“Champers?” Stephen asked, pulling the champagne bottle from the bucket of ice behind the chairs. Two drips of condensation raced each other down ...he length of the dark green glass bottle, finally falling to the ugly floor.“Please,” I replied, sitting down and smiling. Stephen poured two generous flutes of bubbles, handed one to me and then sat down. The lights dimmed ever so slightly and the first melodic notes of the 'concerto for two violins in A minor' were played, hitting all of my five. I raised my head and received another. I tried to recover and punch her but she grabbed my arm and twisted it. I fell to the floor, crying in pain.“Well, look at your sissy husband, crying in pain. I’m gonna love fucking your wife in front of you. I bet you’re gonna love it, after all it’s what you could never give her”She then grabbed my hair and started dragging me to the bedroom, my wife following meekly. She sat me in a chair and warned me to stay there or there would be consequences. I sat. One strap crossed her chest and pulled firmly under her arms, a second strap was cinched tight across her lower abdomen and buckled down over her hips. With every ounce of strength in her frightened body, Carolyn strained to free herself. Nothing moved except the bulge of muscles across her stomach and shoulders, pulling until they screamed She was totally helpless... unless... if her hands were free?... again she tensed and tried desperately to pull her wrists free but the snare held firm. Was. Now play with your puny cock, and get it nice and stiff, get it nice and excited. Can I just say slut that you look pathetic, NOW PULL THAT COCK." Knowing that I was on the verge of coming and the need to speak eventually she pulled the butt plug from my mouth. “Is that a little better bitch, now I'll be able to hear, what you really want?"With that, I reached around and started to play with my dick, moving my hand along the shaft as only a man can, I was so close, so excited, so stimulated,.