Posted by tina on August 17, 2006 at 09:07:03:
"Strangled Adulterous"
By Tina
I need for you to understand that I love my husband. I know that is hard to believe given my sexual history but I really do love Rob. The other men in my life are just toys. They are all just dildos that happen to come with a body and animation.
That is except for Tommy. After six months I have a kind of thing for him. He is tall, makes me laugh and of course is great in bed. That latter part is a prerequisite for the Sharon course.
Besides, with the expansion of our business Rob is out of town too much. The phone sex is great but I still have my cock cravings to satisfy. Tommy certainly fills that void nicely.
Those are the thoughts running through my brain as I dial his number. Just like clockwork he picks up on the first ring.
“Hull…Lo” the melodic baritone responds on the other end.
My body gives a little thrill as I hear his voice. Even after six months I still get goose bumps from the sound of it.
“Hi, Tommy,” I squeal like a school girl, “It’s me.”
“Hullo, me,” Tommy responds with a laugh.
“Silly. Listen, Rob is gone for the week. Can you come over for…ah…cocktails about sevenish?”
“I’ve got a late afternoon meeting,” Tommy says after a brief pause, “but seven o’clock will be perfect.”
“Great,” I again squeal into the phone, “Don’t be late, bye.”
I spend the rest of the day thinking about Tommy’s cock so no real work gets accomplished. In fact at four I close up shop and head for a nice luxurious bubble bath. By seven I am bathed, perfumed and wearing a shear pink baby doll top with matching panties. My four-inch fluffy slides are on my feet to bring me almost up to eye level with my lover.
The pitcher of margaritas is on the table and the candles are lit just in time for the ring of the bell.
I literally jump into Tommy’s arms after I swing the door open. He gives me big hug as he walks us into the house and deftly kicks the front door shut. There is no worry about nosey neighbors as we live a long drive off the lane in a secluded stand of oak and pine.
“I see the wench has prepared refreshments,” Tommy says as he looks over my shoulder at the coffee table.
“Yes, my lord,” I say as he lowers me back to the floor.
“Let’s save that for later,” he suggests as he gives me a quick peck on the lips, “I want the main course now.”
Tommy lifts me up into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. I giggle with delight as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. I feel his heart beat against me as we move down the hall.
Once in the bedroom Tommy lifts my top off leaving my round breasts exposed. His fingers gently roll my nipples until they become hard bumps. At the same time my hand goes lightly over his crotch as I feel him become aroused.
“Lay down on the bed and I’ll give you a massage,” he commands.
I lean up, give his lips a peck and then kick off my mules. I drop down and walk over to the bed. I slowly roll into the middle and turn over on the king-size bed. I watch Tommy begin to undress. Although he is fifteen years older than I his body is still firm. His skin is smooth and tanned. My eyes widen as he unfastens his trousers. I can see the bulge in his brief. Then the lovely cock springs to attention as Tommy slides the underpants down his long legs. Before coming to the bed he goes to his jacket pocket. I smile as I see the handcuffs appear.
“Feeling a little kinky tonight, sailor?” I ask as I put my hands behind my back.
“You bring out the beast in me,” Tommy replies as he joins me on the bed. He straddles my lower back and I feel the cuffs go around my wrists. This is another reason I am falling for Tommy. Rob is a vanilla kind of lover but Tommy is Rocky Road.
His hands work up the middle of my back, gently squeeze the tops of my shoulders and then move out and slowly down my sides. He presses his weight down as his hands return to the small of my back to restart the process. After seconds I am totally relaxed as his hands kneed the muscles of my back. Then I feel his cock begin to slide underneath me searching for my mound. I raise my hips slightly as his hand moves between my legs. Then the tip of his cock is against my lips. I moan as he enters me.
Again his hands move along my back but this time my focus is on the lovely cock slowly sliding up inside me. Tommy is only average size in length but his girth fills even a slightly loose slut like me. I can actually feel his member grow inside me, filling my sex as he begins to rhythmically fuck me. Although my hands are cuffed I still manage to time my back thrust as he pushes into my inviting slit.
