Chapter 1

 

"I'm home, honey," I announced, entering the house from the garage. I'm usually home before Suzie, but today is Wednesday and she takes the afternoon off from her busy accounting firm in Harriman.

"I'm in the kitchen, Tom," came the reply.

As I entered the kitchen I noticed that the table in the alcove where we usually eat was set for dinner, complete with wine glasses and a bottle of Chardonnay.

"Hey, Suzie, you set the table. That's my job. You work all day and then come home to cook. It's the least I can do."

"Well first of all, I was off this afternoon. But mainly, I have something to tell you and I can't wait. So you go get cleaned up and when you get back I'll have supper on the table."

Suzie and I had met in college seven years earlier. She was studying for her MBA and I was a senior majoring in architecture. She went on to become a CPA and eventually started her own accounting firm. After graduation I went to work for a small architectural firm in a town called Millville. Millville is about twenty-five miles south of Harriman, Tennessee, and fifty miles west of our college town of Knoxville. The town gets its name from the saw mill that was there many years ago. It was a company town until the lumber industry in the area dried up and the company shut down its operation.

About a year after graduation, Suzie and I were married and moved to Millville. It had become a ghost town after the saw mill closed and remained such for two decades, but eventually a more affluent group of people discovered the charm of the area and rebuilt the city with homes for middle and upper class folks. Suzie's business grew and she moved to a larger office, with six employees, in Harriman

Anxious to hear what Suzie had to tell me, I hurriedly washed up, put on a casual shirt, and returned to the kitchen. The scrumptious-looking meal that Suzie had prepared was already on the table.

"OK, so what're you in such a hurry to tell me?"

"Well," she started. "I had lunch with Julie today, as I have almost every Wednesday for three or four years now. Ever since we became each other's best friend. As girlfriends do, we've confided a lot of personal things to each other. Our feelings; our concerns and worries; our good news and bad news. But, neither of us has ever mentioned anything about our sex lives. "

"Isn't that odd?" I asked. "I thought girls talked about those things. Although men typically don't talk to others about their intimacies with their spouses."

"Maybe it was odd, but it might be because you're buddies with Bob and we're very close as couples. I don't know. So, anyway, out of the blue, Julie asked me if you and I ever have kinky sex. I was so surprised it took me a minute to answer."

"What'd you say? Do we have kinky sex?" I asked Suzie.

"I told her that it would depend on what you consider kinky. But I didn't think we did. Pretty 'vanilla'. Enough fooling around and variety to make it very good, but not kinky."

"Well, thanks for that, at least," I said, sarcastically. "So is that it? That's what you were so anxious to tell me?"

"No! That's just the beginning. Wait 'til you hear what she told me next. I'll tell you exactly what she said. I remember it word for word. I've been going over it in my mind all afternoon. I asked her why she asked such a personal question, and she said, 'I've been wanting to tell you something for a long time, but just didn't know how to do it. Bob and I have found a life style that brings such joy and excitement to our lives that I've been dying to share it with you. I was afraid it might weird you out, though, and it might hurt our friendship.'

"I told her that nothing could change our friendship, and told her to get on with it.

"Then she said, 'Well, about ten years ago Bob and I were making love. You know, the usual way we did...sort of vanilla...missionary position. I was relaxed, letting him do his in and out thing, with my hands relaxed by my head. He put his hands over my wrists and with his weight resting on them I couldn't move my arms. I wanted to touch him; maybe play with him a little, but I couldn't. When I realized that I was helpless I began to get really turned on. The more I struggled to move the more excited I got. He must have sensed that because he started pounding into me harder and faster. Then I had the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, just before he came. It was mind boggling.'

"I said, 'Wow! That's some story. Is there more?'

"And she went on, 'Oh, lot's more. The next morning we talked about it during breakfast. I told him how his holding me down like that aroused me like never before. Even more than when he would go down on me. He said that we'd have to do it again.'

