My wife’s high school reunion [M][F][bondage][public]

This happened probably 15 years ago.

I hate reunions. I didn’t attend my 10-year reunion, my 20-year reunion, my 25-year reunion, or the reunion of my college graduating class. I haven’t been to homecoming since I graduated college. My line of thought is that if we were close enough friends during the time, we’d still be in contact now … I have no desire to go into a room with people with whom I got along with marginally at best and re-live the “good old days” like it was an episode of a sitcom.

But here I was …at a reunion. My wife’s 20-year reunion.

I’m three years older than my wife, which created an issue in high school. As I looked around, I noted that everyone in the room would have been a freshman while I was a senior, which explained why I knew no one here except for the people who had been in the band (one of the few places where upper and lower classmen mingled). My wife, social butterfly that she is, had flitted off to re-introduce herself to someone. I stood off to the side nursing my third Crown on the rocks, listening to the DJ play music that was popular in the early 80’s and sincerely wishing I were somewhere … anywhere … else. I could think of a number of things I would have preferred to be doing. Several options leapt to mind. Having a wisdom tooth extracted, for example. Perhaps a vasectomy without anesthesia. Maybe an Oliver Stone movie marathon.

I sighed heavily and looked around the room. The reunion was being held in half of the ballroom of a local hotel. The ballroom was created so that it could be partitioned off into two halves to accommodate an event like this. The partition was up, and from all appearances looked as if it had been up for a while. Early on in the night they had needed some extra chairs and I had needed something to do, so I went to the other side of the partition to help bring the chairs out. It looked as if the partition hadn’t been down for a long, long time … chairs and tables were strewn across the other half of the ballroom, and the floor had a base coat of dust on it.

There was a long table at the back of the room displaying artifacts from the year they’d graduated. In front of the display were tables to be used for sitting and chatting. In front of the tables was an area that had been cleared for dancing, and finally at the front of the room sat the DJ. To the DJ’s right was the door in the partition that lead to the other half of the ballroom.

To the left of the door stood a woman. Alone, arms folded across her chest, holding an empty wine glass in her right hand.

She was wearing a [white strapless dress](https://i.imgur.com/gQ6b4Kp.jpg) that stopped just above the knee and strappy white 4-inch heels. Her long, straight blonde hair that was split by her bare shoulders, lying simultaneously across her breasts and between her should blades. She was a satisfied look on her face, her features warm, soft, and inviting.

I walked over to where she stood, and she smiled in my direction. “Having fun?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied over the music. “You?”

“Not so much, until just now.” She smiled again, coyly. “You look fantastic in that dress. It becomes you.”

She looked at the floor and smiled. “Thank you. I was afraid I looked like a wreck.”

“Not a chance. You obviously take care of yourself.”

She looked up, a quizzical expression on her face. “Really? What makes you so sure?”

I didn’t miss a beat. “Your feet.”

The quizzical expression grew. “Come again?”

“Your feet. Well pedicured, no calluses, soft to look at them. When people let themselves go, the feet are the first to suffer because keeping them in good shape takes work. You’re willing to put in the effort to keep them up, so you obviously take care of everything else.”

She gave me a long look and a wry smile. “That’s an interesting perspective.”

I took a sip of my drink. “Oh, I’m full of interesting perspectives.”

She unfolded her arms. “I’m quite sure you are.” Her empty wine glass began to head in my direction. “Tell you what. You go to the bar and fill this up with chardonnay, then meet me on the other side of that door beside the DJ and we’ll see if that particular interesting perspective of yours has any merit.”

* * * * * *

The light was muted on the other side of the door. She stood there waiting for me. I handed her the glass of wine while sitting my glass on a table next to the door. She smiled wickedly, turned, and began to walk toward an empty table.

The table was circular and looked to be able to seat about six around its circumference.

Perfect.

As I walked behind her, I slid the zipper of her dress down the curve of her back. The only thing holding it on had been the tension over her breasts … with that tension released the dress slid easily to the floor as she walked, leaving her nude except for her heels.

She was beautiful. A goddess in a storage room.

I couldn’t resist her any longer. I slid my arm around her waist and spun her toward me, pressing her mouth to mine. Our tongues danced and teased as my hands found her body, cupping her ass and pressing her firmly to me. My desire was matched by her own. Each urgently had to have the other.

She climbed up onto the table, heels clacking to the floor as her feet dangled over the edge, sitting tall as if she were the main course for the evening.

