The Sawhorse

Sawhorse –

       I awoke this morning like any other day.  Little did I know what was in store for me.  I made breakfast and helped Christie get the kids ready.  When I got out of the shower I was brushing my teeth when my sexy wife came up behind me and removed my towel.  Her gentle hands traveled to my backside, feeling me up and quickly I responded, my long shaft started to get hard.  I couldn’t help myself and felt my rear sway in time to her gentle touch.

       “Ooh, shake it for me baby,” purred Christie into my ear.  Still rubbing my rear end, she pulled herself closer; bringing her soft body against mine.  Her hand went around to my front to feel what effect she was having on me.  Quickly she found what she was looking for, and I felt her warm hand enclose my manhood.

       Feeling her hand close across my prick, I leaned further over the sink pushing my rear against her midsection.  I could feel her press up against me and I began to move my hips, thrusting back against her.  Our thrusts began to move in earnest and I easily imagined that my hot sweetie was getting wet. She was sighing as she thrust against my tight backside.

       With a loud “smack” she spanked my rear and pulled away.  “I’d love to continue this, but I got to get the kids to school, dear.  Do you have to go to work right away?” she asked with a playful smile.

       Turning around, I replied, “No, I have to fly tonight.  I don’t have to go in until noon”

       

       “Oooh, goody.  I have an idea.”

       I always have to watch out when she has an idea with that look in her eye.  My crafty wife can think of some amazing things, but usually in the end it works out well for both of us.  “What is it?” is inquired.

       “Let me get the kids to school first.  However, get a bunch of your belts, stay naked and meet me in the living room”

       Not knowing what she had in mind, I quickly finished up brushing my teeth, went into the closet and got a bunch of the belts hanging on the wall.  I tiptoed into the living room and sat on the couch.  After a minute, I heard the door open and Christie returned carrying my sawhorse from the garage.  I was perplexed as she set it in the middle of the living room and patted it lightly.

       “Lean across this honey,” she purred.

       Not knowing what was in store for me; I went over to her and lay across the sawhorse with my stomach across the middle.  My legs and arms hung down on either side.  My head was down and my butt was up.  Christie quickly got to work with the belts and secured my wrists to the legs of the sawhorse.  Then she went behind me and tied off my ankles as well.  Stepping back to admire her work, she wasn’t satisfied and proceeded to secure me even tighter with belts across my forearms and thighs. 

       Satisfied that I was not going to be going anywhere, she gave my rear a spank.  “There we go, that should keep you where I want you while I’m gone.  Don’t go anywhere now, I’ll be back soon sweetie,” She said leaving the room.

       I called out to her as she left, but to no avail.  That infernal woman just left me like that, tied helplessly in the middle of the living room bent over the sawhorse.

       I heard the van leave the house and saw it go into the street.  Damn, if I could see it go into the street that meant someone in the street could see me.  I sure hoped nobody was walking around the neighborhood.  They would sure get an eyeful if they happened to look into our window.  Worse would be if someone came to our back door.  They would get a perfect view of my backdoor looking up at them…

       Time went by.  At first it wasn’t bad and I amused myself with thoughts of what interesting things my sensual honey had planned.  I imagined her scheming away as she took the kids to school. Right now she probably was getting hotter and wetter every moment.  I sure hoped that Tori didn’t call her for coffee; I’d be stuck here for a lot longer then.

       With belts across my forearms and wrists, I wasn’t able to move more than an inch in any direction.  My scheming sexy wife had done a great job of rendering me completely helpless. As I was straining against those belts trying to put blood into my limbs, I heard the garage door open. As luck would have it, Christie made record time getting back home.  She must have been more anxious than I thought.

       I figured she’d come right in, but she took her sweet time.  “What the heck is she doing?” I wondered for the umpteenth time.

       Finally I heard the door open and she returned.  I couldn’t see her as she had left me facing the front of the room.  At least I hoped it was her.

       “Welcome home, dear,” I said in a plaintive voice.  “Feel like releasing me now?”

       “Oh, I don’t think so,” She replied in a singsong voice.  “I think the party has just started.  While driving, I realized that I missed how you used to twitch so nicely long ago when we used the bed frame.  I thought I’d see if I could get you to wiggle like that for me again.”

