An Unexpected Service

My wife loves to be tied up. Though we started slow, over the years we have become more adventurous. Early on we would buy cheap BDSM gear from popular online sites, but lately we have upped our game. Through trial and error, we have replaced everything with quality items.

Now we have all the gear we ever wanted. The newest and biggest change to our routine was this sex bench, a steel sawhorse with padded platforms for the forearms and legs. It originally came with buckles and straps, but I found they were too weak and moved around too much to really explore having her fully and helplessly restrained. Simple cotton ropes were the perfect upgrade.

It is not something we break out all the time, so when she mentioned it I knew we were in for a great weekend. It was a rare weekend that we would be on our own. Having an empty house meant being able to have sex anywhere and at any time we wanted. I set it up downstairs in the living room and brought out all the toys, including the cameras I have started using to film our exploits. Though I have always had these cameras, I rarely take the time to set them up. Today I was going to take my time. This lazy morning was going to turn into an afternoon of pleasing my wife.

I positioned the sex bench right in front of the glass of our large sliding door. The natural light made for perfect pictures. As she climbed into position, I marveled at how lucky I am. She has that perfect mature body. Her large, full breasts spilled over the sides of the sex bench. Her shapely ass was now positioned at the perfect height for penetration. My cock was extremely hard, and I wanted to fuck her right there. Her pussy was already visibly wet. I had to restrain myself from just blowing my load. I wanted to take my time today. I brushed my fingers up and down her slit to tease out some lubrication.

I am by no means an expert. As I carefully laced her up I made sure she would be comfortable for the next few hours but still no wiggle room either. My usual method of testing this is a few sharp spanks. She also played along letting me know where I needed to adjust the rope. When I was finished the contrast of the interlaced rope against her skin was incredible. Most importantly she wasn’t going anywhere.

Then I put in her wireless earbuds. Normally I would play her favorite playlist, but I figured out a way to stream one of her favorite porn clips on repeat. It was an amateur housewife who was getting fucked for the first time by somebody else other than her husband. The guy had a cock as big as her arm and we knew how she felt about it from her relentless moaning and screaming. With one last look into her beautiful eyes, I slipped a large padded blindfold over her face. Not only was it comfortable, but the added fleece lining ensured no light peeked through. A ball gag between her full lips was the final touch.

Another thing we have upped our game on is dirty talk. In previous sessions with the bench, I would say things like there was nothing she could do even if a gang of strangers walked in the room. We would talk about all the different possibilities that could happen. Last time, I got her worked up and snapped a couple photos that I posted on Reddit in both large groups and local sex groups. I read the filthy comments to her and we roleplayed those scenarios. I know it excited her, hearing about what might happen while she was tied up. The thought of someone other than me feeling her up and playing with her pussy aroused her. Imagining multiple guys filling her up, one by one, was almost more than she could bear.

Just from the few minutes of getting her set up, her pussy was very noticeably wet. You could smell the pheromones emanating from her. I wanted to take my time and play out some sort of non-consensual scenario. I concocted this plan of leave to run a few quick errands. Then when I returned, I would act like a stranger that caught her tied up and ready for the taking. To keep her wet and ready I inserted a wireless vibe. I played with the settings but settled on leaving it on low power. I checked my cameras to make sure they were perfectly positioned and recording so they captured all the action from every angle.

We live on a dead-end private road that most people can’t even see from the main road, with a long driveway, outside cameras that send me alerts, and a fully fenced yard with hidden latches. So when I decided to go out the rear sliding glass door and leave it unlocked per my usual habits, I was not concerned at all. Before I left, I planted the seed of what was to come. I removed one earbud and told my wife how today was the day her fantasies would become reality. I told her I had already gotten over a hundred responses to my posts and had picked out a few of them that were going to get lucky today. I went on and on about the details of the fantasy: what they would do with her, how she was at their mercy, and how excited I was to see her used. She moaned and popped her hips to signal her pleasure with my roleplaying. To embellish the fantasy, I wrote a note that read “Be back in a few hours” and “Free pussy this way.” I wrote the time, showed it to one of the cameras, and taped it facing out on the glass door.

I left in a hurry. Of course, I didn’t want to be gone too long. I was ready to cum, too. What I thought would be a couple of quick errands stretched well beyond an hour. I was annoyed at the slow-moving lines in the stores and the gridlocked traffic. When I finally turned onto our road I was dying to get back to the action. My balls were aching. Since I was in a hurry, I had not checked my phone. I had been completely preoccupied with the thought of acting out my fantasy and penetrating her tight pussy. So I didn’t notice several alerts from my outside cameras until I was getting out of the car. Then I noticed the freshly cut grass. A moment of terror washed over me.

For the past two summers I had a standing agreement to have the yard serviced. It was this teen who was trying to save for community college and other expenses. Basically, the service agreement was to mow the lawn and tend to the flower beds as needed. If his grass was getting tall then ours usually was, too, and he would fit it in between his other responsibilities. If we weren’t home and he cut the grass I would just use an app to pay him. I guess I didn’t realize that it was now spring and the grass was ready for its first cut.