"I asked her if they did, and she said, 'The next weekend we went to bed to have sex and I lay waiting for him as usual. When he came in he surprised me by putting my wrists in handcuffs and fastening them to some chain he had placed by the headboard. Then he gently ran his hands over my body. That always turned me on, but then, with my hands bound, it aroused me much more than usual. I kept my legs together so he couldn't invade my private area, although he tried. But then he got up, went to the foot of the bed, and pulled some chains up from the floor. They had leather cuffs attached to them and he fastened them to my ankles. He pulled the chains to the sides of the bed and fastened them so my legs were spread apart. I wasn't happy about that. You know, my pussy all exposed. I felt so vulnerable, and struggled to close my legs, but of course I couldn't. Then he went back to exploring my body. I couldn't stop him. He played with my pussy and clit and stuck his fingers inside me. I hated it, but at the same time I got so turned on. I can't tell you how many orgasms I had. Before and after he entered me.

"'Now, are you weirded out?' Julie asked me

"I told her that it wasn't so much weird as it was shocking. Surprising. She said that there was much more to tell but that was enough for one day."

"Wow," I said. "Now I see why you were so anxious to tell me. The first thing that comes to mind is that Julie would be the last person I'd expect that from. She's such a take charge woman. Senior partner in her law firm, with many lawyers, paralegals and secretaries answering to her. I hear she's very strong in her court appearances, outdueling her male adversaries. I'd never think that she would be the meek one in their relationship."

"I know. That's exactly what I thought. In fact I mentioned it to Julie. She said she thinks that's why she likes being dominated by Bob. It lets her relax and not have to be in charge and make decisions. Something like that. All I know is that I was blown away."

"Does she know you were going to tell me?" I asked.

"I guess so. She must know that I would share this with you. Unless, of course, she asked me not to. Which she didn't."

"And what about Bob and me? We're just as close friends as you and Julie. We've played golf a couple times a month almost as long as we've known them. In fact we're playing this Saturday. Is it OK if I say anything to him about it?"

"That's a good question. I better ask her. I'll call her tomorrow."

Thursday was a normal work day. I got home first, got myself cleaned up and then did my before dinner chores, awaiting Suzie's arrival. During dinner I asked if she had called Julie.

"I did. She's fine with you talking to Bob about their sex habits, if that's what you call them. In fact I got the idea that she hopes you will. Seems like they've both wanted to share this with us."

"It's so strange," I thought aloud. "Just shows how you don't know what goes on inside people's houses. How many times have we been out to dinner with them? Even in their house a few times."

"I know."

 

Chapter 2

 

Suzie and I couldn't stop talking about Julie's revelation that she had a kinky love life with Bob.

"We've known them for four or five years now," Suzie said to me. "They're our best friends. We see them every week. I have lunch with Julie almost every week and you play golf with Bob. How could we not have an inkling?"

"I don't know. Shows how you really can't know about other people's lives. I'm playing golf with Bob tomorrow. Maybe I'll find out more. Didn't you say that Julie told you there was a lot more to tell?"

"She did. Said she didn't want to overload me with too much at one time. I'm guessing that means the rest will really blow our minds. Be prepared."

"I have a hunch my golf game will suffer. I won't be able to concentrate."

"I can't wait 'til tomorrow night and you tell me all the gory details," Suzie said as she turned out the light, rolled over toward my side of the bed and gave me a passionate goodnight kiss. "Was that kinky enough?"

"Hmmm," I answered.

Saturday morning came and I headed out to the golf course to meet Bob for our 11:00 O'clock tee time. He was already there and told me that, as usual on Saturdays, the course was crowded and we would have to play as a foursome with 2 other men. Turns out that we had both met them before so it made for a friendly round of golf. No time for private chats between Bob and me, though. Not surprisingly, Bob and I were both off our usual games.

I was glad when the last of us holed out on the 18^th green and Bob and I could head for the 19^th Hole, the bar next to the club's restaurant. The bartender knew us and brought us each our favorite beers. Now was my chance to broach the subject!

