Kinky 

She laid on the bed listening to the sound of his footsteps.  He was
moving about the room and she could hear faint sounds - a clinking of
glass or metal, a rustling of fabric.  She shivered though the night
was warm.  The fleece lining of the blindfold was soft against her
eyelids and forehead, but was growing damp from the sweat on her brow.
 She had done everything he had asked, allowing him to put on the
blindfold and standing passively as he had undressed her.  He had
kissed her neck and shoulders as he unzipped the back of her dress,
caressed her arms softly as he slid the straps off of her shoulders. 
She had stepped out of her dress, enjoying the cool air on her damp
skin.  He had moved to her front and kissed her throat, trailing
kisses down to her breasts.  She wanted him to kiss her breasts now as
he had then, to take her nipple into his mouth and suck it hard, but
she lay blind on the bed, her body aching, longing for his touch while
he moved about the room.

He had removed her panties in the same slow, sensual way he had
removed her dress, his hands caressing her breasts, stomach and thighs
before they caught the elastic of her panties and slid them slowly, so
slowly down her legs.  They had caught as they reached her hips,
sticking between her legs where the combination of sweat and her
excitement had moistened them.  He had used both hands to free them,
one gently sliding down her back and over her bottom, between her
cheeks while the other wandered over her stomach and over her mound. 
He had played with her, tickling her pubic curls while another finger
circled her anus.  Then both hands had met at the moist folds between
her legs and she had pressed into the hands.  He had rubbed her there,
with soft circular motions, massaging her clit delicately,
deliciously.  And then the panties continued their downward journey,
the hands deserting her pussy as her hips rotated, pressing helplessly
into thin air.  She had stepped out of them with a sigh when they
reached her ankles and had gasped when his tongue slid across her
inner thigh to lodge briefly (too briefly!) between her legs.  She had
tried rubbing against his tongue but he was gone.  "Just a taste," he
had said softly.

She heard him approach the bed.  "Do you trust me?" he asked softly, a
hand resting tenderly on her thigh, lightly stroking her soft flesh.

"Yes," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly so he could slip his
hand between her legs.  But his hand left her.  He took her hand in
his and she felt something soft on her wrist.  It took her a moment to
recognize the feel of fleece.  There was a soft clink of something -
metal? - and then the fleece was held firm against her skin.  He
reached over her to take her other wrist and very gently he fastened a
fleece something there as well.  Next he was fastening the fleece to
her ankle and she brought her left hand to touch her right wrist,
feeling sturdy leather and a metal buckle, the fleece lining against
her skin.  So that was his game!  He was getting kinky!  She smiled
and shivered in anticipation.  She could picture herself strapped to
the bed, a human X, her husband teasing her as she lay helpless before
him.  Mmmmmm.

The fleece was on the other ankle now, firmly secured, and now he was
sliding the soft felt around her damp thigh.  Her eyebrows shot up
under the blindfold.  He worked quickly and the second thigh strap was
in place before she got the question out.  "So what are those for?"

"Shhh"  he replied.  He took her hand in his and pulled.  "Time to get
up."

"Up?"  This startled her.  She was comfy in bed and was worried now at
what he had in mind.  "You're not chaining me up to any wall, you
know.  I don't do that."

He pulled her into a sitting position on the bed.  "Remember, you said
you trust me," he said softly.  She sighed and cursed herself for
agreeing to this.  Anything you want, she had said.  She swung her
legs off the bed and stood.  He stood behind her, kissing her neck and
she reached back to him, finding him naked as well.  She stroked his
thigh, her fingers trailing upward and over.  He moaned as her fingers
curled around his erection and she pulled him closer, squeezing his
cock gently.  He ran his hands over her smooth shoulders and down her
arms, pulling both hands to his cock.  She wrapped the other hand
around him, smiling at how easily she had distracted him from his plan
- whatever it was!  When he pulled away it surprised her, and when she
reached for him she found her wrists fastened firmly together.