After a while I can hear the gushing sound of his piston as it reams my sopping pussy.
“OH TOMMY FUCK ME,” I scream as an orgasm ripples through me and I can almost feel my toes curl up.
Tommy responds by clasping my hips and ramming his cock all the way into me, grinding for a second, then slowly bringing out all but the tip. He teases the entrance for a second then rams his cock home again. I soon scream with another climax as he teases and pleases my sweating body.
I am almost oblivious to his fingers digging into my sides as he stiffens with his own impending orgasm. His hands hold me tight as his hot cum spurts into my equally hot box. With loud grunts he thrusts into me as he cums. Then, with a sigh, he collapses on my back, pushing me down onto the soft bedding. We lie, him on top of me, panting and gasping.
Finally he pushes himself up and I feel his deflated dick slowly slide out of my slit. He climbs off the bed.
“I’m certainly going to miss this,” Tommy says as he walks over to my bureau. I watch him open a drawer and then another.
“What do you mean, darling?” I inquire as I watch him rummage through my lingerie drawer. “Careful, Tommy, that’s a brand new pair of hose.” I admonish as I see him pick up a pair of my brand new pantyhose.
“Well, I have to break it off with you darling but then I knew you would never be reasonable.” I am still puzzled as I watch Tommy walk back to the bed. He has the pantyhose wrapped oddly in his hands but I am still trying to make sense of what he is telling me.
“But Tommy, did I do something wrong?” I ask as I roll on my side, hands still cuffed behind my back and pout at him.
“No, darling,” Tommy says as he sits next to me on the bed, “it’s just Alice, my wife, is becoming suspicious. I can’t afford a scandal, so I’m afraid you have to…ah….go.”
I look at Tommy and I look at the pantyhose. I manage one good scream before he gets the stockings around my throat.
“No, Tommy, aaccckkk….please…don’t….aaacckk.”
I can feel the soft nylons being wrapped around my neck. I can also feel the pain of the handcuffs as I jerk my wrists hard against the cruel metal bracelets. I can hear the drumming of my toes on the bed behind us as Tommy starts to strangle me. The scream is still echoing in my ears. Then he is straddling me, on my back, pulling the stockings tight. I manage a couple of small gasps before the loop of hose goes tight.
Then every muscle in my body is fighting to break free. Unfortunately there is no coordination in this panicked response to the strangulation. My legs kick wildly as my hands continue to pull at the cuffs while my head turns from side to side. Each time I force my throat open to gasp in a little air the pantyhose then tighten a little more. I can see Tommy’s hands on either side on me with my nylons wrapped around the palms. The pressure builds so fast I feel like my head will explode. My body is doing its own version of the wave trying to buck the strangler off my back.
“Tommy, please, don’t do this to me,” I try to plead with my lover. Of course I sound like a duck quacking on the pond.
The next thing I am aware of is the pain. My lungs start to burn as the last little gasp of air is depleted. The cuffs have already rubbed my wrists raw in my vain attempt to break free. I think I must have kicked the bed’s footboard because there is a throbbing pain in my left big toe.
“How odd that I should feel my toe,” I think dreamily even though the nylons are still wrapped tight around my throat. The euphoria of asphyxiation takes me gently in its arms. The room begins to fade. My body begins to relax. Before the darkness takes me I realize Tommy has entered me again. His lovely fat cock is filling and fucking me as he strangles me.
“Thank you darling,” I say as I drift off to sleep.
I am so much lovely dead meat when Tommy finishes. He leaves me lying face down on the bed. My bulging eyes stare vacantly out from a tangle of hair. The tip of my tongue peeks out from my slightly parted lips. Tommy removes his cuffs and puts them back in his pocket before he leaves. My hands lay palms up, fingers loosely curled on the floral bedspread. A raw red circle adorns each wrist. A similar line runs around my throat under the stockings that Tommy leaves loosely looped around my strangled neck.
The final indignity comes when my husband returns. He is of course stunned to find my body but recovers quickly enough to violate my corpse before he calls the police. I never let him do me anally but this time he had his way with me.