4 comments/ 23017 views/ 6 favorites Spicing Slice of Sexual Life Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker It had been a long time since Linda had a day off, but here she was home alone and bored. With a chance to flip channels without her husband home to hog the remote, something on Jerry Springer caught her attention. It was a demonstration of bondage and discipline. She had heard of it, of course, and even joked about it, but never had she seen an actual demonstration of it. Wondering if it was for real, intrigued by the underground mystery and taboo surrounding it, she watched the characters, a woman leading a man around on a chain, while acting out their roles. The woman, Mistress Catherine, a tall and striking redhead, was dressed in sexy lingerie, a pushup bra, thong panties, with garter belt and hose. She was the Dominatrix, who led a man, named Peter, dressed in black leather and wearing a dog collar, around the stage. She spanked his ass with a paddle, while telling him that he was bad, very bad. By the excited look on his face and the obvious bulge in pants, the man being spanked was getting more aroused with every paddle. Something that would hurt her, if being spanked like that on the ass, he appeared to enjoy being spanked and humiliated. Definitely, he enjoyed not only being bossed around by this sexily dressed and attractive woman dominatrix, but also controlled by her. Obviously, he'd do anything to please his Mistress Catherine. "Yes, Mistress Catherine," he said groveling and without making direct eye contact with her. Linda couldn't believe her eyes. Mistress Catherine treated her sexual slave, Peter, worse than anyone would treat their dog. Matter of fact, no one would treat their dog in such an inhumane way, by paddling their ass. She even made him lick her boots. Married too long and bored with her sex life, this sudden and surprising alternative sexual lifestyle of bondage and discipline not only intrigued her but also sparked more than her curiosity in Linda. Suddenly wanting to dress like that, the sight of seeing Mistress Catherine so sexually dressed made her sexually aroused. Nonetheless, temporarily putting such sexy thoughts aside, she went about her household chores not thinking any more about bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism, until later in the afternoon, when she found herself on the computer and surfing the Internet. A voracious reader, she stumbled across Literotica, a web site of erotic and pornographic stories. She couldn't believe the number of stories, hundreds of thousands of them, perhaps, even millions, that this web site offered for free. Excitedly, she scrolled down to the BDSM category and read a few stories that interested her. She read one particular story, by BostonFictionWriter, that immediately appealed to her called, Slap Me Again, Only Harder This Time, about a woman being blindfolded and tied up by a masked intruder. The man stripped the woman naked and every time she resisted, he'd slap her ass harder and harder, until she submitted to his will. He squeezed her tits and pulled and twisted her nipples to her obvious sexual delight. Instead of being fearful, the ass slapping, tit squeezing, and nipple pulling and twisting was sexually arousing the woman so much, that she and her intruder had hot sex, the hottest sex she has ever had. He forced her to do dirty and nasty things to his body and she willingly did them without resistance or complaint. He made her his sex slut. Similarly, much like the woman in the story, Linda was a mother and a housewife. Never had she imagined that this sexually depraved lifestyle would appeal to her, no less turn her on so, but it did. Oddly enough, the funny thing was that the masked man was the woman's next door neighbor. Lusting over her for years, he had been spying on her and watching her in all stages of undress. His bedroom window faced her bedroom window and he had been watching her get dressed each morning and undressed each night. When the woman's husband went on a business trip, by so concealing his identity with a mask, the neighbor took the opportunity to introduce himself sexually to his unsuspecting neighbor. The story ended with the woman leaving her husband and moving in with her neighbor, where she was forced to have sex with not only him but also his wife. The woman would do anything to please her master, even to have hot, lesbian sex with his wife, while he watched and participated in a threesome, later. A sexual sight to behold and a sexual fantasy that was now quickly becoming Linda's own sexual fantasy, she couldn't believe that there was such a subculture of sexual delight and debauchery out there, just waiting for her to embrace it and participate in it. While reading more of the story, she discovered that during her time with this man, he even forced her to have sex with the pizza delivery man. Certainly, she was old enough to be the pizza delivery man's mother but that didn't stop her from disobeying her master and not having hot sex with him. She had to have sex with him to please her master, who was watching her from the hall closet. It was all part of her probation and training, he told her. It was all geared to see, if he could trust her to obey her and to take orders. Later, he even forced her to have incestuous lesbian sex with her sister and her sister. There were no limits to the control that her master had over her. She was his sexual slave. Fortunately for her, in her ability to please her master, what were the odds that her sister and her sister-in-law would want to have lesbian sex with her? No matter, indeed, it was just a story, a fictional story at that, and Linda suspended her reasoning of disbelief for the sake of the story and to inspire her imagination for her to embrace more of this unbelievably exciting scenario as her sexual fantasy. The story so turned her on that she started touching herself. She imagined being blindfolded, tied up, and spanked. She imagined a strange man having her wicked way with her, while forcing her to do dirty and nasty things that she never even did with her husband. So sexually aroused, after reading that story, she stripped herself naked, slapped her ass, squeezed her tits, and pulled and twisted her nipples, as she fingered her soaking wet pussy and clit. Aroused by the sexy sexual thoughts of having hot, incestuous, lesbian sex with her sister and her sister, she imagined being forced to lick another woman's pussy and forced to have her pussy licked by another woman. Just like in the story, the thoughts of being forced to have sex with her neighbor and the thoughts of having lesbian sex were too much to imagine and made her so hot with desire for him. She imagined being forced to have sex with the pizza delivery man, the Fuller Brush man, the mailman, and the UPS man, while her master watched her perform from the hall closet. She masturbated to a nice orgasm thinking about her next door neighbor, Paul, forcing her to do dirty and nasty things to his body, to his wife's body, Julie, to her sister, to her sister, and to whatever man dared to come to her front door. Suddenly, she was depraved with sexual excitement, after