"You shit," she said, annoyed that her ploy had been used against her.

"Thought you could distract me, huh?"  She could hear his smile.  He
was at her side again, just out of reach of her hands and she felt the
tip of his penis slide across her waist as he fastened something to
the thigh strap and then to a wrist.  He did the same to the other
side as she stood very still.  Her heart was racing now.  He stepped
away again and she tried moving her hands, but they were fastened
tight to the thigh straps, giving her only inches of play.  "Where did
you get this stuff?" she asked, partly in curiosity and partly to
relieve the anxiety she was beginning to feel.

"Oh, from here and there," he replied.  "Some of it came from a bridle
shop."

"I take it you mean the kind for horses and not the kind for brides."

He laughed.  She sensed him in front of her now and could feel his
breath on her skin.  She felt her body flush and a tingling between
her thighs even before he touched her.  His first kisses tickled as
they fluttered across her neck.  The deep kiss at her throat brought
out a moan.  The soft sucking kisses across her chest to the tops of
her breasts had her gasping.  He was caressing her ass with one hand
now as he teased her breasts mercilessly with his tongue.  He kissed
the side, slid his tongue along the bottom curve, sucked and nibbled
at the soft valley of her cleavage before circling up to the top,
agonizingly close to her nipple.  She moved to put her nipple into his
mouth, but he stayed one step ahead of her.  Her arms strained at the
straps, trying to get free to force his head to her nipples.  Both of
his hands were on her ass now, squeezing, massaging.

And then he stopped.  She groaned.  She felt his hand on her upper
arm, holding her firmly.  "Come with me," he said in what she
recognized as his seductive voice.  She had laughed at that voice
before, so serious and low, but tonight it was somehow menacing.  She
began to tremble.  He led her out of the bedroom, she recognized that,
and down the stairs.  She prayed all of the curtains were closed.  She
realized that they were circling, meandering around the living room
and she soon became disoriented.  She felt tile under her feet and
figured they were in the kitchen.  Then carpet again - which room? 
Dining room or hall?

As they walked, her thighs stuck slightly, the traces of her
excitement serving to excite her even more.  "Why don't you just bend
me over the sofa and fuck me right here?" she said in exasperation.

"Would you like that?" he asked, his hand roving over her bottom.

"Yes I would," she replied, stopping and turning to him. His mouth
found hers and she pressed against him, plunging her tongue into his
mouth.  She felt fabric against her thighs and stomach and realized
that he had put on something - shorts or boxers.  She tried to work
her legs around his, to rub her aching pussy against his thigh, but he
kept moving, evading her.  She hooked his leg with hers and felt her
pussy make contact with his firm thigh muscles, but he moved again and
she lost her balance.  Helplessly, she fell, sliding to one side.  He
caught her and broke the fall, but she still landed with a thump.  The
fall had startled her and she lay still on her right side, arms pinned
behind her, still blind.  His hand was on her knee, lifting her left
leg, and she rolled onto her back as far as she could with her hands
pinned, spreading her legs open, silently begging him to pleasure her.
 He began kissing and licking her inner thighs and her hips began
thrusting towards him with a mind of their own.  His kisses finally
found her pussy and he began licking her, broad cat-licks over her
whole pussy, stroking her clit firmly; then his tongue got pointy and
probing, parting her lips and swirling around her clit, sliding into
her.  She was completely at his mercy and felt herself melting.  She
came quickly, writhing and moaning on the floor as he buried his
entire face between her legs, licking urgently as if he needed her
orgasm as much as she did.  It lasted a long time with little peaks
and valleys.  After she had come down, he moved up to nuzzle her belly
and her breasts, now extremely sensitive, and finally to kiss her. 
She opened her mouth and tasted her juices on his face, her tongue
finding his.

He held her and caressed her, her hands still bound.  "So how about
undoing this stuff and I'll take care of you?" she murmured.

