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I thought I knew what kind of night I was in for. I thought it’ll be one of the kinky things my told me. My wife dimmed the lights, lit a few candles, and told me to sit down in wooden chair she had dragged into the middle of the bedroom. She had an evil smile, the kind that promised mischief, and she whispered, “Trust me, you’re going to love this.”
When she brought out the silk ropes, my dick got hard instantly. We tried a little light bondage before, so the idea of being tied down while she teased me sounded like a dream come true. She bound my wrists to the arms of the chair, snug but not painful, then looped the rope around my chest and thighs until I was fully locked in place. I could only squirm and watch her every move.
“Comfortable, honey?” she teased, brushing her lips against my ear.
I nodded eagerly. “Yeah… I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned.”
She kissed me for a while, then stepped back. For a moment, I thought she was going to strip slowly, give me a private show before grinding herself onto my lap. But then I heard a knock at the door.
My stomach dropped. “What was that?”
Her smirk deepened. She didn’t answer. She went to the door and opened it. After a few seconds, she was back, and in stepped a man I’d never seen before. Tall, broad-shouldered, black. He looked at me for only a second, then turned his attention to my wife like I wasn’t even there.
“Wait, what the hell is going on?” I asked, my voice cracking between panic and arousal.
She closed the door behind him and purred, “Relax, baby. Remember, you said you trusted me.”
My pulse hammered in my ears. I tugged against the ropes, but they held firm. My dick throbbed in my pants despite my confusion.
She walk back toward me, hips swaying. Standing between my knees, she leaned close and whispered, “I tied you up so you’d behave. Because tonight, I need more than just your dick. I need to be fucked the way you can’t.”
Before I could answer, she turned to the stranger and pulled her top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits bounced free, nipples already hard, and the man’s hungry grin said everything.
I felt my mouth go dry. “You can’t be serious…”
But she was. She pulled her shorts, and got onto the bed with him like I wasn’t even in the room. My chair faced them perfectly, a deliberate choice of her. She wanted me to see every second.
The man stripped quickly, his dick was thick and ready. My wife looked back at me, eyes glittering, and said in a voice dripping with lust, “Watch closely, baby. Don’t look away.”
Then she climbed onto him, lowering herself down on his dick with a moan so raw it cut right through me. My chest tightened. I wanted to shout, to demand she stop, but the ropes kept me still, and the heat in my pants betrayed how much this was turning me on.
Each time he thrust up into her, she cried out louder. She grabbed his shoulders, rode him hard, sweat dripping down her back. She never broke eye contact with me. That smirk from earlier had transformed into something darker, more powerful.
“See this?” she gasped between moans. “This is what I’ve been craving.”
I was helpless. Tied. Forced to watch my wife take another man’s dick right in front of me. The worst part was, my dick had never been harder.
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