My moment of terror subsided, and I started laughing. Knowing him, he was in and out and never noticed a thing. If he did get a peek, then whatever. It would just be something to work into our future play. I decided to check my camera notifications. The first notification showed he arrived shortly after I left. Just like I thought, he had gone straight to work. I know he had several yards and would hustle to get them done early so he could hang out with his buddies. Each camera notification after the next showed he was all business per usual. He had finished the lawn in record time and was headed out, but then he stopped. It had been unusually warm, and he had worked up a sweat. When we were home, I had no problem getting him a glass of water. Now that feeling of terror came back. He was standing at the glass door. I had forgotten how I had left it unlocked because I thought I would be quick. His mouth was wide open at the sight of my wife tied up, naked, and now he was reading a very inviting sign.

Perhaps he was thinking how all those times I teased him about my wife were finally going to pay off. My wife had always affectionately called him her lawn boy. If I caught him peeking at my wife I would make subtle sexual jokes. It was just my way of trying to encourage him. He worked so hard I don’t think he ever took time out for girls. Now what was once a joke was taking a serious turn. Who would blame a sex hungry teen in his position… but would he really do anything?

That question was answered very quickly as he slid the door open and stepped inside. I stopped looking at my phone and hurried to the door. What happened? Did he touch my wife? Did she know? So many thoughts ran through my head. I froze at the door. She did not appear to be in any distress. She was in the exact position I had left her. I felt a moment of relief, and then I walked through the door. I could now clearly see her holes had been well used. Cum covered her ass and dripped from her pussy onto a small puddle on the hardwood floor.

I was having a hard time processing everything. I was snapped back to reality when my wife sensed my presence. With what little movement her bondage allowed she flexed, begging me to mount her. It was at that moment I realized how incredibly hard I was. The fantasy of what it would feel like to have sloppy seconds with my wife’s cum filled pussy wasn’t something I thought I would ever be a reality. I desperately wanted to reclaim her, but before I could do that I had to check the recordings. I needed to know.

I quickly found the starting point on the video. To watch this teen standing behind my naked wife was a feeling I thought I’d never experience, and it is hard to describe. I could see my wife just listening away to her earbuds and slowly trying to grind against the vibrator, not even noticing that he opened the door. He looked around and then back to my wife, and I could tell that he was interested. Scared, at first, and unsure exactly what was really going on – was this a joke, did he have her consent, did he care. Whatever he was thinking, I could clearly see his hardon through his basketball shorts and something was about to happen.

He took a decisive step forward, and my wife must have finally noticed a presence. She moaned through the gag, and he responded by fondling one of her breasts. She reacted positively to his touch, which must have been reassuring to him. At this point I don’t know if she thought it was me. To her everything was playing out as I had teased her before leaving. Did she think it was one of those guys we talked about online? There was no way she thought it was her lawn boy.

After spending what seemed like a long time fondling each breast and pulling on her nipples, he decided to take the next step. As he walked around behind her he saw what I could already tell from the camera: her pussy was dripping wet. This seemed to have caught him off guard. He gave the wireless antenna a small tug and the grool-covered vibe popped out. At this point it looked like he began to panic. He was quickly looking around and he needed to make a decision whether or not he would fuck my wife.

As she moaned and writhed from the sudden absence, he dropped his basketball shorts. His impressive huge cock sprung eagerly out. I was shocked to learn he was hung like the man in my wife’s favorite amateur porn clip. Now I was feeling more helpless than my wife. What was once roleplay was out of my control. With no condom and a sense of urgency, he lined up the fat head of his cock against my wife’s pussy. With a single stroke, he bottomed out inside her with a few inches to spare. My wife let out a muffled squeal, surprisingly loud even through the gag. What did she think was happening? Was she terrified? Or excited? It was unbearable for me to think about. From either his fear doing something that could be wrong or his lack of experience he began to fuck her feverishly. Pounding away and with each stroke stretching my wife beyond all the years of fucking me. His hands gripped her ass as he tried to slam the full length of his cock into her. Not surprisingly, he finished in about a minute. Who could blame him? The excitement and the feeling of her tight, wet pussy would be too much for anyone to last much longer than that. His breath quickened, his muscles tightened, and he had no thought of pulling out.

He let out a few loud grunts and came inside my wife. From the mess he left behind it must have been one hell of a load that had been saving up. Even with all the sensory deprivation, my wife clearly felt the orgasm happening. She sped up her hips and pushed back against his cock to fully accept his load.

As soon as he finished, he seemed to gather himself and moved to get the heck out of there. What happened next, though, was beyond what I thought possible. Before he stepped outside, he stopped in his tracks. Nobody had confronted him, and at this point he must have known he was alone with her. He turned back around and pulled out his phone to take a few trophy pics of my freshly fucked wife. I thought it would end there, but then he started to text. He quickly received a phone call and I could hear him telling his friends how this was for real and they needed to get over here fast. Now it dawned on me that the cum that covered my wife was not from just one person. The time stamp on the camera showed I still wouldn’t be home for some time.

I hit pause. I didn’t know when I would be ready to watch what happened next, but I did know I needed to cum badly…

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