Chapter 19

Being busy meant April fourth was upon me before I knew it. It’d been a good month. Ness and I were in sync again, and our lives were sailing calm waters. Gary loved his new career, and Aaron had made considerable strides in repairing his academic record. The best part of sending our youngest to TAFE was that he got to start his mechanical fitter/fitter turner apprenticeship at sixteen instead of seventeen, as is typical. In the scheme of things, one year isn’t a big deal, but the extra money in his retirement fund would significantly improve his life after work.

To mine, and I’d bet the posties, delight, Vanessa was on a day off on April fourth, and we had a rare four-day period to be together because Friday and Saturday were her days off for this cycle, and Sunday and Monday were her off days for the next. I planned to use the combination of Tanya’s photo, playing with the mailman, and the anticipation of only having thirty more days to wait to have Ness so worked up we’d spend almost all those four days fucking.

Ness still hadn’t asked for another pass, although that wasn’t all that unusual, except that I knew her cunt was on fire anticipating the fourth of May, so I was surprised she hadn’t taken someone to ‘blow off steam’ with. My wife and I had either fucked or made love virtually every day over the last month, and even as strong as my sex drive is, she was wearing me out, so I had a surprise for her for Saturday night.

To ensure Ness was as sexually aroused as I could make her by the time the mailman arrived, I’d worked her into a frenzy the previous night. But after giving her just two orgasms, I allowed myself to cum and then did the typical ‘man thing’, and I rolled off her, pretending to go straight to sleep. Vanessa, surprisingly, let me get away with it for a time. However, after playing with herself and not being able to give herself an orgasm intense enough to satiate her, she tried to get me interested.

When Ness grabbed my dick, I squeezed her wrist and made her let go before muttering, “Shh. Sleep now.”

“Asshole!” She spat before rolling away and refusing to touch me.

Except when my wife is on an early shift, I’m usually up earlier than her. This morning was no exception, so I left a note saying I was joining my ex-teammates for a gym session, picked up my bag and headed out. I’d been tempted to add, “No masturbating!” to the bottom of my note, but I figured I shouldn’t give an order that may not be followed!

When I returned home, Ness was awake and cleaning up her breakfast dishes in the kitchen. So, soundlessly, I walked over, picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, smacked her bum, and carried her to our bedroom.

“I’m still not talking to you, asshole!” She hissed, and I’m sure my laughter didn’t help her mood!

Standing her in the middle of the room, I grabbed a handful of her tangled, luscious locks and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch back to stop from falling onto her ass.

Then, looming over her, I snarled, “Vanessa Anne Shephard, you will lose the attitude immediately, or I will take a paddle to your fine ass! Now, when I release you, you will strip, then stand tall, arms raised out to the side, shoulders back, and head up, with your feet spread slightly more than shoulder width apart. Do you hear me, my little horny slut?”

When Ness complied, I added, “Good girl. Now, eyes shut and do not reopen them.”

Taking the first of the ‘presents’ I’d brought for Ness out of my closet, I took them out of their bags and spread them on the bed so I could easily select what I wanted to put on her next. I began with the soft leather blindfold and buckled it securely into place, ensuring that my wife couldn’t see what I had planned for her.

Taking out Ness’ 7-inch black pumps, I helped her into them. Then, because I knew that her shoulders were probably already burning from the strain of holding her arms outstretched, I looped a ‘bondage bra’ over her arms and onto her shoulders before securing it behind her back. Then, using the leather straps placed for this purpose, I ratcheted them tight, squeezing her breasts much as I’d used the rope to do earlier.

After being satisfied that the bra was seated correctly, I temporarily cuffed Ness’ hands behind her back. Next, I picked up the leather ‘panty’ I’d bought. This piece of clothing was a sort of a ‘reverse’ strap-on. Instead of the ‘cock’ being on the outside, it was inside. So, making Ness step her feet into the device’s leg holes, I shifted it up until it was just short of her groin, then guided the ‘cock’ into her pussy and tightened the binds to ensure it stayed in place.

The ‘cock’ part of this ‘panty’ vibrated and was controlled by a remote. So when I had it in place, I turned it on and set the vibrations low. In the gusset of the ‘panty’ was a curled piece of rubber that pressed on Ness’s clit, and vibrated in time with the ‘cock’.