"So Bob," I started. "Seems like Julie and Suzie had quite a conversation over lunch the other day."

"Yeah. Julie said she told Suzie about our sex life. And I guess Suzie told you."

"She sure did. She couldn't wait. I tell you, Bob, we were both shocked. Seemed so unlike both of you. Now, tell me your side of the story. See if it's the same."

"Well, it all started innocently enough. I held her arms down one night when we were having sex and she got really turned on. So the next week I went to the hardware store and bought some lengths of chain. You know, the kind you hang a lamp from the ceiling with. I fastened one to each leg of our bed and hid them underneath. I also bought some double end bolt snaps to connect the chains to other things. Since I had to go into Knoxville to see a client I went to the adult store there and bought some handcuffs and leather cuffs for the wrists and ankles. I figured if just my holding her down like I did turned her on, being tied to the bed surely would."

"Oh," I said. "That's how you were all ready for her. She told Suzie how you tied her up, so to speak. She said that really turned her on."

"It seemed to. It was weird. After I cuffed her hands to a chain I had placed by the headboard. I was trying to play with her down below, but she kept her legs tight together. She didn't want me to go there. But then I spread her legs apart and attached the ankle cuffs to the chains at the sides of the bed. When I started playing with her then she complained but she couldn't do anything about it. Didn't take long until she was moaning with pleasure and she came. Just from me playing with her."

"Interesting... Why do you think that is?"

"I think it's because she has a feeling, maybe from something in her past, that it's dirty to let someone touch her private parts. Being tied like that lets her enjoy the stimulation without the guilt of allowing it to happen."

"Makes sense," I offered. Our glasses were empty so I motioned to the bartender to bring more. This was too good to let stop now. "So that's pretty much it? That's what you guys do in the bedroom while Suzie and I are doing vanilla?"

"Oh, no, my friend. Is that what Suzie thinks?"

"Actually, I think Julie said there was more, but she saved it for another time. Tell me, Bob, what's more. You've got me hooked now."

"OK, since you got us refills. But the drinks are on you today if I'm going to entertain you."

"Deal. But it better be good."

"Oh, it's good. Julie started reading up on the internet about bondage. She learned that people who liked being tied up during sex sometimes also enjoyed pain. So after we experimented with bondage for a while, she said she wanted to see if she would also be turned on by some pain. Now the last thing in the world that I would ever have done was to hurt Julie in any way. Especially physically. It's just not me. You don't hit women, right? Isn't that what we were taught? Only a coward would do such a thing.

"Anyway, she kept after me to do this until I finally gave in. I started just putting her over my knee and giving her a bare butt spanking with my hand. I went easy, but she kept saying 'harder.' I kept going until my hand was smarting. When I stopped she told me she was really turned on by it. She reached between her legs and said she was dripping wet and wanted me to fuck her right then. I did, and she was right about being wet."

I asked Bob, "How did you feel about hitting her like that?"

"At first I was hesitant, but since she insisted I figured it was OK. When she kept telling me to hit her harder I figured it was more OK. Her butt was red when I finished but she said it was a good tingling feeling. Later she said that next time she wanted me to spank her while she was tied up. I had her spread-eagled face down on the bed and gave her an even harder, longer spanking next time. This time I fingered her while I was spanking and she came several times. Believe me, Tom, the sex afterward was incredible."

"So you do that all the time now?"

"Oh, no. We still have old fashioned sex, but the best for both of us is when we play with BDSM scenes. You know, Tom, you and Suzie should come over sometime and we can tell you more about it."

"We'd love that. Suzie's going to go out of her mind when I tell her what you guys are into now."

"How about next weekend, then? I'll have Julie set it up with Suzie."

"Great. Now, we better be getting out of here before I order more beers and we get DUIs on the way home."

"You're right. Let's go."

I got home in about a half hour and couldn't wait to see Suzie.

"You think you had a story for me Wednesday? Wait 'til you hear!"