Making Amends
by Headhunter


"How far is Sally going to take this", Bill thought to himself as he 
watched the TV in his bedroom. He pulled again at the handcuffs and 
leg restraints that kept him spread-eagled on his bed.

The door to the room was open just a crack to accommodate the cable 
from the family video camera. Obviously the camera was in the living 
room and the cable ran from there, down the hall, in the door, and 
into the back of the TV in the Master bedroom. The camera was high 
and looked down, showing almost the entire living room. Bill figured 
it must be on the top of the bookshelves that he had built for his 
wife shortly after they were married ten years ago.

He was a good husband and father. He worked hard, treated his wife 
and son with love and respect. How had he ended up in this situation? 
On the TV he could see Sally sitting on the couch drinking what 
looked like a glass of wine. She was wearing the beautiful white 
nightgown that he had bought her last Christmas. He knew that under 
it she wore a lacy white bra and French cut panty set. She had looked 
so wonderful in it last year. She had put it on for him after the 
guests left and after their son had gone to bed. After the exciting 
day of presents, friends and more than a little spiked eggnog Bill 
recalled the evening as one of the couples most romantic. Sure after 
ten years of marriage their sex life had settled into the 
predictable, but there was true love between them, they were 
committed for life. To what Bill always thought was a wonderful 
family life.

If only he hadn't made that one stupid mistake while at a convention 
with his co-workers. If only he hadn't felt so guilty that he 
confessed to his wife. But it was too late now. According to Sally it 
was time to make amends so that they could continue their life 
together without guilt and with forgiveness.

It had been just last month when Bill confessed that he had gotten 
drunk at the convention. One of the five men from his company at the 
convention had ordered a stripper as a joke. Before the night was 
over the alcohol dazed brain of Bill, while being egged on and called 
a wimp by his co-workers, had been the last man to have his cock 
sucked by the stripper/hooker. He had tried to avoid it, he loved his 
wife. But the alcohol and the macho ribbing finally got the better of 
him. The funny thing about it was that Bill didn't even cum. The 
alcohol and the guilt prevented him from loosing his load into the 
painted mouth of the whore. She simply mouthed his hard, condom 
covered member for a few minutes (thank God he had gotten a hard-on 
or his co-workers would have never let him live it down.) Bill could 
only barely remember standing in the center of the hotel room, the 
last man in a line, with his cock hanging out of his unzipped pants. 
A middle-aged, silicone titted, bleached blond e knelt in the center 
of the floor in a sequined g-string. She wasn't very attractive in 
the face but her body was good. She demanded $20 from each of the 5 
drunken men before she went to work. Bill didn't even have the $20 in 
his wallet, so his boss Jim, gave the stripper/hooker the $20 for 
him.

After a few minutes of mouthing Bill's cock, the hooker said, "this 
guy ain't gonna get off. I gave him 20 bucks worth of blow job." She 
stood up and put on her costume. Clutching the money for stripping 
and the extra $100 for the blow jobs she grabbed her tape player and 
left the room, on her way to her next job. The five business men 
continued to laugh and drink the night away, only Bill sat quietly in 
a drunken stupor, guilty about "cheating" on his wife.

When he got home from the convention Bill acted very strange. Sally 
couldn't help but notice. After a few days of Bill being quiet and 
sullen Sally asked him what was bothering him. Foolishly Bill spilled 
his guts. He told his wife and life mate the whole story about his 
co-workers, the stripper/hooker, about everything. Sally was hurt. 
She cried and ran to their bedroom locking the door. It was her turn 
to be quiet and sullen. Finally, after a few days of the "silent 
treatment", Bill and Sally sat down for a long "heart-to-heart" talk.

SALLY CRIED. "She had never been with any man but Bill, ever. She 
didn't want to be with anyone else. Didn't he find her attractive 
anymore? Didn't he love her?"

BILL GROVELED. "She was the only woman he loved and he always would." 
He truly meant it. "It had been a stupid mistake, caused by alcohol 
and peer pressure. He was sorry, he would do anything to have her 
forgive him. He never wanted to loose her or their son."

She forgave him, but said that it would take her some time to get 
over the fact that he had betrayed her and broken his marriage vows. 
Bill took her out for a wonderful romantic dinner. That night they 
made love and it was good. But what Bill didn't know was that a knot 
of jealously and hurt was still in Sally's heart. A knot that would 
grow day-by-day until tonight.