       With that I felt something rub against my backside.  I didn’t know what it was at first but Christie moved it back and forth over both cheeks.  “What’s that dear?” I asked.

       Not saying anything, she moved around the sawhorse and showed me.  It was the riding crop from the attic.  “Damn,” I muttered.

       Christie smiled at me with a wicked grin, “It seems a bit dry, stick your tongue out dear and I need to soften this a bit.”

       I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.  She put the top of the riding crop across my tongue getting it nice and wet on both sides.  Then she moved back around me to where I couldn’t see her anymore.  I tensed up but nothing happened.  Finally I began to relax a bit.  That’s when I felt a sharp smack as Christie brought the crop down across my sensitive ass.  “Ouch!” I cried out as my body involuntarily lurched.

       “Oooh, perfect.  That’s what I’ve been missing!” she said and brought the crop back down on my other cheek.  Her joy was evident by her vigorous use of the riding crop and her cries of delight as I pulled helplessly against the belts holding me helpless to the sawhorse.

       She kept that up for some time and I could feel my rear getting red.  She never hit the same spot twice and was really enjoying herself.  I tried to stay still, but with every smack my body betrayed me and pulled against my belts.

       She started off lightly, just enough to make my body twitch.  Soon however as my excitement grew, so did the strength of her swats.  Soon she was really spanking my ass hard.  My nerves were on fire, pulsing throughout my body.  Her swats getting me more and more tuned on.  I could feel my hard shaft throbbing to the pulsing of my excitement.

       Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she let up.  Coming back around the sawhorse, she said, “Open your mouth dear, hold onto this while I get a drink.”

       I did as commanded and she put the riding crop in my mouth.  She left the room to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water.

       “Whew, this is hard work you know, you have it easy dear,” she said taking a drink and leaning across my trembling body. Her free hand rubbed my rear which must have been quite red by now.  “All you have to do is lie there while I do all the work.  You really should thank me, you know.”

       “Mmmm, mmmmm” was all I could get out with my mouth holding onto the crop.

       She then put her glass on top of my backside and said, “Now I have to go get changed, my pet.  Don’t spill my drink or drop my crop or I’ll be very cross with you and then I’ll have to really teach you a lesson.”

       With that she sauntered out of the room into the bedroom.  My limbs were sore and my backside was tingling from the spanking it had just received.  I longed to shift position, but I could feel her glass resting on me like I was her new coffee table.  It seemed I had been reduced to nothing more than a piece of furniture for her use.  After several minutes, like an angel rising, my sweetie returned.  She had taken her clothes off and put on her black lingerie.  She was wearing her garter, pushup bra, and black stockings with high heels.  She was truly a vision of loveliness.

       After getting an eyeful, she turned and came back to me putting her face next to mine.  I could smell her scent and it made me dizzy.  “Getting you to twitch has gotten me quite worked up dear,” she whispered into my ear with a husky voice that would give Cathleen Turner a run for her money.  “Seeing you in such a vulnerable position, bent in half like that, I considered putting on my strap-on to give you a good pounding, I know it would be a lot of fun, giving it to you good.  Then I realized I’d still be doing all the work, and that just isn’t quite fair.  So instead, it’s time for you to do something to make me twitch.”

       With this she untied my arms and hands from the legs of the sawhorse.  I couldn’t move them as the blood was slowly returning.  She took advantage of this to put them behind my back and tie them in place with one of the belts.  Then she also tied them off at the elbows as well making my chest stick out as my shoulder blades were brought together.

       Taking the belts off my thighs and ankles she pulled on my hair, “up dear, time to move you,” she commanded.  I slowly stood erect.  My baby came over to me, pressed herself against me and kissed me hard.  I did my best to kiss her back, lost in the sensual feeling of her sexy body pressed up against mine. 

My mind was lost in her kiss, but she had other plans besides prolonging my enjoyment.  She tied some cord around the base of my dick which was still very erect, seeing her all made up.  She made sure to loop it over my swollen balls as well.  Then she took the other end as a leash and gave me a small tug.  I felt completely at her mercy as she took me for a walk around the house.  I really hoped nobody was out in the street as she led me by the balls by the front windows.  I couldn’t take my eyes off her sexy rear and watched her black-clad legs sauntering around the house. 

