Part II: Wife Accepts a Stranger’s Invitation [hotwife, cuckold, bondage sex, some bdsm, slow psychological build-up]

Part II ([Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10iuimg/part_i_wife_accepts_a_strangers_invitation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3))

The next minutes were a blur to the husband. Parking before the stately steps. Opening his wife’s door. Watching her emerge, straightening her skirt, her flushed face still glowing. She moved as if in a trance. He could tell she was half in a new world, one he had permitted, yet one—in this moment—from which he felt excluded. A sudden chill seized his heart, but as he followed the new couple up the stairs, the sight of the stranger’s hand resting possessively on his wife’s skirted ass sent a twinge of pleasure through his cock. The door opened on a towering entry hall with gleaming marble floor and twin staircases curling from the sides of the room to a balcony above. A sumptuous circular rug, blood red and ornate with oriental motifs, occupied the center of the floor, and the stranger crossed this in unhurried strides, gesturing to one flight of stairs. The house was elegantly appointed. Soft warm light spilled from beneath Tiffany shades to illuminate the rooms. Brass flashed from the handles and hinges of massive mahogany doors. The trio ascended the stairs, the husband trailing behind. He was certain he caught the scent of her arousal.

They entered a dark but stately bedroom. A king-sized bed was centered between two towering windows; everywhere the room was equipped with elegant furniture, something, the husband thought, that seemed Scandinavian or Continental in its contemporary lines. Twin lamps lit the room from bedside table; a gas log fire leapt into being in a stone fireplace as the stranger touched a switch on the paneled wall. From the shadows emerged an open door, the gleaming tile beyond suggesting a bathroom. A second door opposite the first, also ajar, suggested a walk-in closet of considerable size. The husband’s eyes were drawn to the bed. A dark comforter shrouded it; mountainous pillows ornamented its head. The headboard and baseboards were of simple but exquisite design: twin low arches of some exotic wood, the headboard higher than the footboard.

The stranger moved to turn on a floor lamp in a reading book across from the bed. As the light came on, it illuminated several inviting leather chairs, a pair of round side tables, and a wall of glass-fronted wooden bookcases, filled with book spines that eluded the downward light. The stranger turned to the husband. “May I pour you a drink, sir?” he asked. The husband gratefully nodded. “Bourbon, please. A double, if you don’t mind.” The stranger nodded, moving to a bookcase that suddenly swung open to reveal a well-stocked bar. He poured a more than generous draught of dark amber liquid from a crystal decanter into a matching crystal glass. “You’re a man of taste,” said the stranger, smiling, offering the drink to the husband. “And for you, Charlotte?” he inquired, turning to the wife who had stood transfixed, mesmerized by the quiet splendor of the room. “Red wine, please,” she said, looking at him in shock as his said her name. She had forgotten she had given it to him. She murmured thanks as he handed her the wine, which she immediately sipped. It was rich, complex, warm, and heady. They moved to the chairs, sitting and drinking. The woman clamped her thighs together, remembering the feverish rush engendered by the stranger’s fingers in the SUV. She ached for that touch now. The husband crossed and recrossed his legs, his cock swelling in anticipation of what might come. Only the stranger seemed at ease, idly chatting about the news of an uncharacteristically early fall storm that was forecast for the area.

The glasses were emptied and refilled, emptied and refilled again. An hour passed and the tension, an undercurrent waiting for a spark to ignite it, receded as the alcohol stoked desire and drowned inhibitions.“How shall we arrange this, friends?” asked the stranger.

“I don’t want him here,” the wife said a little too quickly. “I mean not at first,” she said, looking at the surprise on her husband’s face. “Could he listen somewhere close?”

“Of course, of course. And you, sir? Your wishes?” The husband thought for a moment, then spoke. “No condoms. I can’t stand the scent of them.” He saw his wife look down suddenly, her cheeks coloring. “Her safe word is Valhalla. She’s never used it.” Her blush deepened. “She’s yours for the night.” He lifted his eyes to the stranger’s and saw the seriousness of his expression. “Treat her well.” He paused, struggling. “We’ve wanted this for a long time, and she…” His voice tapered off.

Charlotte spoke softly but clearly. “I would like to be tied. Teased. Tormented. Used.” Her gaze turned to her husband. “I want him naked, helpless, tied to a chair. Just as I will yield to you, Sir, I want him to feel what it’s like to be teased. To be tormented. And later…” she paused. “Later, I want him to join us.” She smiled at her husband. “If he’s a good boy.”