That morning, a month after Bill thought he had been forgiven by his 
wife, Bill awoke to find himself bound to his bed. Despite his plea's 
she wouldn't let him up. All day he laid their begging her to let him 
go. She never responded except to say that this was the only way she 
could get past his infidelity. Sally took their son to a playmate's 
home to spend the weekend. She cleaned the house and generally did 
her usual Saturday chores. During the day she entered and exited the 
bedroom doing chores. Ignoring Bill's pleas for release, she at least 
did slip a bedpan under Bill when he complained that he needed to use 
the bathroom. She knew if Bill got loose from the sturdy four poster 
bed that had been her grandmothers, she wouldn't be able to get him 
restrained again.

Bill begged and cried for forgiveness, but to no avail. Sally knew 
that he would be begging more later that night. At about 5 o'clock 
Sally rigged up the TV and video camera. This really puzzled Bill, 
but Sally just said she didn't want him to be lonely while she was 
out of the room.

After rigging the camera Sally got some things from her makeup table 
and their closet. Then without saying a word she walked to the door. 
At the door she looked back and gave Bill a hard look, which turned 
to a look of almost pity, finally a small smile formed on her 
beautiful mouth. She pushed the bedroom door closed as she left. The 
video cable keeping it open a crack. She wouldn't be back to her 
bedroom and her helpless husband until after midnight, although a 
couple of other people would be dropping by as the night progressed. 
After a while Bill heard the shower in the guest bathroom running.

Bill gave up struggling, as he watched Sally pour herself another 
glass of wine. She looked absolutely stunning. Her soft brown hair 
framed her face and even on the TV Bill could tell she was heavily 
made up. She only weighed a few pounds more than when they had gotten 
married. But if anything the extra weight made her more sexy. Her 
hips and buttocks were round and fleshy and her breasts had grown 
from a B cup to a C cup.

Sally didn't drink much and Bill knew two or three glasses would give 
her a pleasant buzz. Plus wine usually put her in a romantic mood. 
Bill assumed that Sally was almost done punishing him and after a 
while she would come back to the bedroom and they would pledge their 
love to each other and make beautiful love as a happily married 
couple. Bill had to admit Sally had made her point. This had been one 
very uncomfortable day for him. He hated feeling helpless.

Bill was shocked when he heard the doorbell ring. He could hear the 
sound both over the TV and through the slightly cracked door. He 
struggled in panic. What if it were a robber and he was stuck here 
helpless? He had to protect his wife and home. He struggled mightily 
but was unable to get loose. He only managed to have the hard metal 
of the handcuffs dig into his wrists and tear the skin. A small 
amount of blood trickled down his forearm. Bill stopped struggling 
and screamed for Sally to come let him loose.

Sally gulped down the last of her third glass of wine. She seemed to 
float in her white gown out of the picture towards the front door. 
Bill continued to scream to be let loose.

The helpless husband relaxed when he saw Sally reenter the picture, 
followed by Jim, his boss. Bill stopped screaming and was relieved 
that it hadn't been a stranger or robber at the door. Bill realized 
that he could hear the conversation between Sally and Jim over the 
TV.

"Is that Bill I heard screaming?" asked Jim. "Don't worry about him 
Jim," Sally cooed at Jim, "I have him locked in the bedroom. I have 
been punishing him for being a bad boy with at the convention last 
month."

Jim looked serious, "punishing him? Don't give my wife any ideas 
Sally she won't punish me she will divorce me and take me to the 
cleaners on a settlement. I'm mad at Bill now, he wasn't supposed to 
say anything. Shit all of the guys at the convention are married. 
That idiot Bill, what was he thinking, telling you?"

"Don't worry Jim, I won't say anything to any of the other wives, but 
I want you to promise that you won't send my husband on any more 
conventions and you must tell me exactly what went on that night."

"OK Sally, if you won't tell my wife, I promise no more conventions 
for Bill. And I'll tell you everything. It wasn't that bad really!"

"I'll be the judge of that," snapped back Sally.

In the bedroom Bill thought to himself, "So that is what this is 
about. Sally is just going to make sure that nothing like what 
happened last month will happen again." He smiled to himself 
realizing how much his wife loved him.

Sally steered Jim to the couch and poured him a drink. "Now tell me 
all about what went on at the convention Jim."

