Disclaimer and Legal stuff. 1. My Pen Name - Veronica Kerr - is purely fictitious. 2. This and other works are intended for adults only, and not for any person under the age of 18. 3. Some are fiction, and some true stories, The fiction is my own work, and the true stories are published with the full consent of the person/persons involved. 4. The rights to redistribute this story by electronic or other means for non-profit purposes is freely granted, provided it is distributed intact, including this notice. 5. Distribution of this, or any of my work for profit, either complete, or modified in any way, will result in legal action. First - an introduction from the author... I have been writing erotic stories for several years, and in addition, I have compiled other true stories from both personal acquaintances, and also pen pals. The true stories are obvious, and the fiction is my own work. I have not shied away from any theme, so, the bottom line is - If you are over 18, and are not likely to be offended by some of the content, then read on, otherwise leave this page now. Veronica. Theme: True story Bondage Surprise. I'm Geraldine, a 35 year old freelance writer, mainly short stories for women - nothing risque or anything as I doubt if I'd keep my outlets for very long if they were. I always intended to branch out into a full novel eventually, but it hasn't happened as yet. I specialise in articles for several local papers, (by local I mean local to myself, not national). I've been married to my loving husband Bob for 13 years now, and we've never had a cross word in all that time, which must really mean something. However, a couple of years ago we both realised that our sex life was becoming almost non-existant, partly due to him working away a fair bit, and also due to a little bit of boredom with the same old positions etc. So, after a heart to heart, we decided that we were both far to young to just become a comfortable happily married couple, together just for companionship. We sat down together one evening and trawled the web to see what other couples were up to, and god, were we in for a shock. Some of the stuff we found I wouldn't even begin to try to describe, and, for us at least, was completely out of the question. However after a couple of evenings evenings of viewing internet porn, suffice it to say we both quite liked the idea of bondage, so we decided to give it a try. I forgot to mention that we were fairly well off, with a large six bedroomed house, which, as luck would have it, included a large cellar. Within about six months we'd set up a bit of a dungeon in the cellar, after moving all the wine racks and other stored junk to one end. By the end of last year, about three months ago, even that was beginning to seem 'normal', and the sex became less and less, as before, so one night I jokingly suggested that we maybe ought to branch out a little and perhaps involve another couple in our bondage sessions. That didn't go down well at all with Bob, and to cut a long story short, he hardly spoke to me for a week. Our first ever disagreement - and my fault entirely. I knew I had to put any idea along those lines right out of my head, the last thing I wanted was to risk losing him. Worse than that, our bondage sessions dropped to zero, and after about two months I began to wonder if maybe he'd really gone off on one and found someone else, though I didn't really believe in my heart that he would. I just hoped that he'd just forget I ever mentioned it, and we could start to get back to normal. I was getting more than a little frustrated by this time, and while he was away with his job one evening, I was feeling really frustrated, and sat down after my dinner to browse the internet. I found one of the really bad sites we'd discovered when we looked through them together, and began looking through some of the stuff the people were getting up to. At first I was shocked, there were dogs, machines, you name it - it was there. I carried on looking anyway, having nothing better to do at the time in any case, and to my horror, I found myself getting really excited, and my panties were beginning to get really wet. I knew I ought to stop, but I was fascinated by the fact that, the machines especially, seemed to keep the girls orgasming again and again for ages. Wow, I thought, what I wouldn't give for one of those right now. I decided to switch off at that point and have a bath and an early night. Bob wasn't due home for another two days so I'd have plenty of time to check some more sites out tomorrow and friday. After my bath I got straight into bed to read for a while before I went to sleep. I had no writing to do for about a week so I had no need to rush up in the morning. I lay there for ages unable to really concentrate on my book, still feeling as horny as hell, but I refused to give in to it and masturbate, after all I didn't want to become a sex maniac like some of the girls on the net. Even with Bob, who knew my every need, I'd only ever come once in a session, and I was determined to save my frustrations to take out on him when he came home at the weekend. Eventually I must have dozed off, because I suddenly woke up to what I thought were sounds outside my bedroom door. I sat up in bed and listened, but hearing nothing more I thought I must have been dreaming. I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, but just couldn't get rid of the feeling that I wasn't alone in the house. It was stupid of course, the house was extremely secure, Bob always made sure of that because he knew I'd be alone there a lot