"How about I help you up?" he countered.  He shushed her protest and
helped her up awkwardly.  Her pussy was still on fire from her orgasm
and as they began walking she wobbled, trying to keep her legs apart. 
She was still focusing on the tender regions between her legs when the
door opened.  The feel of the cool flagstones under her feet brought
her back to the present.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.  She would have screamed, but the
thought of waking the neighbors in her present condition kept her
quiet.  The door closed behind them with a click.  He said nothing.  A
soft breeze caressed her damp skin.  Her muscles were tense and she
strained again at the straps.  He tugged her arm, but she refused to
move.  He tugged harder and she stumbled after him, cursing him under
her breath.  The hard, smooth flagstones of the patio gave way to soft
grass as she followed him, his prisoner.  "No more kinky shit for
you," she hissed.  He laughed.  Just as he had done in the house, he
led her in circles, disorienting her.  He finally stopped and she
bumped into him.  He turned her and guided her backward, his arms
around her.  She felt the rough bark of a tree against her back.  His
hands caressed her skin, fondling her breasts, his mouth finding a
nipple and sucking hard.  She pressed her breast into his mouth and
his tongue swirled around her nipple.  He kissed his way to her tummy,
kissing her mound and she found herself becoming excited again in
spite of the cool night air, in spite of her fear at being discovered.

His hands stroked her bottom and legs with a firm touch, moving to her
ankles, over her feet, claiming the entire length of her before
traveling upward again.  His hands moved to hers and lingered at her
bonds.  With a soft jingle her hands came loose and she brought them
up to push him away, but they were still bound by the short straps to
her thighs.  Still, she had more freedom of movement.  Deciding to
make a break for it, she moved quickly toward where she thought the
house would be ... but was stopped short with a tug at her ankle.  The
bastard had her tethered!  He was still kneeling in front of her and
he pulled her to him with a hand on each cheek of her ass, his tongue
snaking between her thighs.  Her legs parted involuntarily and she
submitted to his licking, moaning, almost purring at his attentions. 
The straps binding her hands to her thighs allowed just enough slack
for her to reach his head, and she ran her fingers through his hair
and held his head as she gyrated her pussy against him.  She found
herself wanting to come again - something rare, as she was usually too
sensitive after one orgasm.  She leaned her shoulders back against the
tree, hips arched forward, running her fingers through his hair as his
tongue brought her closer and closer ... and then it was gone.  Her
hips continued the rhythm they had found with his tongue for a while
after he had removed it, seeking him, but the delicious tension that
had begun mounting between her legs was already becoming more distant,
fading.  She whimpered with frustration.

Where was he?  For that matter, where was she?  She was suddenly very
aware that she naked in her backyard, chained up like a pet. 
Shivering, her mind raced.  The bark of the tree was rough, but not
craggy ... not the elm, too thick for the redbud ... the tulip tree
then.  So there were in the back corner of the yard, near the back
fence (an 8-foot privacy number they had put in two years before - had
he been planning this that long ago?).  The house would prevent anyone
from seeing from the street, the fence from the back.  To the north
was the shed, but ... with a twinge of panic she realized that there
was nothing to the south.  What would the Fosters think if they
happened to come out in their backyard ... maybe to walk their dog or
to investigate those odd moans and gasps coming from the neighbors'
yard ... Was there a moon tonight?  Her mind raced.  She tried brought
her hands together and found she could reach her wrists.  Fumbling,
she searched for a buckle but instead found the curve of a small lock.
 Next to it was a ring, and something metal where a leather thong
linked her wrists o her thighs.  She blindly fumbled with it, unable
to figure out the clasp.

