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 Chapter 2

   He sat there crying, the thin padding of the seat chaffing against his
thighs as the bra continued to cut into his ribs.  He heard the quiet sound
of car wheels crunching the gravel in the driveway, slowing to a stop, the
quick tap of her shoes on the walk as his wife's happy greeting was
suddenly cut off.  A long pause, the sound of feet, then car doors closing
and finally the gradual fade of the engine as they raced off into the
night. His cock had finally deflated as they had driven away, giving him
some relief from the pain of his erection, but the other discomforts then
took their turn in tormenting him.  He sat there..........

   Some time later in the evening the sound of the front door slamming shut
snapped him out of a light doze.  Shocked into sudden wakefulness his
hearing was desperate to make sense of the sounds coming from the front
room.  A low male voice and the sound of a cork being pulled, glasses
clinking and then soft tunes on the stereo; each stabbed at his heart as he
began to groan in agony at the hell he had placed himself in.  He knew
she'd eventually bring someone home some day but always it was a fear
placed safely in the future.  Now there was another man in the house and he
strained to hear them over the sharp thudding of his heart.  Her laughter,
then his, then silence........long silence that filled with the images of
pleasure she'd so long denied him.  Footsteps then, and a sudden lurch of
panic before he realized only hers were approaching as the door swung open.
Turning her back to the bedroom she was backlit by the hall light, giving
him a glimpse of long thighs tapering to a tight V.

   ''I'll just be a minute,'' she said, ''I bought something I want to
surprise you with.'' Turning into the bedroom she ignored his tear streaked
face and walked over to the closet to begin pushing boxes around, coming
back out with a Victoria's Secret bag that she tossed onto the bed. 
Turning at last to her pantied husband she stood in front of him and slowly
reached under her dress and began shimmying out of her pantyhose, rocking
her hips in a sensual figure eight as they slid over her hips.  Her hands
pushed them over her thighs and calves, rolling them tightly as she slipped
them off each foot.  Reaching under again to tug off her panties she
finally spoke.  ''Don't you want to ask me how the evening went?'' she
asked, pausing with the taut black silk mid-way down her thighs.  He said
nothing, knowing this 'Simon Says' trap, his eyes riveted to her panties
now pooled at her feet.  Picking them up she twisted them around to reveal
the center panel nicely silvered with her juices as she approached him.

   ''There honey, can you tell I've had an exciting evening?'' He was
panting now, her scent sending his cock crashing into his restraint as she
draped them over his head, pressing the moist panel firmly against his nose
and lips.  A small strangled whimper was all she heard.

   ''That's all for tonight dear,'' she said gently, picking up the
pantyhose and wrapping them loosely around his head.  He could just make
out the faint shape of her body as she began to remove her clothes. 
Watching the sensual dance of her undressing he began to cry again,
straining to see as she reached behind to unsnap her brassiere.  Walking
back over to his bound figure she straddled his legs and pulled his face to
the soft mound of her pubis, rubbing her plump mons against the silk
covering his nose and lips.

   ''Mmmmm,'' she moaned, sliding down to settle into his lap, ''It will be
so nice having a man in the house this evening, don't you think?'' She
smiled as she watched his struggle not to speak.

   ''I'll take that as a yes,''she said.  Draping her arms around him she
idly fingered the straps of his bra as she teased the nipples of her soft
breasts against the soft cups in front.  She could feel him quivering under
her as she brushed them back and forth, edging closer to one of many
orgasms she was looking forward to this evening.

   ''Here honey,'' she said, holding up her left breast to push the stiff
nipple into the silk covering his mouth, ''help me over the top.'' With a
soft moan his lips struggled to grab the nipple through the damp panel,
hungry to feel it swell in his mouth once more.  She could feel his lips
straining to grab her as the the silk of his lips finally succeeding in
clamping down once, briefly, sending her over the edge.  She pulled her
nipple from his mouth then, the sudden clamp of her legs and a sharp hiss
the only sensation he felt as she came.  His lips groped blindly now,
seeking the breasts that brushed both cheeks as she leaned over him to
savor the last few waves of pleasure.  Sighing happily she got up and
walked over to the bed and began dressing in her new lingerie.  Slipping on
the merest hint of a pale lavender baby-doll, she turned to admire how nice
her breasts looked in the lace halter top, teasing her nipples to sharp
points through the sheer satin.  Slipping on the v-string panty she quickly
walked over to her husband and removed the pantyhose from his eyes.