She, in point of fact, was the main course for the evening.

I reached into her clutch and pulled out the restraints I’d put there before we left home. I positioned her so that the edge of the table was right under her knees then restrained her ankles to the table legs underneath, simultaneously spreading her legs and arching her back ever so slightly. Next her hands were cuffed together. Lacing a piece of nearby twine between the bindings, I secured her hands to one of the rear table legs, stretching her arms over her head and arching her back further.

I can see her now, completely bound to the table, back arched, hard nipples pointing to the ceiling, totally helpless and exposed.

I walked over to her and tested the strength of my handiwork by placing my flingers on the more sensitive spots on her ribs and hips. The tickling came as a shock, and she fought it hard. The bindings held. Satisfied, I traced my fingertips from her nipples to her thigh as I made my way between her spread legs.

She had enough alcohol in her to be feisty. “You motherfucker! You know I hate to be tickled. When I get off this table your ass is mine you sonofoabit oooooooohhhhhgaaaaawwwwwd ……”

The obscenities stopped as my tongue found purchase on her swollen clit.

I alternated between suckling, tracing, and lapping. She tried as hard as she could to grind on my face, but the position she was in was frustrating her. My fingers played her like an instrument …from nipples across ribs to tummy, tracing circles around her navel, then down to her shaven pubic bone where all ten fingers skittered and danced.

She was close to orgasm after the first few minutes. I eased off, putting fingers to work in place of tongue. I teased her with two fingers … knocking on the door, but never quite stepping in. As I traced the outline of her inflamed clit with my finger, I watched her whole pussy constrict. She was on the edge of a knife. I had to be careful.

I stepped away, dragging my fingers back along her thigh and across her torso as I stepped behind her. Reaching forward, I teased her breasts as I whispered in her ear.

“Your pussy is pointing straight at the door. I wonder if someone might come through and see you like this …” I pulled her long nipples toward the ceiling and she moaned softly.

“… laid out …” A firm pinch on her nipples drew a loud moan.

I used her nipples to shake her tits, and she began to whimper and grind her hips, fucking the air.

I swirled my fingers from her nipples around the swell of her breasts. “There’s a puddle under your ass right now. Do you want me to give you a little relief?”

“God, yes!” She whispered hoarsely. “Oh god, make me cum! I can’t take it anymore … I can’t … I can’t …”

I made my way back to between her legs. The nipple play had had an effect … the spot of moisture on the table had nearly doubled in size.

Small kisses all over her bare mons, pointedly ignoring the large clit protruding from the middle of her pussy. Two fingers slid in easily and found her g-spot, massaging it in rapid circles and drawing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side as she fucked my hand. Beads of sweat freckled her breastbone. She was moaning and didn’t even realize it.

I waited for a lull in the music, then drew her clit into my mouth. She drew in a quick breath as she felt the pressure. I held my tongue back … I just wanted my mouth on her while my fingers played her from the inside. She was hanging on by a thread.

The music started back. REO Speedwagon. Kevin Cronin crooning how he was gonna keep on lovin’ his cheating girlfriend.

“Oh god! Oh god, please! Tongue … please tongue me …please tongue my cli UUUUUNNNNNGH …”

My tongue began to flitter across her clit. She arched her back hard as the first orgasm hit her.

She came over and over again, surging and relaxing, straining the bonds that held her. She came until the song was almost over, then collapsed back down on the table. She laid there, twitching, while I hit the releases on the restraints.

My time would come later. She had more socializing to do, and would be hard pressed to do it with marred makeup or cum dripping down her leg. I understood that, and I was okay with it. Sometimes, giving her a good tongue-lashing is all I need to be satisfied.

* * * * * *

We reappeared through the door, looking over at the assembled partiers. Most were a little to a lot intoxicated …they never noticed her missing.

The perfect crime.

She looked up at me, and we shared a smile as she smoothed out her dress. “Feet, huh?”

“Yep. If a woman takes the time to take care of her feet, you can bet she takes good care of herself everywhere else.”

“How do my feet look the best?”

I grinned. “Behind your ears.”

She slapped me playfully, then went off to mingle. I ordered another Crown on the rocks and sat down to wait out the night. My turn was coming, and I had a feeling it was going to be worth the wait.

Turns out, it was.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aohkuv/my_wifes_high_school_reunion_mfbondagepublic