Then he was with her again, his hands caressing her, his lips against
hers.  She melted into his warm arms, feeling vulnerable, wanting him
to hold her and protect her.  He moved her to one side and she felt
the softness of a blanket under her feet.  The tether allowed her just
enough slack to reach the edge of the blanket, and then he had her
kneel.  When the soft hot hardness of his cock brushed against her
lips she was ready - she had been expecting it - and she took him in
her mouth hungrily.  She closed her lips around his shaft and slowly
took him deep into her mouth, savoring his hardness, his flavor.  Then
she settled into a steady rhythm, stroking his cock with lips drawn
tightly around his shaft.  She swirled her tongue around the tip as
her lips stroked his shaft, hoping to finish him quickly so he would
release her.  His willpower surprised her, though, when he stepped
back, drawing his cock from between her anxious lips.  Again she
whimpered.

Then he helped her to lie on her stomach, her hands still pinned to
her thighs, the side of her face pressed into the blanket.  Lying
helpless, she felt him kissing and licking her back, the backs of her
legs, her thighs, her bottom.  His tongue traced the curve of the
crease at the top of her thigh and she pushed her bottom up towards
his face and drew her knees under her, wanting him to probe deeper
with his tongue.  His hand slid between her thighs, which she
willingly parted, and began stroking her pussy while his tongue
circled her anus.  His hands paused and then a finger returned,
slippery with something, and replaced his tongue.  She gasped when the
cool slickness touched her skin, and gasped again when it entered her,
but a hand on her pussy kept her gyrating as the finger wetly probed
her anus.

She no longer cared that she was naked in her back yard, face down
with her wrists fastened to her thighs and her ass in the air.  Her
body gyrated as she rubbed her pussy against her husband's hand, and
the sensation of his finger in her ass heightened the sense of
abandonment.  He slipped his finger out of her for a moment, but it
soon returned with more lube and was joined by its neighbor, two
fingers now probing her anus while his tongue replaced the hand on her
pussy.  Again she felt her tension mounting and stifled a moan.  She
pushed back against him with greater urgency, pressing the fingers
deeper inside her, increasing the pressure of his tongue on her clit. 
And then he was gone again.  She gritted her teeth.

"If you don't finish me soon I swear you won't get near me for six
months," she whispered hoarsely into the darkness.  She heard his soft
chuckle.  "I mean it!  I have toys and I'm not afraid to use them." 
With that she sensed him closer, then felt something cool and hard
pressing against her pussy, rubbing the length of her mound and over
her clit.

"Like this one?" he asked softly.  Her hips had a mind of their own as
they pressed and turned, trying to capture the tip of the dildo in the
wet folds of her pussy.

"You ..!" she began, but the sensation of the tip lodging in her
opening stopped her before she could get the threat out.  She froze,
afraid it might be withdrawn if she tried to impale herself on it the
way she so desperately wanted to.  Slowly, too slowly, the dildo slid
inside her.  She could feel it spreading her, feel the ridge of the
simulated glans as her lips closed around it, feel it filling her. 
She bit her lip to stop from moaning loudly.  And then it was in her
entirely, filling her pussy before sliding back out, only to fill her
again.  Now she began moving again, rocking rhythmically, fucking the
disembodied cock he was holding in his hand.

His finger found her anus again, and one, then two fingers filled her
as she rocked back and forth, pussy clutching at the dildo.  Each
stroke brought the fingers deeper inside her anus and she luxuriated
in the sensation of being stretched, in the wantonness of the moment. 
Then the dildo was gone and the fingers too, and she nearly screamed
in frustration.  Her hands clutched the air at her sides helplessly.

After what seemed like an eternity she felt something warm and hard
tracing the crease of her bottom, brushing wetly over her pussy.  She
pressed back against his cock but it eluded her and continued upward. 
She held still, panting, as the tip circled her anus.  His hand found
her pussy again, but she wanted to be filled.  She didn't care about
anything at this point, she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his
body pressing against her, into her.  She pressed back and felt the
tip of his cock spread her anus.  She pulled off and pushed back
again, feeling herself open a little further this time.  Releasing the
pressure, she pressed back once more and the stretching sensation
became more intense until the head popped in.  She froze, panting. 
His hand reached around her to caress her pussy, and he began
massaging her clit in little circles.  Her hips began moving again,
circling, and the motions worked his cock deeper inside her.  And then
his hips were pressed against her butt and his cock was filling her
ass completely.