“Well, naturally,” the stranger replied. He stood, collecting the glasses. “Shall we?” Placing the empties on the bar, he moved to one of the bed’s side tables and opened the drawer. From within he produced a pair of handcuffs, a satin blindfold, and two sets of adjustable leather restraints. “All yours, my dear,” he said, laying them on the bed. “I think you’ll find a suitable dressing chair in the bathroom.” He moved toward the closet, removing his jacket, loosening his tie, leaving husband and wife alone.

Charlotte collected the bondage gear and led the way into the bathroom. “You okay?” her husband asked.

“I’m nervous, but I’m okay. Excited.” She looked suddenly into his eyes, her own eyes wetting as she saw the fervent love his held for her. “Thank you for this ….”

They walked into the bathroom, and the husband started stripping off his clothes. She positioned the chair in the center of the room, just beyond the door. Nude, he sat in the chair. He was fit, his hair brown and thick, nis body lightly muscled. His cock was half-hard, as though coming off some heightened period of arousal. he pulled his wrists behind his back, cuffing his wrists. She fumbled a bit with the unfamiliar restraints but finally managed to secure his ankles to the chair legs and his upper arms to the curving arch of the chair back. His upper body was secure; he could move only his hands, head, and legs. She tied the blindfold about his head, smiling at her work.

On impulse, she ran her cool hand softly across his cock and balls, smiling as it leapt to life. She went back to the drawer, then returned with a thin piece of cordage. She doubled it about his cock and balls, rewarded by her husband’s sudden inhalation of breath as she snugged the cord tight. She tied the loose ends to the chair rung, which had the effect of making his cock, now rock hard, stand straight up. Then she stood, aware for the first time that she was on her own. Behind her, soft footfalls alerted her a moment before the stranger’s hand turned her around by the shoulder. He smiled reassuringly at her, then glanced across her shoulder at her husband. “Someone enjoyed that,” he laughed softly, eyeing her husband’s erect penis. “Come…” he led her toward the bed.

He remained dressed, but jacket and tie were gone, and she could see a few dark curls of his chest hair through the open collar of his shirt. “Undress.” His voice was calm but firm. Slowly she unbuttoned her silky top, pausing a moment before letting it slide from her pale shoulders. She stood now in a back lace bra and her skirt. He moved behind her, and she felt the cool touch of something brushing over her ass. A hiss in the air, a collision with her ass, a sharp stinging pain: he had caned her as she hesitated. Where had he had that hidden? She felt tears involuntarily start in her eyes, even as her pussy grew damp. The stinging pain was somehow delicious. “Undress,” he repeated.

She stood naked now, her tight, athletic body exposed to the stranger’s intense, hungry stare. Her legs were long and toned, the product of her daily runs. Her tummy was taut and firm, her pussy a pouty set of petite lips beneath a neat, trim triangle of dark bush. He moved about her, taking in every inch of her body. Her ass was slightly bigger than one would expect on a slim girl. Likewise, her breasts were full and luscious, with subtly swollen areolas and hard, erect nipples. Her face was lovely, too, with delicate cheeks and nose, and luxuriant full lips. Her eyes were brown and luminous. As she stood beneath his gaze, she felt control slip from her into this intense stranger’s hands. He trailed the flexible cane over her naked flesh, running it up one inner thigh. It felt as though it was pricing with electricity. The touch was thrilling, menacing. Instinctively, she spread her legs further apart, and the cane departed. He stood before her, then dropped the cane and reached to her nipples with each hand. His touch was soft and gentle. He rolled between his finger, coaxing them hard. Without warning, he pinched them, twisting as he pulled them sharply toward him.

A cry escaped her lips before she could bite it back. He released her, and from beyond in the bathroom came her husband’s voice. “Are you okay, Charlotte?” The cane struck across the tops of both of her buttocks, but this time she swallowed its bite, ashamed to feel her nectar dripping from her slit. “I’m …” whack! “Fi—“ whack! “—ne.” The last blow released a groan deep within her. Straining to imagine the scene, her husband heard the snapping blows and the deep moan of pain and pleasure from his wife. He struggled against his bonds, throwing his upper body back in frustration, only to feel the tight pinch of the noose she had tied about his cock and balls. He was hard. Damn hard. He ceased his struggle, listening again intently, and felt a pearl of precum slip from his cock head down the veiny length of his imprisoned shaft. *What have we gotten ourselves into*, he wondered.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10jp00v/part_ii_wife_accepts_a_strangers_invitation