Then I realise whats wrong. I can't move....... no not quite. I can't move my arms they are above my head and stuck. damn it I pull hard and bang my h...ad which is the point where I open my eyes and look round.blinking a bit I stare up trying to make out whats going on with my arms then realising that they are held to the bed posts with hand cuffs I look round the room. My heart is starting to race as I get more nervous wondering why the hell anyone would do this to me. My eyes track round the. Moving on a year I had met and married Dan, it didn't take long for me to discover that Dan was infact an avid voyuer, when we where out he would notice things like ladies in see though tops, skirts or dresses which where a little too short and he would always comment as to how great I'd look wearing something like that. I would always laugh it off and change the subject much to Dans displeasure.By now we'd brought our own home and I recall one night we where making love in the bedroom, all. There she was standing doing dishes. The way she was doing the dishes I can tell she’s more professional when she does me.Anyways, I went behind her, put my arms around her waist and started kissing her neck. She didn’t look surprised, and no resistance either. Instead, she closed her eyes and moaned. While kissing her neck, I ground my cock on her ass. I bit her ear.“Aaahhhh, shaitan!” she exclaimed.“Abhi to shaitani shuru ki hai,” I said.I turned her. I went close to her lips. But I didn’t. As far as I can tell he decided sometime in the eighties, (when we were both about five,) that cartoon characters had the right idea. His idea of fashion sense is owning an endless succession of the exact same outfit with like maybe a tux for weddings and formal dinners and a suit for funerals and job interviews. I mean his uniform of green blazer/jacket and hat, blue sweater, yellow-green shirt and brown slacks is, alright I suppose... I mean a lot of girls seem to go for it, but... Once a.