I am. In
Speaker 1: the scene, Melissa managed to resist her curiosity for a
Speaker 1: whole thirty seconds before clicking the link for Red Curls
Speaker 1: eighty six profile. A series of photos and videos appeared
Speaker 1: on the screen. Judging by the mass of red curls
Speaker 1: on her head, her name was well chosen. Unfortunately, she
Speaker 1: had no other hair to show if she was natural
Speaker 1: or not. Maybe she was just a mousey brown that
Speaker 1: had got bored. She had managed to string a whole
Speaker 1: three sentences together as a profile, Melissa mused, obviously relying
Speaker 1: on the videos that taunted Melissa as a way to
Speaker 1: attract mates. Unable to resist any longer, she just had
Speaker 1: to click play. The screen flickered for a moment before
Speaker 1: the video started. This was obviously a homemade movie, she thought.
Speaker 1: A large dominated the screen. It looked overly fluffy to Melissa,
Speaker 1: but that thought quickly vanished as Red Curls eighty six
Speaker 1: walked into shot. Her skin looked like porcelain white against
Speaker 1: her black lingerie. A long robe framed her body as
Speaker 1: she moved around the screen. She held her hands up.
Speaker 1: She held what seemed to be manacles. She stared straight
Speaker 1: at the camera, beckoning someone to come nearer. There was
Speaker 1: something darkly fascinating about the video, something that seemed to
Speaker 1: draw Melissa in. There was an air about it, attention,
Speaker 1: quite unlike the sensuality of the last video she watched.
Speaker 1: She tried for a moment to stop it playing, telling
Speaker 1: herself she didn't like this kind of thing. She couldn't.
Speaker 1: She was a good girl. Something fascinated her about what
Speaker 1: was going to happen next. Suddenly, the unmistakable view of
Speaker 1: a man's ass walked in too shot from behind the camera.
Speaker 1: Taking the manacles from Red Curls eighty six open hand,
Speaker 1: he attached one to a wrist and then led her
Speaker 1: to the bed. She lay on the bed as he
Speaker 1: threaded the chain of the manacles through the metal bed
Speaker 1: frame and secured her other wrist in the waiting manacle.
Speaker 1: Red Curls eighty six his body right on the bed,
Speaker 1: pulling against her bondage, pushing her legs down. Her body
Speaker 1: twisted in some act of denial for the first time.
Speaker 1: The man turned side on and Melissa got a full
Speaker 1: view of his throbbing erection, gasping involuntarily at his size.
Speaker 1: Her pussy still throbbed from her earlier orgasm, but damn
Speaker 1: it throbbed again. The whole pussy felt like it was
Speaker 1: suddenly electric. The man grabbed Red Curls eighty six his
Speaker 1: ankle bush. She kicked back like some naughty child who
Speaker 1: was refusing to go to bed. She wrenched her ankle
Speaker 1: from his grip. Obviously displeased with her. The man wrapped
Speaker 1: his arms around her legs before pushing them back over
Speaker 1: her head. Suddenly, Red Curls eighty six looked so vulnerable
Speaker 1: and prone. The man brought his hand round in a swift,
Speaker 1: dark The crack as his hand spanked her ass clearly
Speaker 1: audible as it echoed around the empty room. Melissa swore
Speaker 1: she could feel the sensation of his hand spanking her
Speaker 1: intimately through her whole body. Her pussy clutched aggressively for
Speaker 1: the sensation. Confusion veiled her mind. This wasn't her. I'm
Speaker 1: sure she'd heard about things like this, but it really
Speaker 1: wasn't for her. She only liked soft, sensuous sex, didn't she.
Speaker 1: The man's hand connected once again on the bare flesh
Speaker 1: of Red Curls eighty six is ass. Melissa's pussy responded
Speaker 1: in perfect time, throbbing angrily. Biting her lips, she realized
Speaker 1: how dry they were, and from the sensation moving down
Speaker 1: her thigh, how wet her pussy was. Red Curls eighty
Speaker 1: six cried loudly at the stroke, before gyrating her hips slowly.