reading that story, Slap Me Again Only Harder This Time, about incestuous bondage and discipline between a mother and her son. Coinciding with the story, as it turns out, her neighbor had been watching her, when she skinny dipped with her husband in the pool at night. Now knowing that he was there peeking over the fence excited her and she spent plenty of sexually frustrated nights masturbating over the thoughts of Paul seeing her naked body. She wondered if he masturbated over the sexy sight of her. She wondered what he looked like naked. She wondered how it felt to kiss him, to touch and to feel his cock, to make love to him, and to suck his prick. Fully aware that he was there watching her, being that she's always been a bit of an exhibitionist and giving him a real voyeuristic show, she enjoyed teasing him by toweling herself dry beneath the patio light, while making sure that she turned to face him and giving him a good show of her trimmed pussy, round ass, and big tits. Now, whenever she thought of him and whenever she saw him spying on her, she imagined him dressed in leather, tying her up, and stripping her naked. She imagined him pounding her pussy with his big, hard cock and doing whatever he asked her to do. She imagined him spanking her, squeezing her big tits, and forcing her to blow him. She found the fantasy so erotic that she thought about playing it out with her husband, Freddie. She typed in the words bondage, discipline, sadomasochism and thousands of web sites appeared. It didn't take her long to find what she wanted. She grabbed her husband's credit card and ordered everything she needed to satisfy her every wanton, sexual desire and had it shipped next day air express, so that she'd have it for this weekend. That was yesterday and this is today. To be continued... Spicing Slice of Sexual Life Ch. 02 Ah, thank God it's Friday. Unbeknownst that his wife, Linda, was already fully aroused and waiting for him to come home for the weekend, Freddie stopped at the liquor store and picked up a case of beer, a big bag of chips, a can of cashews, and the new Playboy and Penthouse magazines. Home for the weekend after a stress filled week, he was looking forward to flopping in front of the television in his La-Z-Boy recliner and treating myself to a weekend of football, semi-naked, young cheerleaders, and doing nothing but drinking beer and surfing channels. Who knows, maybe after his wife goes to bed, he'll catch a flick on the XXX channel. Some of those movies are pretty hot and are a good way for him to relax and release the tension by masturbating over them. Yeah, baby, life doesn't get any better than this. Maybe, he'll even call out for some Chinese, too. "Honey, I'm home," he said surprised that Linda wasn't there waiting for him, as soon as he opened the front door. It was payday and she was always there waiting for him on a Friday for him to give her some of his hard earned money. He looked in the living room, peeked in the kitchen, and yelled up the stairs. "Linda? Where are you?" "I'm up here in the bedroom. And I have a surprise for you." Oh, geez, a surprise for him only meant that she went shopping and spent more money on clothes and on shoes that he can't afford. He wondered what she bought now. He greeted the dog, shooed away the cat, and closed the front door. Definitely, he's more of a dog person than a cat person. Allergic to cats, as long haired one is a walking hair ball, the cat belongs to his wife. He removed his suit coat and hung it in the hall closet, set down his briefcase, and loosen his tie, as he scaled the 13 steps to the second floor. It's times like these that he wish he had a ranch with everything on one floor. Tired of going up and down the stairs, they have 3 floors, 4 floors if you count the cellar. Definitely, now that the kids are gone, it's time to downsize and think about moving somewhere warmer and less expensive than this state, the Commonwealth of Taxachusetts. Besides, this house is too big for only two people. When he heard the squeak of the third step, he thought, something else to fix, one of these day, but not now and not this weekend. This weekend is about doing nothing, no household chores and no errands, nothing but football, cheerleaders, beer, and X-rated TV. This weekend is about relaxing and taking it easy. He couldn't wait to pour himself a tall, cold one. After that gridlocked, aggravation filled ride home, he needed to decompress and relax before he was back in gridlock traffic and in the weekly grind of doing it all over again Monday morning. Only, he figured that his wife of 25 years needed help hanging new drapes or wanted to show him something, a new bedspread or shoes probably, that she bought at the mall. Not that she needs another pair of shoes, when she already has a hundred pairs that she doesn't wear. Some surprise that is that she needed to go shopping and spend more money. Suddenly, he envisioned her trying on shoes with the help of the shoe salesman, while wearing a very. short skirt. He'd volunteer to pay for her shoe purchase if only she'd play that game of exhibitionistic peek-a-boo with her panty. It would be so hot for a young guy to get all flustered, while looking up his wife's short skirt with her legs spread wide open and seeing her white panties. He could imagine the shoe salesman going home and masturbating over that view for years. Oh, baby, already, he was getting sexually aroused thinking about masturbating over that scenario himself with the imagined thought of what all his wife was flashing to other men. Maybe later, he'll pull his prick, but now he needed a cold beer, as soon as he found out what it was his wife wanted to show him. Yet, sill hung up on the thoughts of his wife being an exhibitionist, that would be so hot, if she was and if she'd agree to do something like that. He envied guys, who had wives like that, wives who are exhibitionists and wives who aren't afraid to show their bodies. Lucky bastards. Unfortunately, his wife is attractive, but she's not a hottie. Her hot days are behind her. Moreover, she's not sexually adventurous in the bedroom. Matter of fact, it's been quite some time since she's given him a blowjob. Generally, when he gets horny, she'll jack him off, while he plays with her tits and fingers her nipples. Not nearly as good as a blowjob, jacking off is something that he can do himself. His favorite thing to do is sucking her tits, before she leans down to suck him, but she said that her nipples have been sore lately. He wondered if that was just an excuse not to blow him. Oh, well... Now, that the kids have moved away, after college, he wasn't looking forward to another boring weekend with the Mrs. Maybe, she'll go out to the mall with her friends to spend more of his money, while he zones out in front of the big screen watching college and pro football and drinking copious amounts of beer, before falling asleep drunk in front of the TV. Now, as far as he was concerned, that's a weekend. As soon as he rounded the corner and entered the bedroom he saw her standing there before him. Made up wearing blue eye shadow and red lip gloss, her blonde hair looked like she had just come from