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Subject: STORY: Caught In the Act
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Note: This is an earlier story, but some notes and questions regarding
my last post "Teen's Turn" prompted me to go dig this one back up .....
Comments (or flames) and ideas, always graciously accepted. 


Caught In the Act
-----------------
 
My husband and I liked to play games, or act out various scenarios as
part of our sexual relationship. I long ago discovered that I have a
"thrill" need within me. I love the danger aspect or the chance of being
caught while in a helpless position and being "used" for pleasure. One
particular event that comes to mind was the time I was caught by my
stepson.
 
I am 35 years old, and at 5' 4" tall, with a 36-27-34 figure, am still
quite good looking. I exercise to stay healthy and firm. My husband is
43, still in good shape, and very athletic. He married early out of
school, and had a son soon there after. We met years later, after he and
his wife had divorced. He had joint custody, so the son stayed with us
during holidays, and all summer. I found these times somewhat trying as
Paul, his son, and I didn't get along all that well. It's not that we
disliked each other, but Paul never got to the point of thinking of me
like mother, or friend. I was always just "Dad's" new wife. I am sure he
wanted his original mom and dad back together. 

Anyway, it was my husband's birthday so I wanted to give him a special
time. I told him to hurry home from work, as a present would be waiting
for him. He rightly understood that I would be his "present" when he
arrived; packaged especially for him. 
 
That afternoon I took a long bath, and shaved, to be smooth for him.
Then I dressed myself for the night's adventure. I put on a lavender
negligee. It was ballet length, with a lace pattern over the torso area
and sheer from the waist down. I could be readily seen through all parts
of it. I also put on a matching garter belt and stockings to complete
the outfit. After I dressed, I went down to the basement where we had an
area set up for our sexual adventures. Crossing the basement floor I
went to an old army style bed. It had a steel frame and springs, with a
bare mattress on top. On the mattress were four pairs of handcuffs, a
ball type gag , and a blindfold. A small note was beside these items. I
picked it up and read "A little extra thrill for you too. I have the
keys to the cuffs, so there will be no escape". The note was signed by
my husband. Normally I would have keys close enough to reach, so I could
get loose in an emergency before he came home. But knowing the charge I
get from taking chances, my husband reasoned it would make an added
stimulant. He was right. As I read the note, I could feel the tingle of
excitement, as a little shiver went through me.    
 
I attached each of the pairs of handcuffs to one corner of the bed
frame. Then I sat on the bed, feet to one end. As I placed the ball gag
in my mouth, I thought I heard something, so I visually scanned the
basement to ensure I was alone. With the gag secured I bent down and
picked one side of a handcuff at the foot of the bed. I checked to make
sure it was secure on the bed frame, then slid the other end around my
ankle. I hesitated for a second, knowing that once I did this I was
stuck, as my husband had all the keys. Taking a deep breath I locked it
in place around my ankle. The quickly did the same for my other side.
Now my legs were secured, spread out to each side at the foot of the
bed. Then I covered my eyes with the blindfold, tying it securely. I
laid down on the bed, my heart was pumping quicker and I felt a small
rush of energy. Reaching above me to the head of the bed I clipped a
handcuff to one wrist, leaving only one hand free. I felt my nipples
harden as a slight draft blew across them. Slowly I reached down and
caressed each one, they were excited and tingled at my touch. I wanted
to masturbate myself and started my hand down towards my now moistening
vaginal area, but decided against it. This was after all supposed to be
my husband's night. I quickly reached up and put my last free hand
through the remaining handcuff and snapped it shut to avoid further
temptation. I was now ready for my husband. Completely helpless, I
settled in to await his return.
 
As was his custom, he let me wait, not coming home on time. In the
position I was, every little sound would super sensitize me. Each
occurrence sending me to a higher of fear and arousal. Finally, after a
long wait, I heard the back door open, and then slam shut. Footsteps
went across the kitchen, and I heard the refrigerator open and close. My
heart started thumping faster. Presently, I heard the steps retrace
their journey back across the floor to the basement door. It opened and
the footsteps came clomping down the stairs. My heart was now doing the
fox-trot in my chest. I could feel the presence as the footsteps came
closer and stopped right beside the bed where I lay bound. Between my
legs I could feel the dampness as I became more and more excited.
 