Speaker 1: The pleasure she was enjoying quite obvious. The man let
Speaker 1: Red Curls eighty six. His legs dropped back to the
Speaker 1: bed and walked all the camera, giving Melissa a very
Speaker 1: close view of his erection as it swayed in the air,
Speaker 1: licking her lips and dark thoughts invaded her mind, images
Speaker 1: placed inside her head, things that she'd never imagined before.
Speaker 1: He grabbed the camera and moved it to the foot
Speaker 1: of the bed, where the red head still writhed. Every
Speaker 1: now and then, Melissa caught a glimpse of her sparkling pussy,
Speaker 1: lips swollen and red. They looked so hot, so sensitive,
Speaker 1: so inviting. Unbeknownst to her, Melissa's hand had already moved
Speaker 1: between her thighs, and her fingers were teasing her clips
Speaker 1: slowly as she watched every movement. The man appeared back
Speaker 1: and shot again, holding another pair of manacles, his voice
Speaker 1: dark and annoyed as he spoke, if you were going
Speaker 1: to act like a brat, then I will punish you
Speaker 1: like one. Grabbing a loose ankle, he quickly fastened a
Speaker 1: manacle strap, lacing the chain through the metal bed frame.
Speaker 1: He then attached the free manacle to her other ankle.
Speaker 1: Red Curls eighty six's shaven pussy was fully visible now
Speaker 1: it positively glowed from the spanking. The glimmer of dampness
Speaker 1: shimmered over the sensual pink, producing a blindfold. He fixed
Speaker 1: it around red curls eighty six his head before kneeling
Speaker 1: on the bed. Melissa didn't know why she hadn't noticed
Speaker 1: the strange leather ittem before, but it had always been there,
Speaker 1: She just hadn't noticed it until now as he was
Speaker 1: reaching for it. The closest thing she could describe it
Speaker 1: as was a miniature cat of nine tails that she'd
Speaker 1: seen in pirate stories when she was a kid. Whatever
Speaker 1: it was, the man stood with it at the side
Speaker 1: of the bed, shaking its strands loose for a moment
Speaker 1: before he brought it down against the inside of the
Speaker 1: red head's size. Pink low spread over her bale skin.
Speaker 1: Her body writhed, Melissa could see her pussy throbbing. Without thinking,
Speaker 1: Melissa parted her thighs and brought her hand down as
Speaker 1: hard as she could. A delicious sting spread through her body,
Speaker 1: quickly followed by a warm glow that invaded every cell.
Speaker 1: She suddenly realized she was panting quick, sharp gasps that
Speaker 1: seemed to fuel the ache between her thighs. An aate
Speaker 1: quite different to anything she had experienced before, watching the
Speaker 1: continued flogging of Red Curls eighty six's sighs, her fingers
Speaker 1: marking every crack with her own intimate spanking, her pussy
Speaker 1: burning with desire, the fire so furious she didn't know
Speaker 1: she could hold back any longer. Suddenly the man stood
Speaker 1: still as he studied the writhing woman on the bed
Speaker 1: For the first time. Red Curls eighty six spoke her voice,
Speaker 1: gentle and soft. Please, sir, I'll be good, Please satisfy
Speaker 1: your little slut. The man said nothing in response, just
Speaker 1: walking up to her, his fingers caressing her jawline in
Speaker 1: what Melissa thought was one of the most sensuous touches
Speaker 1: she had ever witnessed. Suddenly, there was a noise from
Speaker 1: the bedroom. She could hear Chris getting out of bed.
Speaker 1: Looking at the clock on the screen, it was six
Speaker 1: a m. Damn, how long has she been watching this?
Speaker 1: Quickly deleting her history and shutting the computer down, she
Speaker 1: poured her pajama bottoms back into their normal position, grabbed
Speaker 1: a book from the side, and sat down on the sofa. Quickly.
Speaker 1: She was still furious with Chris for whatever the fuck
Speaker 1: he was up to, probably meeting these women while he
Speaker 1: said he was out working all day. I wonder he
Speaker 1: was too tired to fuck Melissa. But right now, her
Speaker 1: mind was still shocked by her reaction to the video
Speaker 1: and really couldn't thing straight. It was her day off.
