This short post is submitted for #food4thoughtFriday  &

#WickedWednesday. It’s based on a friend’s anecdote

girl with hands bound above head

Greta lay stretched out on a bed with straps extending from each corner to hold her arms and legs in a spread eagle position.  Nipple clamps hung from Greta’s firm breasts and a large dildo was sunk so deep in her labia that only the flared base was visible.  Her hair was in two girlish plaits but her fringe was damp with sweat, in fact her whole body was sheened with perspiration. Barb drew close and tugged on the chain between the nipple clamps; Greta’s head thrashed from side to side, a bestial moan wrenched from her lips.

 

Mark lay back on the sofa, an erotic novel spread open in his lap so that he had one free hand to encompass his stiff cock, gently pumping it up and down. He luxuriated in the sensation of his foreskin slipping and stretching from frenulum to base. Reading the erotic story enhanced his arousal. 

 

He could visualise Greta bound and helpless, and was enjoying every moment of her sexual torment. He wished he could persuade his wife to let him try using nipple clamps on her. He wondered, if he bought a dildo, would his wife entertain the idea of him using it on her? She would look so beautiful with her thighs spread and a silicone dildo sliding in and out of her, perhaps one that shaped like a tentacle or something other-worldy. God yeah, that would be so fucking sexy! 

 

He let his head drop back. His thumb and forefinger circled his helmet, the pad of his thumb smearing the slippery clear substance over the humming nerve endings in his cock’s smooth dome. He felt the pressure building within his core, his thighs and torso tightened and Mark felt a tingling throughout his groin which always signalled the onset of his climax.

 

Suddenly he heard a creak, the unmistakable tread, a heavy footfall on the stairs. Mark leaped to his feet, hastening to tuck his straining cock back into his tracksuit bottoms. The book spilled out of his lap and onto the floor. Shit! He needed to hide that too, he knew full well his wife’s feelings about him reading porn (don’t, never ever, it’s disgusting!) 

 

Where could he hide it? He scuttled into the kitchen and surveyed the array of doors in a panic. She was coming down to make breakfast for the children, he couldn’t think of a single cupboard she might not open.

 

Hearing the third step from the bottom creak, he made a snap decision. With a shove he propelled the paperback book towards the back wall, on top of the high wall-mounted cupboards. The book was out of sight and completely out of reach, just in time. The kitchen door swung open, revealing his pyjama-clad wife in the doorway.

 

“What are you doing up so early?”

“I couldn’t sleep, thought I’d come downstairs to make myself a cup of tea, rather than disturb you.”

 

Luckily Mark had done this, the still-warm kettle and a mug with tea dregs was evidence of his spin on the truth. 

 

“Let me get their lunches ready, then I need to grab a shower.”

 

He smiled at his wife, who still looked bemused. As Mark busied himself making sandwiches and snacks, the simple task allowed his erection to subside. He congratulated himself on his quick thinking, which had resulted in a near miss. Mark’s secret had survived to live another day. 

 

He foresaw a slight problem when it was time for the kitchen to be re-modelled or re-decorated, however. Mark supposed, when that problem arose, he’d better take the role of the alpha-male and offer to do it solo.

 

 

If you’re curious about the ‘book’ Mark was reading, it’s one of mine and he was reading Chapter 5.

Twisted Fairy Tale #4 (Hansel & Gretel’s adventure in 7 parts)

1. Who’s a Pretty Boy Then

2.What Greta Did

3. Hans’ Knees

4. Hit me Baby

5. Comfort Break

6. The Great Escape

7. Hans & Greta – Finale

Images courtesy of Pixabay

Comments (13)

    • p0sy

      Reply

      Thanks May – well he is a resourceful guy, I would say the liklihood is yes!

      • Old Mike

        Reply

        That was fun – didn’t see where you were taking it! A bit close to home too as I’m looking at things my wife doesn’t know about while listening to hear if she has got up yet – seperate bedrooms are a great idea!

        • p0sy

          Reply

          You are definitely in the same boat as the guy who shared the anecdote then! Happy you enjoyed the story.

  1. Reply

    Lol, oh dear what a predicament. Stories like this both amuse me and make me a bit sad. The predicament gives me a chuckle, but what a shame to not be able to share your desires fully. Fab tale though Posy, thank you for sharing for F4TFriday x

    • p0sy

      Reply

      I know what you mean! And it was Woody’s guest post that reminded me of an old friend who has a wife who similarly ‘disapproves’ of anything she lumps under the heading of ‘porn’. Understanding and an open mind – both wonderful things.

  2. Reply

    Haha this made me laugh. I hope his wife doesn’t decide to clean on top of the cupboards before they re-decorate 😉

    Rebel xox

    • p0sy

      Reply

      Well that’s my worry too Marie, the way he described it, the gap is inacessible until the cupboard comes down! Perhaps they will move house without Mark ever getting the book back!

  3. Reply

    Tried to write and comment and not sure if it didn’t take. I love this story! It’s hot, real, funny, and wonderful that you connect it back to your own writing at the end. ?

    • p0sy

      Reply

      Thanks so much commenting! I am glad you found it both sexy and funny. The real makes it better, but also sad, in that it’s a shame his wife isn’t open to what he enjoys. Oddly I didn’t think of linking back to my stories until the day after I pressed publish!

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  5. Reply

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