   ''Ta-da,'' she sang, striking an alluring pose as his face flushed
bright red at seeing her dressed so sexily.  She spun around, letting him
get the full effect.

   ''Please...''he begged, ''I......'' She froze, mid-twirl, frowning, and
came over to once again sit astride his lap.

   ''What was that, honey?'' she asked.  ''Did you speak?'' She waited,
watching his throat work as he tried to collect himself.

   ''No more.......''he began, tears appearing through the leg holes of the
panty.  '' I...'' Placing her fingers over his lips she stopped him from
speaking further and leaned over to once again fill his face with her
cleavage.  ''You promised.'' she whispered, cradling his head as he broke
down completely.  Satisfied the issue was resolved she stood up and pulled
the silk panty off his head, noticing how all her juices had been licked
clean from the center panel.  He watched as she pulled aside her panty to
wipe the silk through her lips, leaving a fresh pool of her shiny juices
there.

   ''Open'', she said, as he moaned and then obeyed.  She folded the black
silk carefully, making sure to lay the center onto his tongue and then
tucked the rest of the panty into his mouth.  Closing his jaws with a brush
of her fingers across his lips.  she then wrapped her stockings around his
head once more, this time binding his mouth.  ''Let's make sure there are
no more sounds coming from you this evening, OK?'' she scolded, waiting for
his nod of agreement.  Getting none she sighed and took pity on his
agonized face.  ''All right.....'' she paused, thinking for a moment. 
''Would you feel better if we let you watch?'' she asked, feeling him
stiffen in alarm as he shook his head in a desperate 'No!', his cries
muffled by the panty.

   ''So it will be all right if we make love as long as you can't see us,
is that right?'' she asked, smiling as he quickly nodded 'yes' and then
stopped, realizing she'd turned the question into him giving the only
answer she wanted.  She wiped his nose with one of the loose feet of the
pantyhose and brushed the damp hair back from his forehead tenderly,
letting him nuzzle for a moment before getting up.

   ''You really don't want to see us do you?'' she asked again.  He nodded
sadly.

   ''You'd rather us make love in the living room then?'' He nodded 'No!'
again, this time begging with his eyes.  Her smile brightened.

   ''I think I've got something that just might work for all of us'', she
said, going back into the closet and returning with a folded room divider.
As she unfolded the five panels he could see that each one was covered in a
sheer translucent lace, letting light through but little else.  He
whimpered as she adjusted the screen to wrap around the corner of the room
he was in, blocking his view of their bed.  Draping her bra and a few sheer
items over the top she went back to the bed and turned on her reading
light. Coming back to his chair she reached behind him and turned off the
floor lamp.  Immediately he was able to see into the room clearly, as if
through a light fog.  Crying out he began to struggle against his bonds,
unwilling to take any more as she knelt alongside him, admiring the view as
he would be seeing it.

   ''It's perfect, don't you think?'' ignoring his muffled pleas as he
twitched helplessly.  Her hand on his jaw, she turned his head to face her
and tried to put the evening into perspective for him.

   ''One more outburst from you while we're in the room, one tiny peep that
ruins this evening, and you get a Prince Albert that stays on till
Christmas, is that clear?'' He froze......and she reached down to stroke
his member, smiling suddenly as she raised her hand back up for him to see
the milky white pearl of cum there.

   ''Mmmm,'' she said as her finger dipped across her tongue..  ''You
realize now I've got to do a taste test don't you?'' Her hand on his gag
quickly stopped his groan as she stood up and straightened her panty before
crossing the room to stand in the doorway.

   ''Remember to keep your eyes closed,'' she said in a hoarse whisper as
she turned and called down the hall for her guest to join her.