Speaker 1: She needed to do grocery shopping anyway, but more than anything,
Speaker 1: she needed to think bread has passed Cordially. Chris was
Speaker 1: obviously aware that he had rejected Melissa again last night
Speaker 1: and really didn't want to speak about it. Melissa had
Speaker 1: a whole lot of other things going on through her
Speaker 1: mind and didn't know where to start. Eventually, Chris leaned
Speaker 1: down and kissed her on the forehead before saying goodbye.
Speaker 1: He was going to be late tonight. She watched him
Speaker 1: leave and then breathed out a deep sigh of relief.
Speaker 1: Making another coffee despite not feeling at all tired, she
Speaker 1: sat down at the kitchen table. She just needed to
Speaker 1: get everything straight in her mind. So was Chris meeting
Speaker 1: this woman? Is that where he was gone all day
Speaker 1: and working late. After raising the children and watching them
Speaker 1: become young adults, she had stayed loyal to him all
Speaker 1: these years. That thought really did make her blood boil
Speaker 1: through the harsh kiss of caffeine. A plan formed in
Speaker 1: her mind. She needed to know. She could contact these
Speaker 1: women and ask, but would they be honest. They were
Speaker 1: probably married themselves and didn't need the hassle. Instead, she
Speaker 1: would have to join them, she decided, a temptation for Chris,
Speaker 1: maybe and to see what he does. Yes, it could
Speaker 1: lead to the end of their marriage. But if this
Speaker 1: was the way things were going, wasn't their marriage over anyway?
Speaker 1: Happy with her logic, she looked through her underwear collection.
Speaker 1: The years had not been favorable to her on it.
Speaker 1: The only sexy lingerie she owned was now sadly far
Speaker 1: too tight. That was easily remedied, though. There was a
Speaker 1: laundry shop on her way to the grocery store. If
Speaker 1: she was going to put photos up on the Internet
Speaker 1: of herself, she was going to have to disguise herself somehow.
Speaker 1: Maybe they had something in the laundry shop that she
Speaker 1: could use. But then there was another problem. She couldn't
Speaker 1: get them images of the manacles out of her head,
Speaker 1: nor the flogger. There was something in her that was
Speaker 1: so deeply unsatisfied and wanted to experience these things. Where
Speaker 1: this had come from, She had no idea, or maybe
Speaker 1: it had always been there, she had just ignored it.
Speaker 1: She decided she needed to buy a pair of manacles
Speaker 1: just to experience them on her own, maybe a wrist
Speaker 1: at a time, or maybe just her ankles. She was
Speaker 1: just so fascinated and it made her a pussy ache
Speaker 1: so much of the time, thought, Melissa returned to the PC.
Speaker 1: This was obviously very new to her, so she needed
Speaker 1: to find out more. Like she did when they bought
Speaker 1: their dishwasher, She trolled the reviews of manacles. Disappointingly, the
Speaker 1: repeatedly mentioned chafing or discomfort or poor quality that just broke.
Speaker 1: One poor couple had found the manacles wouldn't unlock after
Speaker 1: they'd them. Melissa found herself wondering if they had to
Speaker 1: call in a locksmith. A gentle giggle echoed from her lips,
Speaker 1: and a wry smile at the image of the locksmith's
Speaker 1: face when he entered the bedroom. After what seemed like
Speaker 1: hours and many cups of coffee, she eventually found some
Speaker 1: positive reviews. Wor It like handmaid and quality product always
Speaker 1: gave her an added reassurance when she was buying anything
Speaker 1: Most of the reviews seemed to point to one website.
Speaker 1: Melissa time it into her browser, Leather Delights dot co
Speaker 1: dot UK. Sure it was in England. Maybe they had
Speaker 1: a local stockist or they could ship. If she was
Speaker 1: going to try this, she wanted the best she could get. Damn.
Speaker 1: She didn't want something that we're going to snap the
Speaker 1: first time she used it, and she certainly didn't want
Speaker 1: chafed wrists and ankles. The website flick had opened, she
Speaker 1: expected a few items. She didn't expect this amount. Her
Speaker 1: eyes her mind were opened to a whole new world,
Speaker 1: and all she could manage to say was as silent wow.
