I tensed, expecting her to take hold of my dick. Instead, with my arms by my sides, she moved across and grabbed my left wrist, pulling it up to the ...ed post. I didn't resist as I was concentrating on the mind-blowing kiss. Something cold enclosed my wrist with a click. It caught my attention and I tried to move my wrist away from the post but to no avail. I looked and saw that my wrist was handcuffed to the bed post. As she busied herself with cuffing my right wrist to the opposite post. On Sunday he was glued to the TV so she did laundry and we screwed while the clothes washed.She was relaxing more and more. I asked her how our sex compared to what she had with her husband. Her report was that he cared little for her pleasure, unlike me. His penis was about the same size but mine was more “eager.” She meant firmer and aroused more easily. He would not do oral sex and she took to it like candy.He did comment that she seemed in better spirits which she explained by saying she’d. ‘It’s almost sacrilege to say this,’ she panted after breaking off the kiss, ‘but this has been the best yet. Better than what my husband ever gave me. Oh God,’ and I felt her body shake and her head moved from side to side, ‘I can’t wait until you are ready again.’ ‘You were wonderful too Sherry,’ was all that I could utter, discarding most of the superlatives that my mind wanted me to say, really leaving me rather tongue tied and coming out with that trite response. I struggled with my mind. A guy a few years older than me was standing in front of the far urinal so I stood in front of the closest one. I pulled out my dick and since I didn't need to go, I started to play with my cock with my left hand. I looked over and down at him and I could see the knob of his cut dick. I stared at him awhile and he exposed more of his cock and gave it a couple of shakes and rubbed it a bit. His cock was "short and not too big around" as Roger Miller would sing. I continued to watch him fondle.