"Boy you look beautiful Sally, I always thought Bill had the best 
looking wife. Ok, I'll tell you... .."

The doorbell rang again. "Wait right there Jim," said Sally and she 
left the room only to return with the other 3 co-workers of her 
husband's who had been at the convention.

Jim was startled by the new arrivals, but Sally explained that she 
wanted to be sure that Jim told the truth. She wanted the men to 
corroborate each others stories. She wanted to know exactly what went 
on, so she could forgive her husband. Her husband who was being 
punished in the bedroom. The three men, once Sally pledged not to 
tell their wives, relaxed and fixed themselves drinks from Bill's 
liquor cabinet. They even joked about poor Bill being stupid enough 
to tell his wife. One of the men thoughtfully poured Sally another 
glass of wine.

"OK Jim tell me exactly what happened. My husband Bill didn't go into 
precise detail, I want a specific description of the events, 
beginning when the woman entered the suite. I'll be asking the rest 
of you to let me know if Jim is telling the truth. If I think any of 
you are lying, I'll tell your wives about the convention.

The men murmured their agreement. Jim began telling the story.

"As a reward for the guy's hard work, I called a strip-o-gram company 
and asked for a dancer to entertain the men. When she arrived we all 
were more than a little drunk. She came in and after I paid her $100 
for a strip tease she turned on her radio and began stripping... ... 
"

Sally stopped him, "Wait a minute Jim, I want more detail. What was 
she wearing? What kind of music?"

"Well it was a slow song and she had on a coat over a sequined bra 
and panties,"replied Jim. The other men nodded in agreement.

Sally exasperated, demanded, "where was she? At the door in the 
middle of the room? Where you guys sitting or standing, What?"

The men all tried to answer at once. Sally finally said, "This isn't 
going to work, look, lets act this out. You guys pretend that you are 
in the room and I'll pretend to be the stripper."

Up in the bedroom Bill was becoming concerned.

In the living room you could hear a pin-drop.

Sally moved to the stereo and a slow rock ballad came on. The men 
quickly shifted to the relative positions they had been in on the 
fateful night. Jim explained the the couch was where the bed had been 
and that Bill would have been sitting in the chair in front of the 
bookshelves. He pointed to the space between the men and said that 
was where the stripper had danced.

Sally took that position and began swaying to the sensual music. The 
four men glanced at each other, but didn't say a word.

Jim finally said, "Yeah it was just like this, first the stripper 
took off her long coat."

"Like this?" asked the swaying Sally. She untied the string of her 
gown and unbuttoned it all the way down. She paused for a moment and 
looked at each man in his eyes. She let the white silk slide to the 
floor. She began to sway once again to the music. The four men sat 
still in disbelief. Sally was beautiful in bra and panties. She had a 
great body and her smooth skin was flawless.

Bill began pulling at his bonds again, but only managed to cut 
himself some more. The pain soon caused him to stop.

"You boys aren't saying much. What happened next?"

"Well she danced for a while, then she took off her top and tossed it 
over there to Frank," exclaimed Jim. The other men said, "yeah, 
yeah."

"What were you all doing during this time?" asked Sally.

Frank chimed in, "we were chanting, take it off, take it off!?"

"OK, you guys act just like you did, and Jim you direct me," said 
Sally.

Sally began swaying to the music once again, the three men began 
chanting, "Take it off, take it off," cautiously at first then with 
confidence.

In the bed room Bill pleaded at the TV screen, "Please stop Sally, I 
love you please stop, I'm so sorry, Please don't... " Tears welled up 
in his eyes.

Jim began, "she placed one arm across her chest, then she reached 
back with the other and unhooked her top. Once it was unhooked she 
held the cups in place with her hands and teased us by flashing one 
tit, um.. I'm sorry Sally, one breast at a time."

"That's OK Jim I want to know just how you and Bill treated this 
woman. Use the words you would use with her. I won't be offended I 
want an accurate recreation."

"She flashed her tits one at a time then tossed the bra to Frank, 
like I said."

Sally swayed and did as Jim described. She went around the room 
flashing one tit at a time. Finally she stopped, facing the bookcase 
and the camera she threw her bra to Frank. She stood proud in her 
white satin panties, shoulders back and erect nipples thrust forward 
and stared at the camera. Her womanly breasts were fully exposed to 
the four men in the room and the one restrained in the bedroom.