the hairdresser. She looked pretty and in the way how he imagined Rene Zellweger's mom looking. He's never seen a photo of Rene Zellweger's mom, but he figured her looking the same as her daughter, albeit a bit older. "Honey! Wow! What's all this? You look so hot, Linda." His eyes popped out of his head, when he took a closer look at what she was wearing or not wearing. "Where'd you buy that? Is that new? I don't remember seeing that. I would have remembered you wearing that." The semi-naked image of her made me spit out his excited thoughts as if he were a sexual machine gun. "Calm down, big boy." She twirled around. "So what do you think, Freddie?" "What do I think?" He looked down at his growing erection and smiled. "I think we both really like that outfit." He walked closer to inspect what she was wearing and to feel her body, especially her silk and satin covered tits. He loved feeling his wife's big tits and fingering her nipples through her lingerie. She calls it groping but he calls it being romantic. "What is it a giant girdle?" "No, silly, it's a corset." "It makes your waist look so tiny and your tits look so big, huge really," he said staring at her big breasts, while touching them, feeling them, and caressing them. "Yeah, well, I think I need you to loosen the ties a bit," she said exhaling, "before I pass out." He walked around behind her to inspect the sexy contraption, while loosening the ties. "Suddenly, I can't breathe," she said doubling over and holding her stomach. "How'd you get into this? All the ties are in the back," he said fumbling with the laces that were pulled too tight. "Geez, these things are really pulled tight." "I had Julie help me squeeze myself in this." "Julie? No way! Our neighbor actually saw you dressed like this?" Suddenly, he imagined Julie wearing something like this, too. He imagined himself standing behind Julie and being so close to her that his cock rested between her ass checks. Imagining that his wife was Julie, she smelled so good and her skin felt so soft. Then, after loosening her ties, when he reached around her to feel her tits and finger her nipples before he—. "Phil did, too." As if a needle had just scratched the romantic song that was playing through his mind, he stopped. "What?" Although he heard what she said, he could not believe she said it. It made him, jealous, angry, and sexually excited all at the same time. "Phil saw me wearing this." "Phil? Julie's husband, Phil? Our next door neighbor? Get out! Phil saw you in this, too? Are you serious?" Knowing that he'd think about the image of him seeing Linda in her corset, he knew that he' jerk off over this later. "Yeah, well, Julie wants to get one and she wanted Phil to see it on me, before she went out and bought one for herself. She wanted to get his opinion on what he thought about it, before she spends the money, but she didn't tell me that he was coming over, too. I didn't have a chance to say no. He walked in the bedroom with her." She paused and looked away from me. "He's the one, who tied the back of the corset so tight. Julie didn't have the hand strength to do it." "What the fuck, Linda? Phil was up here in my bedroom dressing you in your lingerie?" Hoping he would, so does that mean that he gets to see Julie in her corset, too, he wanted to ask but didn't dare? He looked down at her bikini panties. Her ass checks stuck out on both sides and her dark pubic hair was an obvious shadow in the front. "He saw you in your panties?" He looked down at her panties again to see what he could see. "Yeah, Freddie, he saw me in my panties. I didn't have a chance to throw on anything else, when I saw him just—" "Gees, Linda, your ass is hanging out." "It is not," she said turning to look at her ass in the mirror. "Well, yeah, I guess it is a little." "Your panties are practically see-through." "They are not." "I can see your pubic hair, Linda." "You cannot," she said looking down at herself in the full-length mirror. "Well, I guess you can," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "See, I told you." "Yeah, well, I guess he saw more than I thought he could see," she laughed. "Geez, Linda, Phil saw you practically naked." "I know and it's a bit embarrassing. I had no idea my panties were so sheer." "And your tits are practically falling out of this girdle, corset, contraption, whatever it is. If I can see your areolas, then he saw them, too," he said looking more closely at her corset. "You cannot." "Every time you move your nipples make an appearance," he said getting more sexually excited that Phil not only saw her in her panties but also saw her areolas and nipples, too. "They do not." "Yes, they do. Go ahead, raise your arms just a little bit and watch what happens." "Really?" She looked at him disbelievingly, before stepping closer to the mirror. Then, when she moved her arms, even just a little, side to side and/or up and down, her nipples played peek-a-boo with her corset. "See? I told you." "Oh, yeah, I guess you can see my areolas and my nipples." She laughed and shrugged, "What does it matter? When he walked in the bedroom with Julie, I only had on my panties." "Wait. Back up. When Phil walked in our bedroom, you were only wearing your panties? Are you kidding me? You were topless?" He was stunned. "Yeah," she said looking away from me and avoiding eye contact. "Wait, hold on, let me get this straight. Phil saw your tits?" He looked at her not believing that his next door neighbor and friend, Phil, saw his wife's knockers. "I covered them with my hands and turned around as soon as I saw him, but yeah, he got a good look at them, before I had a chance to react." "Geez, Linda." "Well," she said throwing up her hands, "it's nothing that he hasn't seen before, when peeking over the fence at me, when we're skinny dipping in the pool." "Peeking over the fence? What do you mean? Phil peeks over the fence? You saw Phil peeking over the fence?" What the fuck, Linda? He wanted to say, but didn't. This is way too much information all at once. He was on sexual overload. Next, she'll be telling him that she had sex with Julie and/or with the pizza delivery man. Next, she'll be telling him that she's been getting it on with her sister and his sister. Now, that's an image that he'd like to see, her having lesbian sex. As soon as he thought that, he admonished himself for being such a pervert. Hey, it's not his fault, he justified his guilt. All guys want to see women with women, even if they are related. "Yeah, a couple times," she said looking at him and shrugging. "It's no big deal, Freddie. Besides, it was dark. What could he possibly see?" "No big deal? Are you kidding me? Phil not only saw you in your sheer panties but also he saw your tits. Then, you tell me that he saw you naked, too, while we were skinny dipping." "Gees, Freddie, it's just a naked body. Calm down. Really, it's no big deal." If it's no big deal, then it's okay for me to see Phil's wife, Julie, in her panties, topless, and naked, he thought without saying it. It's only fair, after all, and it's no big deal, he thought to himself, but did not dare say it out loud for fear that she'd think that he was lusting over Julie, which, of