I had assumed that these were the steps of my husband. But when I heard
the voice say "Well, look what we have here", I almost fainted from
fright. It was Paul's voice, not that of my husband. As I lay there
trembling, he reached down and picked up the note about the handcuff
keys. "Well it looks like Dad and wifey-babe are into the Kinky stuff".
I was in shock, caught secured to a bed, unable to move, in front of my
stepson. He looked at me for a moment, then reached down and pulled the
blindfold off of me. As I was able to focus my eyes, I could see him
standing over me, with a sort of devious smirk across his lips. "Gee" he
said, "I feel left out. Everyone is getting their jollies here but me
!!" He knelt down and ran a hand up my leg and across my stomach,
causing me to shudder involuntary. Then he whispered in my ear "Maybe I
will get mine too." My eyes opened wide as I gave him a pleading look". 
 
He removed his clothing except for a pair of bikini briefs. He was tall,
lean, and very muscular. Inside the briefs, I could see his penis start
to thicken, making a round wad between his legs. Pulling off the ball
gag he said "I'm going to do what I want with you, and you are going to
let me. Otherwise, I am going to go tell my mother about your antics and
make it rough for you." I nodded to him to show my cooperation. I didn't
want any trouble from her, and besides since I really was helpless,
handcuffed to the bed; I couldn't do anything to stop him anyway. He
maneuvered on the bed so he was straddling my head, then lowering
himself towards me he grunted out "kiss me right between the legs, like
you mean it". I lifted my head as far as I could and kissed the end of
his cock through the now straining material of the bikini briefs. It
swelled even further and he quickly shed this last covering. When his
penis popped free, I could see its full girth. The member was a full 10
inches long, and big around as a good size banana. Lowering it down he
ordered me "Suck it ! Suck it good." Then he shoved the head in between
my lips. I quickly started to tease it with my tongue, running it around
the head, and tickling around the sensitive skin at the base of the
head. This extolled a moaning sound from him, and he shoved his full
length down my throat. I almost choked, but managed to take him all in.
Slowly I started sucking on the full shaft running my lips and tongue
along its veiny exterior.
 
He reached down and fingered my vaginal area, teasing my vaginal lips
and the clitoral area. The electric sensations made me convulse in and
upward jerking motion. Had his penis not been attached, I probably would
have swallowed it whole. He stuck two fingers up inside me and started
to massage my vaginal walls. My juices flowed hot and heavy as I became
very aroused.
 
He pulled his penis out of my mouth, then turning around, presented his
two fingers covered with my fluids to me. Pushing them inside my mouth
he made me taste myself, and lick him clean. In a husky voice he
questioned me. "Are you using any birth control ?" I replied no to him,
and mentioned there were condoms on the table next to us. "No, you don't
understand." he sneered "I wasn't going to let you use any, silly
babe".  As the words sank in, I started to protest, but he shoved the
ball gag back in my mouth and secured it tight. He crawled around on top
of me. Looking straight into my frightened eyes he murmured "Maybe I can
leave you a little present too." He lowered himself down between my
legs, then with the tip of his penis he slid up and down between my
vaginal lips. The sensations drove me wild and I started leaking my
juices everywhere. After a while of this teasing, he stopped with the
head of his penis at my opening. Bending down he kissed my neck, and bit
at my nipples. At the same time he entered me, filling my open void and
stretching my vaginal walls to the maximum. 
 
As he joined us I moaned, deep and guttural, like and animal in the wild
being impaled by her mate. This was adventure sex at its best. I was
locked to the bed, unprotected, and at the mercy of my stepson who was
taking every advantage of my helpless state. He pumped into me like a
jack hammer. Thrusting and pumping at a maddening pace. All I could do
was lay there and accept what was happening. He bounced me against the
bed springs for what seemed like forever, all the while my own
sensations building to a fever peak. I lost all conscious thought,
unable to focus on anything other than the carnal urges overpowering me.
Then the orgasm came, building up inside me like a volcano, steam and
pressure to the point uncontrolled release. I exploded into great
shuddering waves, convulsive fits that I was unable to control. My moans
and screams through the ball gag filled the basement, followed quickly
by those of my stepson as his orgasm erupted inside me, filling me to
the brim with great gushing spurts of his hot, sticky, sperm.
 
After regaining his composure Paul got up and dressed himself. Then
walking across the basement to where he had placed a video recorder
without me knowing it. He pulled out the cassette and walked back over
to where I lay. "You will be a star someday babe." I gave him a
withering look. Then he wrote a note. "Dad, great present you have
there. I kind of unwrapped it early and test drove it. But I taped it
for your enjoyment. Happy Birthday, Paul" He placed the note and the
video cassette on my chest. Then after re-blindfolding me, he gave me a
quick kiss on the cheek and left me there for his father to find.

