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Archive name: 1st-Tie.txt (mf, wife, bond)
Authors name: John (Unknown Address)
Story Title:  OUR FIRST TIE
                      
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	There's nothing like a bus ride home to put you
in a bad mood.

	Here I was, walking the long road to our house
from the bus stop in town, musing on how much it was
going to cost me to get the car out of the shop, what I
was going to do about my many problems at work, and how
sore my feet were getting as I trudged home in the hot
sun...

	I was hot and sweaty by the time I walked up the
driveway and slowly swung the door open and entered the
relative coolness of the house, when she met me at the
door.

	"Oh, bad day, honey?" she asked, a look of con-
cern on her face.

	"You bet," I nodded grimly, and then suddenly I
knew my day was going to get better.

	Instead of her usual jeans and T-shirt, she was
wearing an elegant red dress and high-heel shoes, with
her blonde hair cascading to her shoulders with a grace
that bespoke a careful preparation for this moment.

	Her dress, which ended at mid-thigh, showed off
her long, shapely legs, and clung to her every curve.
My thoughts of work, of the bus, of the long walk home,
quickly evaporated as I thought ahead to the coming
evening.

	"Are we going out for dinner?" I asked, taking
in the sight of her beautiful intoxicating body and
feeling a slight, familiar stirring in my loins.

	"No, I thought we'd stay home and enjoy our-
selves... I've got a couple of steaks on the grill, and
we can open that wine we've been saving...I just thought
you'd like a special evening with me..."

	"Every evening with you is special," I murmured,
and she giggled in reply as she hugged me.  The smell of
the sizzling  steaks  drifted  through  the back door,
causing my stomach to speak of its own  hunger,  as  a
hunger more basic also awoke, stimulated by her scent
that hung in the air as we parted and she swayed through
the doorway to pull the steaks off the grill.

	I struggled with the wine cork, and managed to
work it free just as she returned, her legs long and
graceful beneath the hem of the dress. I poured her
wineglass first, followed by mine, as she smoothed her
dress with a sweep of her hands, and sat down.

	"Your wine, my dear," I smiled.

	"Thank you," she replied with a dimpled smile,
and we dug into our food.  She kicked her shoes off and
began playing with me with her bare feet as we ate,
caressing my feet and lower legs, and I found it hard to
concentrate on my food as we repeatedly paused to gaze
at each other.

	We lingered after the meal was complete, slowly
finishing our wine and talking, and then I got up and
began gathering the dishes from the table.

	Her hand stopped me.  "No," she murmured. "We'll
have time for that later."  Leading me to the living
room, she turned and bent over slightly as she put on a
CD, and, as the soft strumimgs began of a Kenny Rogers
song, she held out her hands.  "Dance?"

	"By all means," I murmured with a smile, as our
arms enfolded around each other and we began swaying to
the music.

	"My day just improved," I murmured into her ear.
My hands caressed her body restlessly, playing with her
hair, and stroking her curves through the fabric of her
dress.

	"It gets better," she giggled.  Her hands
drifted lower as we danced, tracing a line along the
inseam of my trousers, slowly trailing her long finger-
nails lightly up my inner thigh until she found the
rapidly-growing bulge at the front of my pants.

	"Mmmmm, it does, indeed," I murmured.  She felt
a hand slip under the hem of her dress, to caress her
soft skin through the fabric of her panties. The hem of
her dress lifted slightly with my efforts, revealing the
lacy hem of her black satin half-slip, and our bodies
molded together more tightly as we began slowly, tenta-
tively, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues.

	Her hand became more insistent on my growing
bulge, stroking along my length boldly.  Our breathing
quickened, and grew more ragged, becoming punctuated
with soft little sighs of pleasure as we surrendered to
each other.

	"I want you, John," she murmured.

	She reached down and unbuckled my belt, then
pulled it free from the belt loops and cast it aside.
"This time we do it my way." She took a deep breath,
pulling my stiffness free and stroking it with her
fingers.

	Dropping to her knees, her warm, wet mouth de-
scended to my hot, hard desire.  "I want your COCK,"
she blurted, closing her lips around me and wetting my
length with her warm tongue.  "I want your COME," she
added, becoming braver as she cast her fears aside with
an abandon growing more reckless by the second.  "I want
your hot COCK to spurt your sweet COME down my throat,
and I want to  SWALLOW it."

	With each deliciously naughty phrase, her mouth
and tongue worked more vigorously over my long... hot...
COCK... (yielding to her desires, I began to adopt that
term as my own), bringing me so close to the brink of
orgasm that I knelt on the floor before her, gasping in
pleasure. Her warm, wet mouth followed me down.

	Our bodies lay next to each other, as she took
my cock in her mouth again and again.  She could feel it
getting longer as my excitement grew.  And then she
gasped as well, as my hand reached beneath the hem of
her dress and tugged at her panties, drawing them down
enough to reach her with my fingers again and slip in-
side her warm wetness.

