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Subject: Title story: "John, Carole and a Bottle" Author: John Sellers 78453452
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Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2006 04:43:08 +0000
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John, Carole and a Bottle
I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea. My wife and I are not always getting
up to 'unusual activities' but we decided when we first got married that we
should work hard to keep some sparkle in our sex life... hence the 'games'.
About 4 or 5 times a year (it used to be more often) we act out our fanasies and
really go to town. This particular event happened about 18 months ago and to the
best of my recollections what happened was this... I'd got home from work about
7:00 and usual sat down to my tea. My son was already in bed and Carole (my
wife) sat watching me with a permanent grin on her face. I finished my tea and
went into the living room, my wife followed still smiling. "Ok", I said, "What's
up?". "I wondered whether you were in the mood for a game?", she replied. "Whose
turn is it? (to choose the plot)", I asked. "Mine", she said gleefully. "You've
got something planned", I said. "What's the matter, lost your bottle?", she said
scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I'd forced her to take
most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt, she reckoned it had hurt her
(anyone would think I'd left the top on) and she said she was going to get even.
"Well?", she asked. "Ok then", I said, "What's it to be?". "First you've got to
promise not to go back on your word", she said. "I promise now put me out of my
misery", I replied, wishing immediately that I hadn't said that last bit. "Well
first I want you undressed", she said. "Where?", I asked. "Here", she said, "in
the living room, by the fire". Well that sounded fair enough so I stripped off.
"What now?", I enquired. "Now", she said wickedly, "I want to tie your hands
behind your back and your feet together". "What for?", I asked. "Do you want to
play this game or not", she snapped.
"Alright, alright", I said, "tie away". From the bureau she produced two lengths
of thick orange nylon rope. 'She's been cutting up my tow rope' I thought as she
came over and tied my hands and feet firmly. Then she left the room for a few
minutes and as I laid there completely helpless I wondered what I had let myself
in for. Presently the door opened and she entered wearing only a pair of long
leather boots and a studded leather belt round her waist. Then I noticed she was
carrying that beer bottle and a glass. "Like a drink?", she said pouring a
little into the glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!. "If thats what I think it is, no
thanks", I replied. "Well we'll have to see whether you're a good boy, wont
we?", she said putting the bottle and glass on the coffee table. She came over
to me and sat on my stomach facing my feet.
"Call that a prick?", she said flicking it with her fingers.
"Give me a chance", I said, "I havent had a chance to get worked up yet". "I've
seen bigger matchsticks", she continued, waggling it from side to side (Great
sense of humour my wife, anyone who didn't know me intimately would think I only
had a small one).
Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried out. "If your
prick isn't hard by the time I count to ten I'll squeeze them even harder", she
said in a harsh voice. As she counted I closed my eyes and thought of Kim Wilde,
she was naked and just about to close her mouth around my cock. "5...6...7,
thats better", Carole said, "signs of life at last, but you'll have to do better
than that". Now Samantha Fox had joined Kim and was just about squat over my
face. "9...10", she continued, "well, its not as hard as I would have liked, but
it'll do".
Carole then reached under the sofa cushion and pulled out a roll of thread,
which she proceeded to wind round my cock 5 or 6 times, leaving about 14 inches
hanging loose (the thread I mean, not my cock). Turning to face me she said
"Right, you snivelling little wanker, this is where I start to REALLY enjoy
myself". Her face had lost all trace of humour and she looked angry and hard.
Kneeling directly above my ...
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