“Oh, Gaaawwddd!” Ness moaned as she felt the vibrations. The smell of her arousal swiftly filled the air.

“You will cum when I give you permission to. Do you hear me, Mrs Shephard?”

“Yes.” Softly sloughed from my wife’s mouth. But she was already biting her bottom lip and pumping her hips back and forth, so I knew she’d orgasm shortly despite her denial.

So, turning the remote to full speed, I squeezed her nipple and demanded, “Cum now, you fucking slut!”

“Oh, fuck!” Ness groaned as her body shook and her knees trembled, threatening to buckle.

As soon as I heard her climax, I turned the remote off and waited until she regained control. Then, when her knees straightened, I ramped the vibrator up, twisted her other nipple and yelled, “Again, you fucking cock whore! Cum again!”

My wife’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her hips thrust violently forward as if to meet a lover’s pounding cock as another orgasm ripped through her tiny body. Then, with her legs refusing to support her weight, she slowly sank onto her knees on the ground before me. Knowing what Ness would need next, I took my thick 7+ inch cock out, grabbed it by its base, held her by the hair at the back of her head and slapped her lips with the head of my cock.

“Suck, bitch,” I demanded. As I expected, Ness swiftly turned her head, opened her mouth and gobbled me down. My wife would want me to add to her disgrace by cumming on her face, but I didn’t want to make her show that to the postie, so I said, “Swallow it all, you fucking cum guzzling slut!”

“Gaaawwdd!” Ness moaned as my words forced another orgasm from her.

Holding her tightly and not holding back my orgasm, I pumped my dick into and out of her mouth until, with a roar, I filled her oral cavity with my cum. Then, as my jism spat inside her mouth, Ness shuddered again as a petite climax gently shook her.

I knelt before my wife, hugging her to my chest until I heard her draw a deep breath and tremble before sighing it out.

“Ready to keep going?” I gently asked.

Smiling, my wife nodded eagerly, so I helped her to her feet.

Taking the last three items off the bed, I swiftly tied the first of them to my wife’s legs. They were a series of adjustable leather bands connected by vertical leather strips. The first band circled Ness’ upper thigh just under her cunt. The second circled just above her knee, the third around the top of her calf, and down to the fourth around her ankle. In addition, five strips and bands stretched across the top of her foot and tied to her toes.

The penultimate item was similar to the previous one, except it was attached to Ness’ arms. So, bands at her upper arms just below her armpits, above and below her elbows, on her wrists, and then five strips down to her fingers with bands between her first and second, and second and third knuckles.

I wanted Vanessa to be able to talk, so before I placed the last item, I moved her in front of our robe’s full-length mirror, uncuffed her, took her wrists in mine and extended her arms out to the side again, and then took off her blindfold.

Opening her eyes, Ness saw her reflection and lustfully growled deep down and back in her throat. With her full, C-cup-sized tits squeezed lewdly by the leather bra and turning purple, her arms bound with tight bands of leather connected by strips of the same material. Her trimmed but furry pussy barely covered by a vibrating ‘panty’ concealing a ‘cock’ in her juicy cunt, and leg ties to match her arm ones, Ness looked like every bondage master’s wet dream!

“The mailman’s going to shit!” Vanessa growled longingly, her voice dripping with desire.

“Especially when he sees this,” I agreed, holding up a ballgag. “I was going to make you wear this,” I added, showing her an ‘O’ ring, “But I thought the postie might assume that he can stick his cock in your mouth. So, I thought the ball gag would be better.”

“I won’t be able to talk to him,” Ness pointed out.

I shook my head and replied, “You won’t need to.”

“No?”

“No,” I emphasised. “I’m pretty sure that when you spread your jacket and kneel before him, he’ll get the hint from last time. Even if he doesn’t, you’ll be just inside our door this time so I can direct him.”

“Jacket?” Ness questioned.

“This,” I proudly said as I took out a full-length black leather jacket from my closet and encouraged her into it.

For all but about twelve days here in Brisbane, this jacket would be so much wasted space as it would be too hot to wear. However, we regularly travelled to Melbourne when I hosted events down there, so it would come in handy as Melbourne can get bitterly cold.