She began trembling as he started moving, his cock sliding in and out
of her.  They had done this before, but never had it felt like this! 
With each stroke her face was pressed into the blanket and she
squirmed underneath him.  Before it had been an interesting and wicked
diversion that was mainly for his pleasure.  Now the sensation of
fullness and the feeling of the cock sliding in and out of her were
sending direct signals to her pussy in a way she had never
experienced.  Soon the blanket had bunched up and she could feel the
grass tickling her breasts, feeling scratchy against her nipples.  He
was cupping her mound with his entire hand now, the heel of his hand
pressing hard against her clit and two fingers deep inside her, his
hand almost lifting her as she squirmed.  She felt her orgasm rising
from deep inside her, the orgasm she had been denied twice before and
she writhed and twisted, pressing her clit hard against his hand until
it overcame her.  She came in a flash of luminous white light, bright
behind her tightly clenched eyelids, and her hands strained at their
tethers, hands grasping and clutching at the crumpled blanket.  Her
muscles clenched, squeezing his cock tight in her anus, pulsing around
his fingers as she came and came.  She heard his groan as if at a
great distance and then he was joining her, pulsing inside her and she
could feel the heat of his cum deep inside, sparking more fireworks
behind her eyes.  Her body pulsed for a while longer, clenching and
releasing his cock spasmodically until finally she began to return to
earth.  Her tensed muscles relaxed, and she collapsed flat on the
ground, her breasts pressed into the cool damp grass, his body heavy
on top of her, his cock slowly shrinking inside her.  He trailed
kisses over her shoulder and nuzzled her neck, his arms folding around
her.

She blinked.  It was gray, and she could make out shapes in the
darkness - patio furniture, a bird bath .... And she realized that she
had rubbed the blindfold off in the throes of passion.  She silently
cursed herself for not thinking of doing that when he had first laid
her down.  Her body was still trembling, and several small tremors ran
through her, causing her muscles to clench at the cock lodged inside
her.  She pressed herself back, deeper into his arms.  He was gently
caressing her sides, now kissing her cheek, and she languished in the
afterglow until she felt his deflating cock pop out of her anus,
popping her back into reality.

"Are you crazy?" she whispered, jerking her head up.  She could see
the Foster's house in the darkness.  No lights on, thankfully.  He was
unfastening her hands and as soon as they were freed from her thighs
she rolled over and hit him.  "What were you thinking?"

"Shhhhh," he quieted her, laughing.  "The Fosters are out of town,
remember?"  And then she did remember, and was starting to point out
all of the reasons why they should NOT be frolicking naked in their
backyard doing all kinds of unspeakable things - delicious, but
unspeakable - where ANYONE might see them when his lips silenced her. 
He kissed her warmly, passionately, and she responded, her tongue
eagerly meeting his.  For a moment she forgot where they were, forgot
everything except the feeling of his warm skin against hers, his
muscles, his lips, his tongue.  She wrapped arms and legs around him,
and they kissed until she felt him getting hard again.

She slid her hands around to his cock, squeezing.  "Let's go get this
thing washed up ... I have some plans for it," she whispered.  He
rolled off her, finally letting her up and she seized her opportunity
to regain control.  "Race you in!"  In seconds she had reached the end
of the tether still fastened to her ankle and was back on the ground. 
He was laughing and she glared at him as he tossed the lube, dildo and
his boxers onto the blanket, bunched it up and tossed it onto the
patio.  She was still fumbling with the clasp of the tether when he
came up behind her, unfastening it and scooping her up in his arms,
kissing her.

Holding tight around his neck, she pulled back and glared at him. 
"You know payback is going to be a bitch, right?"  In spite of
herself, she snuggled back into his warm arms.

"I can't wait," he said softly with a smile as he carried her back
into the house.