Something cool, hard on her wrist. No, AROUND her wrist. Then a series of small clicks. “Ohhh...is...is that..” she began, looking up at him. “I... is!…”A new series of clicks. She could not believe this. Her boss hand just put her in chains, and they were still in the hallway. This was for real, she had come on her own, free will, but she had not expected this. She had expected another earful and perhaps a quickie on the couch, but not being chained the moment she entered his home.“I think you. She could feel herself getting damp between the legs. She knew her husband was asleep and she put her hand down there and felt herself.She was a lot wetter than she realised and she slipped a finger inside her pussy. She needed to cum. She quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She left the light off so that it didn’t woke James up. She sat down on the bathroom floor with her back against the bath and pulled her nightie up. Her hand went down between her legs and a finger slipped. I could tell she was in a slutty mood. She had recently fucked a black guy, and now she was feeling even friskier. Simon was meeting just the right criteria. He was a local guy in his thirties, single and willing to try new things.A new message from Simon came through. Jess looked at me and gave me the phone. He wanted to play truth or dare with her. Fucking brilliant.I poured myself and Jess drinks, and the game began. Jess had the first turn and Simon chose a dare. She didn't wanna waste any. I tried (and mostly succeeded, I think) to ease back on my normally cynical viewpoint, and described the freedom to pursuing one's interests balanced with a practical career. I mentioned how often the friends one makes in college will end up lasting a lifetime, and that the dorm experience was one of the most enjoyable periods of my life. Brief note: I declared biochemistry freshman year, couldn't find anything interesting for the next four years, and now am in a biochemistry Ph.D. program. Oh,.