of the time while he was working away. Sleep wouldn't come however, so I decided to put my mind at rest and go down and look around. Maybe get myself a cup of tea while I was there and take it back to bed. I thoroughly searched the house from top to bottom but found nothing of course, but then I hadn't really expected to unless Bob had come home early without ringing first, but that wasn't his style. After I came up from the cellar which was the last point of checking, I did find the back conservatory door unlocked. I'd been out there that afternoon sitting reading in the sunshine in the garden, so I guessed I must have forgotten to lock it when I came back in. No harm done though, I'd been pretty thorough with my search so I knew I was alone. I was still feeling pretty horny though, especially after checking out the cellar, and remembering the things Bob had done to me tied up down there. I've no idea why, but I just got the feeling I ought to have a last look down there before I made my tea to go back up to bed. I locked the conservatory door, and went back into the hall and opening the door to the cellar, went back down the stairs. It was a really hot summer night, and as I was alone in the house anyway, I hadn't bothered to put anything on when I left my bedroom - a bit stupid really if there had really been someone else there. I stood looking at the gadgets we had around - metal loops in the floor and ceiling, leather couches with wrist and ankle straps attached each end. Even a set of stocks in the far corner, though I must admit I didn't like them much - far too uncomfortable for my taste. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, but before I could turn, a hood was pulled down over my head, and tied round my neck from behind. I tried to reach round to untie it, but it was tied much too tight. It must have been made of pretty thick material because not only did it shut out all light, but in my effort to get it off, I knocked over a candlestick from the table at the bottom of the stairs behind me where I stood, and only just heard it hit the floor, and it must have been very loud as it is made of heavy metal and the floor is stone. I stood still, unsure what to do next. I felt disorientated with not being able to see a thing. In even really dark places, as your eyes begin to adjust you can at least move about carefully, but with the hood over my head I was in total blackness. Then I felt a cord or something tighten round my right wrist, and then the same on my left one. I was afraid to try to move in case I fell, so I just kept still as my arms were pulled upwards and the cords or ropes, whatever they were, were tightened, presumably to the rings in the ceiling which I knew I was standing under. Who the hell was doing this I wondered, it had to be Bob, I was sure no-one else could have gotten past the security locks. Maybe he had, (hopefully), taken on board the fact that our love life had dropped again to zero, and had decided to spice it up for me. I decided to just keep quiet and let him do whatever he'd planned. Then I felt straps being tightened round both my ankles, and I allowed my legs to be parted as I assumed the straps were being tied to the rings in the floor, leaving me spreadeagled in the middle of the basement. Luckily it was a hot midsummer night so the air was quite warm and the stone floor felt just a little cool underfoot, but not cold. I felt light touches on my back, then on my left shoulder, then my belly, and gradually, all over my body at random. No pattern to the touches at all, so I had no idea where the next one would be. I started to feel very horny especially when the touches came close to my pussy area, and my bum and breasts. This seemed to go on for ages, until I was almost screaming to be touched. Then my right nipple was touched - just for a second, and the lightest touch, but it was like an electric shock, making me shudder and gasp. The random touching went on as before, but now included my nipples as well. I could feel them throbbing with anticipation as I began to be touched around my pussy, not actually on it, but all around. I was squirming by now, I'd never felt anything like this in my life. Even my feet and lower legs, and the top of my head were included. No part of me was missed - except for where I was most desperate to be touched. All the time I'd been with him he'd never made me feel like this, and I began to wonder where he'd been to learn it all. Then all thoughts vanished from my mind as he began touching my clit, and running his fingers all around and into my pussy. As his finger slid inside me, my clitty was still being played with, and then I felt fingers gently flicking my nipples - both at once, and more playing all over my breasts, belly, and hips. I just exploded in a terrific orgasm at that point. It was so intense that my legs just gave way and I was left hanging by my wrists from the straps round them. As I regained my composure, and the strength in my my legs to take my weight again, I realised, horrified, that there was no way Bob could have been touching me in all those places at once. There had to be at least one other person there with him, and by the places I was touched all at once, maybe even more. The thought of being helplessly molested by a group of men was beyond my wildest fantasy, (assuming of course that they WERE all men), and I started to feel as horny as hell again just thinking about it. Bob must have relented his attitude and decided to give me what he felt I needed, rather than risk us drifting apart. I felt my ankles being