As usual, there had been no discussion of her most recent spanking, or its accompanying, deeply erotic orgasm. Wendy tried not to think about what she had allowed to happen and it was clear to Robert that the subject was off limits.

Sunday afternoons had become their favoured time for ‘lovemaking’. She enjoyed the closeness of cuddles and gentle intimacy….lying naked in bed with Robert, undisturbed. However, as the months and years passed, her husband had introduced her to many new elements of sex.

Despite her initial objections, he had guided her through the intricacies of fellatio and she had allowed him to come in her mouth once or twice, (spitting it out, into a tissue). He in turn now regularly frigged her clit with his fingers and now, his tongue. Robert was quietly amazed that Wendy had survived the 19 years of her first marriage without experiencing these delights.

He tried his best to go slowly with his (so far) unadventurous wife, but managed to push their boundaries on a regular basis. In particular, he liked to get her to dress up for him; to bring out her natural expression of feminine sexuality.

On several of these occasions she had been persuaded to act out simple ‘role play’ scenarios, though it was at all times him who directed the action. ‘Doctor and patient’, ‘Masseur and client’, ‘Boss and secretary’. Nothing too outrageous so far.

On this Sunday, they were out for lunch at a country hotel with another couple, Jeff and Carol. Robert was driving so stuck with Coke, but Wendy had a couple of large white wines with her meal.

He was pleasantly surprised to see that Wendy had made a special effort with her outfit. She was wearing a white knee length ‘button-through’ dress, with a narrow red patent leather belt at her slim waist and matching 3 inch high court shoes. To top it all off, her ash blond hair was swept up and she was wearing bright red glossy lipstick.

They didn’t go out for meals or entertainment much these days, but Robert made a mental note, that he should perhaps take Wendy out more often. After lunch, sitting in the bar area, drinking coffee with their friends, he felt a surge of pride that he was married to such a desirable woman. He could see that Jeff, his friend, had noticed Wendy’s outfit too, clearly ogling her legs as often as he could.

Robert suggested that they have a liqueur with their coffees, and Wendy, a little ‘tipsy’ now, volunteered to order them at the bar. As she sashayed across to the far end of the bar, Robert (and Jeff) followed her progress with keen interest.

A group of younger men were standing near her at the counter, near where she was waiting for service. One of these men whispered something to Wendy who proceeded to shake her head and giggle. Moments later, the same guy placed his had on her bottom. To Robert’s amazement, his wife didn’t react immediately to this grope. It must have taken at least 10 seconds before she reached back to smack his hand away.

Wendy was still waiting, when the young man’s hand returned, only to pinch her bottom. This caused her to jump a little. She made a humorous ‘warning’ gesture to her companion but he simply smirked back, before pinching her other buttock.

Eventually, her order was noted and Wendy returned to sit with their friends.

No mention of these occurrences was made. Perhaps the others hadn’t noticed, but Robert could think of nothing else. He’d found this little scene very arousing. Eventually, their lunch date ended and Robert drove his wife home.

Giving her no time to settle, Robert guided her upstairs to their bedroom, for their Sunday afternoon ‘tryst’, still somewhat ‘under the influence’.

“I’ve got an idea, darling. Sit on the dressing chair and I’ll fetch something.”

Giving him a quizzical look, she did as requested and watched as Robert searched in his bedside drawer. He’d been looking for an opportunity like this for a while, and quickly found what he was looking for: an airline sleep mask!

Acting quickly, he placed it gently over Wendy’s eyes. She made to take it off, but he held her hands down and reassured her…

“Just leave it darling. It’s just a bit of fun. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this”

Wendy relaxed her arms and waited, a little nervously. Robert went to his wardrobe and took out a handful of neck-ties. He grabbed Wendy’s hands and pulled her arms behind the chair back; quickly binding her wrists. Wendy mouthed some objections, but it was too late: Robert was now tying her ankles to the chair legs.

Bending over her, he gave her a lingering kiss on the lips, then stood back to admire his handiwork. Wendy was struggling now and testing her bonds.

“Let me go Robert. I don’t like this!”

He fetched a silk scarf and carefully folding it, tied it around her head to gag her mouth. Wendy reacted by thrashing from side to side, grunting behind the gag and pushing back on the chair legs.

Robert had watched quite a bit of bondage porn and seeing his wife in this predicament was certainly living up to expectations.

“Shhhhhh, darling. Just sit quietly. Pretend this is a home invasion. You don’t want to upset the intruders do you?”

He added further ties to her elbows and knees. What a sight to behold! Then he left her and went out of the bedroom. closing the door ostentatiously. For almost 10

minutes he waited, allowing her ‘dire’ situation to sink in.

Eventually he returned. Without a word, he began to unbutton her dress, firstly from the neck to her waist, then ever so slowly from the hem, upwards.

Incredibly, she was wearing sheer flesh coloured nylon stockings! He’d never known her to wear anything outside the house but pantyhose, without his prompting. Then the bra and panties…..transparent grey chiffon silk! He’d only seen her in those once before, after he’d bought them for her 3 years ago for Christmas!

Putting on something of an accent, Robert whispered in her ear: “Now lady, we’ve got your money and jewellery. We just want a little fun. If you cooperate, we’ll take the gag out, but you’ve got to stay quiet. Yes?”

Wendy nodded her agreement and Robert removed the gag, collecting the drool from her lips and chin.

Slowly, standing behind her, he eased the dress from her shoulders and began to grope her tits. Easing them out of her bra, he felt her up, roughly squeezing and pinching her nipples then hefting the soft quivering mounds in his hands.

Again, in an accent: “That’s a lovely pair of tits you have lady. You need to show them to us menfolk more often!”

A moan escaped her mouth as she squirmed involuntarily with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Robert moved to her front and began to slowly stroke his hands from her butter-soft red leather high heels, up her delicate ankles, and her curvaceous calves to her luscious thighs, savouring the sensuous nylon. He could see now that she was highly aroused, as he reached above her stocking tops and began to tease the delicate white skin of her inner thighs.

He unzipped and took out his cock. It was already hard and he allowed himself a slow wank, as he looked lustily at his vulnerable wife. Then, standing at her side he brought his erection to her lips.

Wendy tried to avoid his hot stiffness, but Robert grabbed her chin and forced her lips to kiss and suck his glans.

“Open your mouth lady – you deserve this, and you know it!”

Wendy obeyed and started licking and sucking like a pro. Robert somehow managed to reach down and finger her panties at the same time. They were soaked.

Pushing the gusset to one side he gained access to his wife’s hot cunny. She was moaning now, as Robert began thrusting in her wanton mouth. As he was about to come, he pulled out and finished himself on her lips, hair and blindfold. That seemed to trigger Wendy’s orgasm. She bucked against his invading fingers and screamed out in ecstasy.

Quickly, Robert left the room again. Leaving his cum spattered wife to calm down.

Ten minutes later, he returned, rushing to her side and resuming his typical voice…..

“Darling, what happened? Are you OK? – Here let me help you. I just saw two guys running off. Oh god, is that spunk on your face?”

Wendy got up and scampered off to the bathroom, a little embarrassed. Shaken, but undoubtedly stirred!