course, he was. Julie is a little hottie that he'd would love to bang. When Phil has someone like her in his bed, why'd he be looking at his wife was beyond him. No doubt, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. "If it was no big deal, then why didn't you tell me that Phil was sneaking peeks of you over the backyard fence, while we were skinny dipping." Suddenly, he was jealous, enraged, and felt violated that Phil saw his wife topless and naked. He thought about going over there and giving him a piece of my mind, along with a punch in the nose. "Just as you are now, I figured you'd be mad." As soon as she said that, he calmed down. He didn't want to discourage her exhibitionistic behavior, that's for sure. Then, he started getting sexually excited about Phil seeing Linda topless and naked and about hoping to see Julie topless and naked, too. The vision of Phil looking at Linda and Linda showing him her nearly naked body hardened his cock. He wondered if this was the start of his sexual fantasy, of Linda showing off more of her body. Maybe, finally, he could convince her to buy new shoes, while wearing a short skirt and flashing the shoe salesman. Maybe, finally, he could convince her to drop her towel and expose her naked body to the pizza delivery man, the mailman, and the Fedex and UPS man. "Mad? I'm not mad." He suddenly got quiet, while allowing the sexual voyeuristic excitement of Phil seeing Linda's tits and naked body to well up from his stomach to his head. "Actually, I'm kind of sexually excited that he saw you naked." Suddenly, he felt a bit like a swinger imagining the four of them swapping partners. Only, the image of him fucking Julie overshadowed the image of Phil fucking Linda. God, I'm horny, he wanted to say, but didn't. He wished she'd suck his cock right now, while he felt her big tits and fingered her nipples, while she gave him pillow talk about Phil seeing her tits, seeing her in her panties, helping her with her corset, and seeing her naked. He wished he could confess to Linda his sexual lust for his neighbor's wife, while Linda gave him hot sex and more pillow talk. "You're so bad." "What about you? Aren't you embarrassed that Phil invaded your privacy and was peeking over the fence at you?" "Embarrassed that my next door neighbor saw me topless and naked?" She looked at him and laughed. "Nah, good luck to him, if he gets off on seeing my old, fat, naked body." "You're not old and you're not fat. And you know it, too." He looked at her in her sexy corset. "You still look good." Being romantic with her again, he reached out and groped her tits and fingered her nipples again. "You still get me hot." "Well, thank you, Sweetie." "So, tell me, did you get aroused that Phil was standing in our bedroom and saw you topless and saw your tits? Were your nipples sticking out? Did you get wet?" "No, of course, not. Geez, Freddie, you're such a pervert." She looked away avoiding eye contact, a sure sign that she was excited that he saw her tits. "I was too embarrassed." Although she tried to hide her sexual excitement and sexual lust for Phil, by avoiding eye contact with her husband, he's known his wife long enough to know by her answer that she was aroused that Phil saw her tits. Suddenly, he saw Linda in a different light. Maybe, she's not the prude that he thought she was. To be continued... Spicing Slice of Sexual Life Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Tie me up, blindfold me, and make me blow you. "Let me show you what else, I bought," said Linda. Unable to concentrate on what Linda bought at the mall, he was still reeling over Phil seeing his wife topless in his bedroom and naked out by the pool. His erection grew bigger with the thought of Phil seeing his 45-year-old wife in her most sexy lingerie. He thought about his neighbor seeing her in her sheer panties with her ass crack and the dark shadow that her pubic hair made. He thought about him seeing her topless and seeing her tits, her areolas, and her nipples. Then he thought about him seeing all of her naked body, while she skinny dipped in the pool. Forget about watching football and getting drunk in front of the television, he couldn't wait for some hot sexual action with lots of erotic pillow talk later tonight. He needed to ask her about Phil barging in the bedroom, when he was topless. He needed to know how she felt, when Phil saw her topless. He needed her to whisper in his ear that it turned her on for him to see her big boobs. As always, he was looking forward to some hot pillow talk. She's already confessed her attraction for Phil, several months ago, when they were in the throes of having hot sex, and he's already confessed his attraction to her for Julie. She told him that she'd suck Phil's cock, if ever she had the chance and he told her that he'd fuck Julie, if ever he had the chance. With the stage already set, they treated their pillow talk as just pillow talk, something that aroused them. Yet, now they both suspected that their innocent pillow talk was more than that, a prelude to swinging, perhaps. Maybe it was just sexy talk behind closed doors between a husband and his wife. Nothing like that ever happens, next door neighbors swapping their partners for some hot sex with someone else. Right? They had lots of pillow talk that they never acted upon. They talked about her exposing herself to the pizza delivery man, while he hid in the closet and watched her expose herself to him. That was a hot scenario to imagine. As they discussed, she'd answer the front door wearing something totally see-through and without wearing any underwear, or she opens the door wearing a small bath towel that she loses, when she accepts the pizza and gives him the money. Even though she'd never actually do something like that, they even talked about her giving the pizza delivery man a blowjob. Once, when he asked her, which one of his friends she'd do, she picked Phil, of course. Yet, then she'd do, she floored him, when she confessed her sexual attraction to his sister. She went so far, as to tell him about the time her and her own sister fooled around, when they were both drunk and horny, so long ago. Damn, imagining Linda with her sister, that was such hot pillow talk. Suddenly, now that he thought more about it, he remembered her always standing in the light of the patio towel, while drying her naked body, after her moonlit naked swim. If she knew Phil was peeking over the fence, looking, and staring, then, it appears that she was purposely giving him a show. That would explain why they always had passionate sex, after they went skinny dipping. Knowing that he was there looking, she must have been turned on before, during, and after showing her naked body to Phil. Maybe, just as Phil is an obvious voyeur, she's a closet exhibitionist. Suddenly, the reality of her trying on shoes, while wearing a short skirt and flashing her panties or, even more daring, her pussy was becoming more of a reality. Maybe, after a little pillow talk with Phil as the main focus, he'd make her horny enough to do more than just show her panties in a shoe store. He wondered, if she'd flash her tits to truckers on the way to the mall and