Speaker 1: Lilac had always been a favorite color of hers, so
Speaker 1: she elected for a lilac suede lining. As she added
Speaker 1: leather wrist and ankle cuffs to her cart, along with
Speaker 1: some simple leather straps, she continued per rosing the site,
Speaker 1: quite frankly, getting excited by the images playing through a mile.
Speaker 1: She hadn't realized it before, but her sex life had
Speaker 1: been at the whim of other people, and it felt
Speaker 1: so liberating to sucide on something that was just for her.
Speaker 1: Melissa felt a glow of pride as She added a
Speaker 1: flogger and blindfold as well, selecting international delivery. Sure he
Speaker 1: was going to take a few days, but that gave
Speaker 1: her time to put the rest of her plan in
Speaker 1: motion her trip to the grocery store. Her trip to
Speaker 1: the grocery store was unusually brief, However, her trip to
Speaker 1: the laundry store took a lot longer. She had to
Speaker 1: admit it was disappointing that she had actually gone up
Speaker 1: two sizes since she last bought lingerie, but that had
Speaker 1: been before the kids were born. On a good day,
Speaker 1: Melissa might have hopefully called herself cavacious. The problem was
Speaker 1: the curves all seemed to be in the wrong places,
Speaker 1: she thought, as she looked in the falling mirror and
Speaker 1: her naked form, an activity she did only extremely reluctantly.
Speaker 1: Pulling her chosen lingerie out of the shopping bags, she
Speaker 1: noticed how good it felt to slip into the soft material,
Speaker 1: feeling it caress her body. Damn, it felt so good
Speaker 1: to put lingerie on again. Forget Chris and whatever stupid
Speaker 1: games he was playing. She felt good, and right now
Speaker 1: that's all she wanted. She felt special, with the rush
Speaker 1: of excitement still glowing over her She took out her
Speaker 1: phone and eventually managed to get a position that showed
Speaker 1: her a new underwear without showing her face. If this
Speaker 1: was going to work, she would eventually have to find
Speaker 1: a wake or a mask to cover her identity, but
Speaker 1: for now this would do. Returning to the PC, the
Speaker 1: cold leather of the chair kissed teasingly along the back
Speaker 1: of her naked thighs, the launery doing nothing to stop
Speaker 1: its temptation. She wriggled slightly in the seat as the
Speaker 1: colder the material caressed her faults. For as sheer underwear,
Speaker 1: she felt so naughty, so powerful. Opening up Kinky Friend
Speaker 1: Founder again, she logged out as Chris and then pondered
Speaker 1: on the screen name she might use. She couldn't say Melissa.
Speaker 1: Chris would figure that out for sure, remembering an old
Speaker 1: school friend, a girl with attitude, somebody you might describe
Speaker 1: as sassy. She entered Morag eighty six into the box
Speaker 1: and uploaded her photos. The website seemed to insist on
Speaker 1: a little text, even though she doubted anyone would actually
Speaker 1: read it. When she had confirmed her details, she searched
Speaker 1: for Christom seventy one, resisting the urge to look at
Speaker 1: his photos for the moment and just fueled her anger further.
Speaker 1: She took a deep breath and clicked send message to
Speaker 1: Chris Tom seventy one and started typing, Hi, Chris, I
Speaker 1: knew here and I love your profile. I was hoping
Speaker 1: you might show me the ropes. Pausing for a moment
Speaker 1: and doubtful over whether she should even be doing this,
Speaker 1: she eventually whispered fuck it and pressed send. So as
Speaker 1: Melissa opened up a can of worm, says you created
Speaker 1: a problem. Is there something else going on? Well? To
Speaker 1: find out, you're just going to have to tune in
Speaker 1: next week. So next week we can find out what
Speaker 1: happens with Melissa's email message to Chris and maybe discover
Speaker 1: what is actually happening out there until next week when
Speaker 1: we can get wild in bed all over again. This
Speaker 1: is Devil in Wild wishing you salacious dreams.