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