I think she really enjoyed leading me around the house by my privates, and she sure took her sweet time.  She liked to have me stop for a moment, only to give a tug on my “leash” to get me moving again.

My lovely wife finally led me to the bedroom and stopped me there.  “Oh, poor baby, are you tired from your walk,” she said as her warm hand reached out to grip my long hard prick.  I sighed involuntarily and closed my eyes, lost in the incredible feeling of her stroking me slowly. “Based on the ridges on Jake, you couldn’t have minded it too much…”

I was unable to reach her, my hands trapped behind my back, totally at her mercy. My hips began to move in time with her hand and I began to moan.  Christie quickly stopped, saying, “Oh no dear.  You can’t cum until you make me cum first.  This morning your body is mine to use as I see fit.  I plan on having you make me feel real good before this is over.”

She had me kneel down first, and then she lowered me to the floor on my stomach.  The belts made a return visit as she first put one around my ankles, then one around my thighs.  Bending my feet backward into the air, she put one last belt back through the one around my ankles, and then pulled my wrists back.  I was forced to arch my back as she had me hogtied good and tight in the middle of the room.

I quickly realized what was expected of me when she sat down in front of me and spread her smooth legs.  “Time to use that magic tongue of yours, dear.  Don’t expect me to untie you until you’ve earned your parole,” she said with a wicked smile.

So, unable to resist, I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go and put it on her sensitive clit.  It was difficult with me hogtied, but I did my best.  Christie realized my predicament and helped out by guiding my head with her hands to place my tongue where she wanted it most.

I was stuck in that position for quite a long time, working my tongue off deep in Christie’s sweet pussy.  Obviously putting me through my paces earlier had gotten her excited, because quickly she was moaning and thrashing all over the floor. Her orgasm swept over her like a thunderstorm, crashing again and again.  Her cries echoed throughout the house.

Normally I can keep her in place with my strong arms around her.  However, with me being in a hard hogtie, and her bucking like a bronco from a powerful orgasm, she quickly threw me off her.

She lay quivering on the floor for several minutes before her orgasm passed.  If I thought there was any chance of her letting me go, she quickly put that idea to rest.  She did untie my wrists from my ankles which allowed me to relax my aching back at least, but that was as far as she’d go.  Smiling, standing up, she used to foot to turn me over like a piece of meat on a spit.  I lay on my back looking up at my lovely wife, glowing over me.  Like the sun rising in the morning, her radiance rose over my helpless body.

She put one leg on either side of me and slowly lowered that delicious body down onto me.  Taking my swollen member in her soft hands, she guided it toward her sopping wet pussy.  I could see my swollen head enter into the soft recesses of her innermost being.  I gasped as her tight box swallowed me up whole.

She treated my body as a pogo stick for her own enjoyment.  I marveled at how she rode me like a cowgirl riding a bronco.  Faster and faster she bounced on my pole, her cries mingling with mine as we rode towards orgasm together.  I could feel my fluid building up in side me aching for release, but I held on as long as I could.  Normally beautiful, Christie was radiant with her impending orgasm.

“Cum with me baby, I’m exploding!” she yelled and thrashed away.  Not able to hold on a second longer I felt my orgasm hit me in a terrific explosion.  My prick grew three sizes inside her as I felt my juices shoot up into her trembling body.  Our cries echoed across the house as she collapsed on top of my sweat covered body.

My orgasm was overpowering, but I couldn’t do anything but thrash on the floor like a fish on a line.  I could feel my sperm pulsing through my aching member, shooting up into my wife as her hungry pussy sucked every last drop from me.  Finally her orgasm was through as well and she fell off me onto the floor, rolling over on her side facing me.

Spent, I murmured, “Wow, dear.” I sighed with contentment.  “That was one of the best orgasms ever.”

“I know, we’ll have to keep today’s little experiment in our bag of trips.”

She leaned over to me and kissed me on the cheek softly.  She climbed to her feet, smiling from ear-to-ear, and headed towards the bathroom.

I weakly called after her, “Hey dear, did you forget something… Like untying me”

“No baby,” She called out over her shoulder as she strutted away from me, “You said you didn’t have to be into work for a few hours yet.  I figure after you regain your strength, I can put that fine body of yours to good use again.  Now where did I put those handcuffs?”

The end