	Her mouth stroked me, and my fingers stroked
her... relentlessly,  insistently... and our cries of
pleasure grew more passionate...  she jerked her head
as she felt her mouth fill with a hot, salty taste that
betrayed my passion as a fore-taste of my life spasmed
over her loving tongue... then again, as she cried out
in her abandon and a larger spurt issued from the large,
thrusting member in her mouth.

	And her sighs became louder, climbing in pitch
as my tongue probed within her, exploring her, tasting
of her hot, sweet tanginess with complete abandon.

	Then she felt me withdrawing from her, and look-
ed up with her beautiful green eyes to see me unbutton-
ing my shirt.  She took this moment to grasp her damp
panties and pull them down her long graceful legs, scis-
soring her legs to cast them aside from her ankles.

	Then she gasped in surprise as she saw me reach
over, pick up my discarded leather belt, and grasp one
of her arms firmly and begin tying one end of the belt
to her wrist.

	"John, what are you doing?" she screamed, strug-
gling, as I looped the belt through one of the couch
legs and began tying the other end of the belt to her
other wrist.

	"Just making sure you don't get away," I mur-
mured huskily, and she suddenly stopped struggling as
she realized what I was doing.  Actually, she knew she
could wriggle out of her bonds quite easily if she
wanted to... but she didn't want to.  She wriggled sen-
suously on the floor in a mock struggle to free herself,
her hands high over her head as she lay on the floor.

	"Ohhhhh, then what are you going to DO with me,
then?" she purred in a low voice.  Her dress had hiked
up her lovely hips, and her glistening, wet womanhood
beckoned to me as her legs opened in silent invitation,
framed by the black silk of her half-slip.

	I was stepping out of my trousers, and casting
aside my white shorts, watching her eye my exposed, hard
manhood with unconcealed interest.

	I took a deep breath, as I bent to unbutton her
dress, starting at her throat and continuing down, ex-
posing her lacy black bra... kissing her exposed skin at
her collarbone as each button came free.  Finally, as I
undid the button at her navel, and turned her body
slightly to unclasp her bra and ease it up out of my
way, I paused, a hand massaging one of her nipples,
gently, and looked into her eyes.

	"I want to fuck you," I murmured.

	"Oh, say that again... it excites me," she
sighed.

	My hand felt her nipple harden, and her eyes
glazed over with unashamed lust.  "I want to fuck you,"
I repeated.

	"Ohhhhh, again."  My body pressed against hers,
so she could feet the heat of my member on her inner
thighs as I positioned myself at her eager entrance.

	"I want to FUCK you," I breathed into her ear,
as she drew her knees up and spread her legs wider,
arching her back as I slid deep, deep inside her honeyed
warmth.

	"Again!" she moaned.  "Ohhhh, how I want you!"

	My mouth drifted to her breasts and began
tonguing her nipples as her body responded with a series
of shudders then ended in a gasp and a soft moan from
her lovely lips.  "UhhhhNNNNGGHHHH!"

	"I... want... to... ohhhhhhh, Nicole!  Want to..
to... FUCK... ohhhh...", I moaned, as her body endured
my passionate thrusting and our breathing intensified.

	"Yes!" she cried.  "Yes!  Oh, John, COME inside
me!  I want your come!  I want you to FUCK me!  I want..
ohhhhh...GOD"

	Her back arched suddenly, and her head tossed
from side to side spasmodically, as a tremor slowly but
completely took over her body, and I felt her tense un-
der me as she experienced each wave of pleasure, more
intense than the last.  Her eyes closed for a moment as
she was overcome by the intensity of her response, and I
watched as her eyelids fluttered briefly, and she grit-
ted her teeth... and then her mouth dropped open again.
	
	Then I groaned in pleasure as my thrusting...
COCK... spasmed, once, twice, countless times, endlessly
filling her with my sweet, sticky seed... and the sen-
sations brought her over the brink, triggering a squeal
of pleasure that echoed off the walls, as her body buck-
ed and writhed beneath mine.

	She closed her eyes as I collapsed against her,
and experienced that dreamy twilight state for an end-
less moment, as our breathing slowly returned to normal,
and then she felt my hands releasing her bonds, and she
slowly brought her hands back to their normal position,
noticing a slight stiffness in her muscles, as she
caressed my hair gently.

	"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful," she murmured,
still stroking my hair at the base of my neck.  Her
voice was languid, tranquil.  "So how's your day now?
Still having a 'bad day'?"  She giggled.

	"I'm having a wonderful day," I murmured gently,
a soft breathlessness coloring my voice.

	"Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're
going to have!" She taunted...giggling again.

	"UH oh," I smiled in response.
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