A huge roar of anger and pain could be heard in the living room, from 
the back of the house. Everyone froze for a second. Then Sally said, 
"don't worry about that noise, It's just Bill, he is mad because he 
wants to be here with his buddies who like to watch strippers and 
have extra-marital sex. Go on Jim what happen next?"

This began a narrative by Jim. Whatever he said, Sally would do! She 
turned up the stereo to drown out the roars of pain from the back of 
the house.

"Step between each man's legs and shake your .. er.. tits in his 
face.

Stand between each of our legs and grind your ass into the lap of 
each man.

Spread you legs and bend over in the middle of the room.

Take a tit in each hand and lick your nipples."

Every instruction was followed by Sally and each of the men had hard-
on's from watching their friend's wife put on the show.

Sally, pouring herself another glass of wine said, "This stuff is 
pretty lame, is that it? This is all a stripper does?"

"Well Sally I didn't want to tell you everything, I was embarrassed," 
said Jim, with a sly wink to the other three men.

"I told you I want to hear every detail," Sally said as she drank 
down the glass of wine and refilled it. "Tell me or I'll tell your 
wives."

"OK, OK don't do that, the guys will agree with what I say. Here's 
what happened next," said Jim. Jim figured that Sally was acting out 
some kind of revenge thing on Bill and he decided that he would enjoy 
it. He would find out just how far the pretty wife of his employee 
was willing to go. God knows she had a great face and body. In fact, 
she was a hell of a lot better looking than the stripper he had hired 
at the convention.

Jim knew that actually not much else had happened. The stripper asked 
if they wanted blowjobs for $20 each. They had lined up, gotten 
sucked off and that was it. Hell, Bill hadn't even had an orgasm. The 
stripper had never taken her g-string off, and hadn't let the men 
take off their clothes or touch her. She just had them hang their 
cocks out of their pants. It was almost clinical, not very sexy at 
all. The whole thing lasted about 15 minutes.

"You want to hear it all Sally, so here goes. Next the stripper 
slowly peeled down her panties... "

Jim caught the confused look on the other three men's faces. Finally 
they caught on and began softly to chant, "take it off, take it off!"

Bill heard what Jim said over his TV and began screaming, "No! NO!"

In the living room they could hear the shouts, but they couldn't make 
out Bill's frantic words.

Sally tossed back another big gulp of wine and once again began 
swaying to the music. She slowly ran her hands down her body and 
hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

"Yeah that it, just like that Sally, push them to the floor and step 
out of them, take it off, take it off... "

Once the panties were pushed below her hips the smooth material slid 
to her feet. Sally kicked the panties to one side separating her legs 
and showing off her pussy to the men.

"Now she danced around the room and like before shook her tits in our 
faces, but this time her legs were on the outside of ours rather than 
on the inside."

Immediately the four men pulled their knees together as they sat. The 
brief pain of confining their now full erections was a small price to 
pay to have their friend's beautiful wife spread her legs in their 
face. Particularly since she was completely nude.

Sally was a little unsure now. She hadn't thought it would go this 
far, but she was determined to hear the whole story, and punish her 
husband. The wine had gone to her head. She was flushed from the 
alcohol and the excitement of paying her husband back by standing 
naked in front of his friends. Bill would never look at another woman 
after this she was sure. Sally took another swallow of wine and moved 
up to Jim. He placed his hands on her knees and spreading her legs 
pulled her forward so she was only inches from him.

"Now the stripper shook her tits in our faces, all of us including 
Bill. In fact, he really seemed to like it, plus she humped her hips 
forward and back," said Jim working on Sally's jealously.

Sally could shake her tits and grind her hips but she couldn't do 
both at the same time. Her movements were uncoordinated but sexy as 
hell at the same time. To the men it was arousing, every man's dream-
-- a beautiful innocent woman trying to act slutty. Jim was getting 
quite an eyeful of Sally's sex. As she humped forward the sweet 
married pussy came into full view. Moist white labia that were smooth 
and tight winked at Jim from behind the brown pubic hair. The smell 
of her sex traveled the few inches to Jim's nose. Jim slowly and 
gently began spreading his knees forcing Sally's legs further apart. 
Her pussy lips separated slightly and the pink inner folds of her 
labia came into view. Jim could make out the small nub of Sally's 
clit. "God, this was one sexy woman," Jim thought.