on the way home from the mall. He wondered if she thinks about having sex with Phil in the way that he thinks about having sex with Julie. He wondered if Phil and Julie think about having sex with them. He wondered, if they were having hot pillow talk about swapping partners, too. He wondered if Julie thinks about sucking his cock, in the way that his wife thinks about sucking Phil's cock. Damn, maybe his wife is a slut and he never knew it. Hot damn. Double hot damn. "So, what's the occasion?" He watched her go through the pile of bags that littered the bed. "It isn't our anniversary, is it?" "No, you goof; you missed our anniversary already, last month. Remember?" "I did?" Now, he felt like a real shit heel. He should have bought her flowers and an anniversary card, maybe even taken her out to dinner. "I'm sorry, Honey, I'll make it up to you." "Don't worry about it, Sweetie, you already have." "I have?" He looked at her with confusion. "How did I do that?" "I charged all of this lingerie on your credit card," she smiled that smile she smiles, when she buys three pairs of shoes and a handbag, after making up from an argument that was, as usual, his fault. Now, he wondered, if she started a fight just to go shopping. "And it was expensive." "I don't want to know what it all cost. I'll find out soon enough when I get the bill. Where did you get it?" "The Internet." "Geez, you can buy everything on the Internet," he said turning to leave the bedroom to go downstairs for a beer. "Wait, where you going?" "My back hurts, I have a headache, and I need a brewski. I just want to flop in front of the TV, while channel surfing." "Well, hurry back with your beer. Don't turn on the TV, yet, because I have more to show you." When he turned to leave, she hit him in the ass with something. "Hey, what the—" He turned to look and she was laughing, while holding a pink, feathered whip. "You've got to be kidding me." Suddenly, she got excited like the way she used to get so long ago and she made smile, when she started pulling more things out of the Internet shopping bag. Seeing her like that again, excited and happy, made him realize why they were still relatively happy together and not divorced, as were so many of their friends. He really loved her and seeing her like this again, sexy and adventurous, made him wonder, if they were just a mere step away from exploring more of his sexual fantasies of swinging. Her flashing her panty in the shoe store, having sex with Phil, doing the pizza delivery man, and having sex with his sister and her sister, may be not just pillow talk but a soon to be reality. "Look, Honey, I bought a pink feathered blindfold and pink feathered wrist and ankle ties, too," she said with a wink and a sexy smile. "Do you want to tie me up and have your wicked way with me?" Then, she pulled out this huge dildo that, when she hit the switch, the curved head slowly circled and pulsated. "Oh, my God, what the Hell is that? It appears alive" he said with a laugh. "It's my big, blue dildo, Bruno," she said sticking it between her legs, before taking it in her mouth. "Blindfold? Wrist ties? Ankle ties? Dildos?" Looking much like a woman from Edith Wharton's Age of Innocence with her tits spilling out over her top, he looked at her thinking about Phil jerking off over the vision of seeing his wife topless and naked. Unable to erase the image of Phil entering his bedroom and seeing Linda topless, he couldn't stop thinking about him walking behind Linda to help her tie her corset, while she stood there in her transparent panties. Consumed by thoughts of Julie buying a corset, too, he wondered if Phil would allow him to see Julie topless, in the way that he had seen Linda. "Have you been watching Jerry Springer, again, Linda?" "No, don't be silly. I don't watch trash TV," she said lying. "I've been reading some erotic literature on one of those sexy web sites, Literotica, and I wanted to try something new." She looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Something new? What do you mean? Whipped cream?" "No, actually, I thought we try something much more daring than dessert topping. I want you to tie me up, blindfold me, tease me with these feathers, whip me, but not too hard, slap my ass, squeeze my tits, pinch and pull my nipples, and make me do dirty, nasty things to your body. And," she said with a wicked smile, if you were to invite someone else in the room, when I was tied, blindfolded, and naked, I wouldn't mind. It would be our little secret," she said with wickedness. Blindfold? Wrist ties? Ankle ties? Dildos? Invite another man to see her tied, blindfolded, and naked? He looked at her looking much like he perceived the woman, Ellen Olenska, who Michele Pfeiffer played in Martin Scorsese' movie, The Age of Innocence, written by Edith Wharton. She wants to do dirty, nasty things to his body? He was floored. Suddenly, she has an entire laundry list of sexual things that she wants to try, when he could barely get her to give him a hand job from before. Maybe she's been reading one too many romance stories, now called erotic literature. He's known this woman for almost 30 years and he realized that he doesn't know who she is anymore. He thought hard trying to think of something new that he wanted to try and all that he could come up with was the same old stuff, a blowjob, where he cums in her mouth, and she swallows. Actually, now that he thought more about it, now that she's turning into the sex crazed animal that he's always been, he'd love for her to be more sexually adventurous. Hung up on all that the fun they could have at the mall, he thought about her trying on shoes, while wearing a short skirt with a young shoe salesman helping her. Now, with more of a realistic hope that she'd do some of these sexy things, he thought about her exposing her body to men, maybe showing her tits to truckers on the highway, as he drove beside them or flashing her semi-naked body to husbands and boyfriends waiting for their wives and girlfriends outside of department store dressing rooms. He thought about her answering the door in a sheer nightgown or just a towel to tease the pizza delivery man, the mailman, the UPS man, and/or the Fedex man. Yet, what he thought most about was her having sex with Phil, while he watched. Maybe he'll invite him over, when Linda is tied to the bed, naked, and blindfolded. He thought about Phil having sex with Linda, while he had sex with Julie. He thought about both couples agreeing to swap partners. Only, out of fear of being embarrassed, rejected, and being thought the pervert that he obviously was, he didn't voice his fantasies of exhibitionism and voyeurism, just yet. For fear of awakening her from her sudden sexual dream, he didn't say any of those things. It was enough sexual excitement just for him to think about them. "Linda, I don't know what to say. What has gotten into you? Have you been drinking?" "Drinking? No, but I've been a bad girl, a very bad girl," she smiled a sexy smile, "and I need you to discipline me. She bent at the waist and stuck out her ass and lightly began hitting herself with the pink feathered whip. "Maybe, you can take me over your knee, pull down my