released, and then my wrists, and I was guided a few steps forward, and then turned and made to sit, (by the feel on my bare bum), on the end of one of the leather couches. Then I was laid back and my wrists and ankles secured to each end. My bum was on the end, and I was gently pulled down until my bum was almost off the end, and my legs were pushed apart with my knees bent due to my ankles being secured to the end below my bum. I felt fingers starting to touch me all over again, this time everywhere at once - all over my body. I started to wonder how just many other men he'd brought with him as there seemed to be far too many touches at once, even for three pairs of hands. It was just amazing and I was overcome with lust. Then I felt what I knew was a cock, begin to slide inside me. It wasn't Bob, I knew what his felt like after thirteen years. It began to pump into me, and in no time I could feel my orgasm building, until I just exploded again as I felt it bucking and pumping cum inside me. I hadn't even come back down from that, when I felt it pulled out, and then another replaced it, pumping hard into me as before. I sometimes had multiple orgasms, though not normally - once was usually enough, but this time, I don't know if it was the excitement of knowing there were other men there watching, but I just wanted more. It wasn't long before I felt it stating again, and I reached the edge just as I felt him start to cum inside me. This time though I must have blacked out because I don't remember him pulling out of me. The next thing I knew was another starting to push into me. This wasn't Bob either, it was far too big for him, he wasn't that well endowed, but always managed to satisfy me nonetheless. This guy was huge, and by the time I felt his balls reach my bum, it felt like he was right inside my womb. As he began to move in and out, it hurt a little at first. I'd never had a guy as big as that before, but after a minute or so the pain went off and it began to feel amazing. He moved slowly at first, maybe realising that he was hurting me, I don't know, but then he started to move faster and faster, his balls slapping my bum each time he went in, until I started to cum again, my pussy clamping round his cock, making him feel even bigger inside me. My orgasm subsided again, but he hadn't stopped pumping into me. I felt exhausted by now, and just wanted to sleep, but he (and they) weren't having any of it, and I felt my nipples being stroked again, and then my clitty being rubbed as he fucked me. I couldn't help myself as the lust inside me took over again and I thrust back at him as he pumped me until I felt him swelling inside me and his hot cum pumping into me. As it did I just erupted again for the (how many times - I'd long since lost count), and this time it felt so intense that the next thing I remember is opening my eyes to find myself still on my back on the couch in the dungeon, but without the hood or the straps and the light on. I was completely alone now, so they'd just left me where I slept and gone. I sat up, feeling a bit sore and battered below, and found I was covered in cum, all over my belly and dripping from my pussy onto the floor. I felt more satisfied than I'd ever felt in my life, and could have easily just lay back and slept where I was, but knew I'd probably catch a chill if I did, so I forced myself up and went back upstairs to the bathroom to clean myself up. I put my dressing gown on this time, and took a bowl of hot water down to the cellar to clean up the mess they'd left. I couldn't remember how many times I'd been fucked, because even now I'm not sure if I passed out more than once, but the one thing that really sticks in my mind, was that none of them was Bob - that I am certain of. Over the next couple of days until he was due home, I tried to think of a good reason he wouldn't have fucked me himself, but came up with nothing, so I decided to say nothing about it until he did, in case I set him off on one again like last time. When he finally arrived home on Saturday evening, neither of us mentioned it at all, and we sat down to dinner that evening, chatting about everything but what I really wanted to talk about. Bedtime came and when we got into bed, we cuddled like we used to, and then made love, slowly and tenderly, like when we first met. Afterwards we lay sleepily in each others' arms and he told me he was sorry he'd been such a twat treating me like he had, and said he loved me more than ever, and had got mad because when I came up with that idea, the thought of anyone else touching me was unbearable to him. He said he'd try to do better in bed, (and in the dungeon), so I didn't feel the need for anyone else, as he'd never be able to bear another man touching me. I knew then that it hadn't been him - not even to organise it, and if I valued our marriage, then it was a secret I had to keep forever. After I'd forgotten to lock the door that night, someone HAD come in. It must have been planned by someone who knew us well, and also knew Bob was away, but even so, it was pure chance that I'd forgotten to lock the door. However, just in case you were wondering, yes - when Bob went away next time I DID leave the door unlocked - just in case he was covering up and didn't want to admit it was down to him, you understand. Disappointingly though, it never happened again. The only person I ever told was my long-time friend, Veronica, as I knew my secret would be safe with her, and that is how this story came to be here, and the names have been changed of course - just in case. Geraldine.