This is Part Seventeen of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.
The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:
Of course, John found the sight of his wife sucking my strap-on very arousing — even if he had just cum. And seeing as it had been six months since he’d last fucked his wife, I wasn’t surprised to see him moving in on her bare ass, his dick sticking out from his pretty panties. When he grabbed hold of her ass, Sara reared up off my strap-on an back-handed him. John showed admirable restraint in not hitting her back, seeing as he could have done a fair amount of damage. But it didn’t stop me from slapping her.
I grabbed her by the hair on the top of her head and asked her if there was a problem. She replied that she didn’t want her sissy faggot husband near her. I gave her a long look. She was a feisty one, that Sara, and I was relishing the challenge she presented, particularly the challenge of renewing her husband as a sexual object in her eyes.
I glanced at John.
“Pick her up and follow me, would you?”
John scooped Sara up in a fireman’s carry and followed me down the hall to the bedroom I’d picked out. She didn’t fight him, but she didn’t cooperate either. She resisted silently, stubbornly, with an expression of childish petulance on her face. I was looking forward to wiping that expression off her face.
Instead of setting her down on the floor, I had him stand her on the bed. I spread her legs and tied her ankles to the posts at the foot, and then bound her wrists to the joint between the posts and the canopy, so that her figure formed an X in the frame. I pulled a custom-made ginger ointment from one of my bags and dabbed a bit on each of her nipples and her clit.
And then I took the hand of her lingerie-clad husband and lead him to the bed…
To be continued…