panties, and spank my naked ass in front of Phil, until it is red and until my desire for you is heated to a slow boil." She smiled, "If you were to take control of me, if you were to be my master and make me your sexual slave, I'd have to do whatever you wanted me to do. I'd even blow Phil, if you ordered me to blow him." So, that's it. She's all hot and bothered thinking about sucking Phil's cock. The shoe store, department store, pizza delivery man, his next door neighbor, lesbian sex, and group sex, suddenly flashed through his mind with the speed of an XXX rated movie on fast forward or a speeding express train going through a dark tunnel, before emerging into Orgy Land. Orgy Land, a place where every man wants to go, but few have dared set foot. Orgy Land, the land where sex and sexual fantasies are encouraged and satisfied. Orgy Land, if there was even such a place, was his my dream destination and his imagined vacation spot. "So, where are you and the Mrs. vacationing this year?" He imagined asking a co-worker. "Oh, we might drive to Yellowstone National Park or take the kids to Disney World." "What about you? What are your vacation plans?" He imagined his co-worker asking him. "We're going to Orgy Land," he said with a big smile. "Orgy Land! No way!" He imagined his co-working looking at him in total disbelief and jealousy. "I mentioned Orgy Land to the wife and she mentioned divorce court. Wow! Orgy Land. You're such a lucky bastard to have a wife, who's willing to go with you to Orgy Land." "Everyone off the train, here we are at Orgy Land. Watch your step. There are slimy condoms everywhere," he imagined the conductor of a fantasy train, much like the train, The Hogwarts Express, in Harry Potter, while helping his wife down the steps and helping himself to ample feels of her big tits. Erotic literature? Literotica? She's getting off reading dirty stories. If he knew all it took was for her to read dirty stories, he would have read dirty stories to her years ago. As if a faucet, she went from cold to hot overnight. Suddenly, he was afraid much like the time she dented his car hood with a baseball bat, after he locked himself in the car because she was in a raging moment of menopause that lasted six months. She screamed at him, while denting his car, that he doesn't talk to her anymore. "Yeah, they have all these hot, sexy stories. I'll show you later," she said with the excitement that she usually reserves for finding a new recipe. "Maybe, you can get some ideas of things that we can try." "All aboard for Orgy Land!" Again the express train to Orgy Land appeared waiting for them to climb aboard the train to swinging and sexual fantasy land. "You're not going through the change of life again, are you?" "No," she said vehemently shaking her head, while smiling and giving him a sexy look, as if he was a giant piece of dark chocolate. He looked at her hard trying to see any evidence of the lunacy that he's have already seen, after having been through her menopause with her before. "Because if you are having another menopause moment," he said making the sign of the cross, "I'm going to visit my brother in Missouri for a while." He looked around the room. "Where's my football helmet? I need to start wearing that around the house again, along with my earplugs." "Football helmet? Earplugs?" She looked at me like him as if he was the crazy one. "Yeah, I need the football helmet, when you get moody and throw stuff at me. Also, I need the earplugs, so that I can't hear you yelling at me that I don't talk to you and crying, when I don't answer you." "Don't be a fool, Freddie," she said with her hands on her hips. "I'm just trying to put some sexual excitement into our sex life or lack thereof." She suddenly looked sad. "We're still young and I want us to be a vibrant, sexual couple again. I want to experience the way that it was before, when we couldn't keep our hands off one another." She shook her hips like she was dancing. "I want to get down and dirty. I want to be kinky, baby." She stepped towards him, placed her arms around his neck, and kissed him. "I want to be your bad girl, your dirty girl, and your sexy woman." He still didn't believe that this was really happening and that this was all about sex. He figured she had gotten into the wine, again. She does that every time she makes Italian sauce. "Tell me this, then," he said taking a step back, while looking in her eyes to see if she was inebriated, "we're not having pasta, by chance, tonight, are we?" "Pasta? No, I bought lobster and champagne." "Lobster and champagne? You haven't sampled the champagne, yet, have you?" "No, why?" "Nothing, just wondering." "Listen, you don't have to worry because there's only one change of life and I've already been through that. I'm done with all of the hot flashes, emotional traumas, and angry episodes. Besides, I'm on hormones and finally, they're working their magic with my libido." Hormones? What kind of hormones? Suddenly, he thought of her turning into a green, hulking monster and swinging a bat like Barry Bonds. It was apparent to him that he needed to carry his football helmet around with him at all times. He could make a run for it but she'd catch him, before he made the bedroom door. "Thank God, Linda, because that period of our married life was horrible," he said with a forced smile. "Now, that the kids are gone, I thought we could have a bit of sexual excitement," she said stepping closer to him and reaching down to feel his cock through his pants. Then, as if they were dating and sitting in the car on the pretense of watching a drive-in movie, she stuck her tongue in his ear that sent shivers all over his body. He loved it, when she does that, he thought. "So, go get your beer and hurry back because I want to show you what I bought you to wear tonight." "What do you mean? You bought me something to wear?" He looked at her wondering if he should call the therapist that she saw last year, when he prescribed something to make her sleep, after she was crying all the time over nothing. He looked at her wondering if she had taken herself off the doctor's medication without his consent. People usually go crazy when they do that and, gulp, kill people. "Don't worry; you're going to love it." "Tell me, Linda, you didn't buy me one of those leather outfits that they had on that movie, Pulp Fiction, that we watched last month." I could tell by her sexy, sly smile that she did. Suddenly, banjo twanging music from the movie Deliverance, with Burt Reynolds, where he and his friends are hunting in the woods and are overtaken by hillbilly men, who are intent on having gay sex, filled his brain with misadventures of anal sex. "God help me," he said turning to leave the bedroom, again. "I need something stronger than beer. I'm going to have a shot of Jack." To be continued... Spicing Slice of Sexual Life Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Mistress Lynn's been bad, very bad and needs to be punished. He threw back a double downstairs and poured myself another double shot of bourbon to take upstairs with him to help him deal with Mistress Linda. He'll need the alcohol to tie her to the bedpost, if that's what she wanted him to do. He needed the extra shot of alcohol, if she wanted him to call over Phil to see her stretched out on the bed naked. Suddenly, calling his bluff by pressuring him to perform, he was afraid, so very afraid. A meat and potatoes, missionary, sexual kind of guy, she was already way ahead of him with bondage, discipline, toys, and costumes. When he returned from downstairs and entered the bedroom, just as he had suspected and just as he had feared, there it was flat out on the bed, leather pants, leather vest, and a leather helmet with a zipper and slits for the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Even though the suit was empty, looking too much like living and breathing skin, somehow, it looked alive. Suddenly, he felt that he was dressing to go to a gay bar. Bright lights with disco music from Saturday Night Live filled his brain along with the vision of the band members of the Village People asking him to dance. Suddenly, their song pounded its beat through his head. "Body...wanna feel my body? Body...such a thrill my body. Body...wanna touch my body? Body...it's too much my body. Check it out my body, body. Don't you doubt my body, body. Talkin' 'bout my body, body. Check it out my body. Every man wants to be a macho, macho man, to have the kind of body, always in demand. Jogging in the mornings, go man go, works out in the health spa, muscles glow. You can best believe that, he's a macho man, ready to get down with, anyone he can. Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Macho, macho man (macho man), I've got to be, a macho man. Macho, macho man, I've got to be a macho! Ow... Macho, macho man, I've got to be, a macho man. Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah). I've got to be a macho!" He downed his bourbon and slammed the empty glass down on the bureau. He looked from her to the black leather suit and back to her. Tied to the Lally column in the basement, he imagined being found wearing that outfit, when the fire and police departments came to his house for a false alarm emergency. "Linda, are you crazy? I'm not wearing that. Look at it. It's frightening." "Please," she said walking over to him again, reaching down, and slowly rubbing the full length of his cock with her manicured fingers. "It would make me so horny, happy, and appreciative, if you wore this outfit for me," she said in a sexy voice that made him think of season one on Baywatch with Pamela Anderson wearing her tight, red bathing suit, before breast implants. "Linda, unless I was going deep sea diving, this is what all those gay guys wear, when they're trying to hookup with someone of their own sex." "I have this sexy feeling that if you tied me up, blindfolded me," she said while unzipping him and reaching her hand inside his pants, "slapped my ass, pulled my hair, disciplined me because I was naughty, and forced me to suck your cock, while wearing that getup, that I just might give you the best damn blowjob you ever had." "Wait, the best damn blowjob that I ever had? Do you mean that I can cum in your mouth, instead of on your tits?" "Yes," she said leaning into him and sticking her tongue in his ear, again. Geez, that drives him wild with passion. "And I'll swallow you, too," she said giving him a sexy look. "Are you serious?" He looked at her, while wondering if he could believe her and trust her to have him cum in her mouth. "Don't tease me." It had been years since she allowed him to cum in her mouth, New Year's Eve, more than seven years ago, and even then, she spit. She didn't swallow. The thoughts of filling her mouth with a warm load of his cum and watching her swallow made him wild with desire for her. "Just to make sure. Let me get this straight. If I wear this outfit, you'll not only blow me but also I can cum in your mouth and you'll swallow?" "Oh, yeah," she said pulling out his cock and stroking him to a solid erection. "I'll suck you off better than my Dyson Animal vacuum sucks up the cat hairs from the carpet." Oh, my God, he could only imagine the blowjob, she'd give me. There's not a cat hair in the house after the purple Dyson Animal vacuum has made a pass over the carpets and the hardwood floors. He was so freaking hot and so freaking horny. Now that he was motivated, he quickly removed his clothes to try on the black leather outfit. At this point, he would have put on a pink Tutu if that would get me my special blow job. "Wait," she said putting her hand against my chest. "Go shower, first, Freddie." He ran off to the bathroom naked and returned within five minutes. "That was a fast shower. I didn't hear the water running." "I sponged." "You sponged?" "Yeah, like you do when you're running late for work in the morning. I washed the important parts with a face cloth, while paying special attention to those areas that needed extra washing, if you know what I mean," he said grabbing his crotch in the way that Michael Jackson used to do. He walked by her, picked up the leather pants, and wiggled into them. "Wow, you look so hot," she said feeling his leather covered ass. "This feels so erotic." "Geez, Linda, these are so tight, too tight, and so hot. I feel as if I'm am wearing extra skin," he said struggling to pull the pants up all the way. "A scuba diving outfit isn't as tight," he said sucking in his beer belly to zip himself. "I feel like a giant sausage in these leather pants." "Now, the vest," she said handing him the vest. "Well, what do you think," he said flexing, while posing. "Ooh, I like how that looks on you. It shows all your muscles. Very hot. You look like my sexy superhero." Suddenly, he imagined himself wearing a cape and having a big CD on his chest for Captain Discipline or for Captain Dickhead for agreeing to wear this costume. "Never would I want anyone to see me wearing these, I feel a little foolish, Linda." "Shh, you'll ruin the mood. Here, try on the hood." Again, he heard the dueling banjo music from the movie Deliverance, while envisioning a scene from Pulp Fiction. "Can't I just wear the pants and vest?" "C'mon, Freddie, the hood will get me in the mood. It will make me feel like I'm being ravished by a masked intruder." She looked at him with wanton abandoned. "I like the idea of pretending that you broke in the house to steal and didn't know that I was in the house. Then, when you saw me, you took the opportunity to strip me naked, tie me to the bed, and fuck me." "Geez, Linda, I never knew you had such an active, sexual imagination. I thought only guys fantasized like that kind of stuff." "Are you serious, Freddie? Women hold the rights to fantasies. Why do you think they sell so many romance novels? You guys are so dumb." She smiled, "If you read some of the books we women read, you'd know how to get us in the mood to have much better luck in bed." Yeah, he'll make a note to read some of her bullshit books during half-time of the football game, he thought to himself, but didn't dare voice that out loud. "So, is that want you want?" He asked changing the subject. "You want to feel forced?" Suddenly, still hung up on the idea, he thought of the pizza delivery man having his wicked way with his wife and forcing her to suck his cock, while he hid in the closet, watched, and masturbated. "I don't know what I really want," said Linda, "until we try some stuff." Try some stuff? What did she mean by that? Suddenly, he imagined them being in the swinging lifestyle and in an orgy surrounded with arms, legs, tits, ass, and pussy. He imagined her going down on a woman and a woman going down on her. He imagined her having sex with two guys, while he watched or him having sex with two women, while she watched. Oh, baby. What's next? "Here," she handed him the pink feathered ties. "Tie me up, but not too tight. I'm claustrophobic." Well, this is fun, he thought to himself. For the first time, he was feeling sexually aroused having total control over his wife. It was erotically hot spreading her legs before tying her ankles and wrists to the bedposts. If only he could put a gag in her mouth to stop her from talking, this bondage and discipline stuff would be perfect. Finally, he'd have peace and quiet without having to hear her incessant chatter. What's that, Honey? I can't understand you with the gag in your mouth, he imagined saying to her. Oh, you want me to go downstairs, drink beer, and watch football, while you rest up here with your wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts? Okay. Yet, if I gagged her, she couldn't blow him. If he gagged her, he wouldn't be able to cum in her mouth. It was a difficult decision, gag her or blowjob, gag her or blowjob. He kept considering the two in his mind, but the blowjob won the decision by a small margin. He was about to slip the blindfold over her eyes when he imagined him taking— "Wait, untie me. Hurry." "Untie you? Why? I just tied you. Is it the claustrophobia?" "No, I have to pee. Hurry." "Geez, Linda, you didn't know you had to pee, before I tied you to the bedposts?" He struggled with the knot that got tighter, as she pulled to free herself. "Don't pull, you're making it tighter." "Hurry, I'm going to pee myself. I really have to go." "Okay, okay, there, you're free. Go pee." In hindsight, good thing he didn't gag her. She would have peed all over the bed. That would have ruined everything, especially his blowjob. She returned to the bed. "Oh, I feel so much better peeing," she said with a laugh. "Okay, I'm ready for you to tie me to the bedposts again." "Did you sponge?" He looked at her and smiled. "Sponge? What do you mean, did I sponge? I showered earlier," she said. "You know," he said looking down at her panty clad pussy. "I don't want to have a mouthful of urine, when I am eating your pussy later." "I wiped myself, Freddie, if that's what you mean." She looked at him with attitude, as if he had just stepped in shit and tracked it in the house. "You're ruining the mood," she said slowly enunciating each word. "Me? Ruining the mood? I had you tied up and helpless," he said with a smile, while holding his head up high and puffing out his chest proud to be a testosterone filled male. "I'm always in the mood." "What you consider being in the mood and what I consider being in the mood are at odds with one another." He had no idea what she meant by that. He knew it was a bash, but because he was going to get a real blowjob, where he ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed, instead of cumming on her tits, he took her bash as a compliment. "Thank you, Honey." "Besides, I can't help it if I have a small bladder." She looked at him smiling like a fool. "And I can't help it if I don't have the sex drive of a dog in heat in the way that you do." "Woof! Woof!" He play bit her neck. "Okay, okay, so should I tie you up again?" "Yes, but don't tie the knot too tight. I don't want to have rope burns. I have to see my doctor tomorrow for a checkup and I don't want her to think that you're holding me hostage in the cellar and only letting me out of the house for my doctor appointments," she said with a laugh. Suddenly, an image of her sitting in the dog's old kennel down the cellar, as he entertained a young, sexy lady upstairs flashed through his mind. Geez, this bondage and discipline stuff was giving him some ideas. This time, he put the blindfold on her first and then tied her wrists. Then, he started tickling her with her pink feather. She was laughing so hard that it hurt her. "Don't you tickle me. Okay, that's enough. No, stop. Freddie! I mean it! Stop, no, oh, God!" She hadn't laughed like that in years. "And this little piggy went to the market." "No, not my feet. Don't tickle my feet." "And this little piggy went, wee, wee, wee, all the way home." Gagging her was beginning to appeal to him, again because, as soon as he tied her ankles, she went crazy. "Untie me! Untie me! Hurry! Hurry!" "What?" Fuck! He knew he should have gagged her. At this rate, he'll never get a blowjob. "I have a cramp in my leg. Hurry. Oh, God. Oh, God. Ow! Ow! Ow!" "Which one?" "The right one. Hurry!" He untied her right leg and she stretched it out. "You aren't as limber as you used to be," he said with a cautious laugh. He remembered, when he first met her and she told him that she was into gymnastics and Yoga. That Honeymoon night was a night of sexual positions that he never saw in the Kama Sutra manual. Man, she could lift both feet behind her neck. As if she was an Olympian gymnast, he felt as if he was fucking a glory hole, when fucking her in that way that, with her legs out of the way. "Maybe you should stretch, before I tie your ankles, again." "Maybe, you should just tie my wrists," she said breathlessly. "Otherwise, you won't be able to remove my panties without untying me." "I'll rip them off with my teeth." She shot him a look as if he was making fun of her. "Those are my good panties, Freddie." "Okay. Never mind. Just let me untie your other ankle. There. Better?" "Yeah." "Linda, I'm sorry, but I have to remove this hood. I'm sweating like a pig. This thing is so hot and uncomfortable." He unzipped the hood and struggled to pull it off without removing his hair. Looking a bit like Donald Trump's identical, twin brother, Dillon, his hair looked as if he had a bad comb over. "Alright, but leave the pants and vest on." She looked at me with passion. "It makes you look like a bad boy biker." "Wanna go for a ride on my hog?" Suddenly, he imagined himself looking like a Hells Angel's biker. Only, with these tight leather pants and with the hood staring back at him from the bed, he felt more like a gay angel. "Oh, yeah, I want to ride your big hog, alright," she said. "Okay, but I have to undo and unzip these leather pants. They're way too tight. They aren't the relaxed fit that I'm used to wearing. My stomach feels like a sausage in a casing that is about to explode and I need to fart." As soon as he unzipped the leather pants, his cock popped out as if it had been holding its breath and couldn't wait to get out of the hot, leather, skin tight pants. Never has he I had such an erection. Now, that her legs were free, his hood was off, his pants were undone, and his cock was sticking straight out, he felt better. They started making out in the way that they haven't made out in years. It was awesome and when he reached down to suck her nipples, she said something that surprised him. To be continued...