Dressed To Thrill

This is a tale of secret lusts, longings and desires

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Dressed To Thrill

He didn’t hear the front door open. All he could hear was his own breathing.

And besides, he wasn’t expecting her back for hours, so when it did open it did not occur to him to listen to anything, except his own erotic thoughts.

But then…………….. he did hear her call. “Joe? Are you home?”

He didn’t reply. He was suddenly frozen in a mixture of pure lust, fear and trepidation. And he couldn’t reply anyway with the ball-gag firmly in his mouth and tied around his face. This prevented all but the odd pleasurable moan escaping from his lips. He waited for a few seconds as his mind unraveled the situation he was in and then his worst fears started to come true. He heard the faint footsteps as his wife started to ascend the staircase heading towards their bedroom.

Joe lay still on their King Sized bed. The same bed he had shared with her for many years. Where they had first made love on their second date. Where they had returned to after their sunshine honeymoon and where they loved to kiss and cuddle together on.

Joe looked down at himself. His cock was rock hard and the small rubber cock ring around the base was making his shaft visibly bulge even bigger and harder than he had ever seen it. And the veins rising up the shaft seemed to bulge out uncharacteristically. The more he watched it the more it seemed to grow. And in turn the ring tightened further, increasing the intensity of the feelings which were more than he had ever experienced.

This was a one-off and a first time for Joe. Although he had been thinking about this for a long time he had finally discussed them with an online friend. Not a real friend, mind you, just an anonymous person to whom he could confide his closely guarded secrets. The secrets of dressing and the sexual lusts that he wanted to experience so badly but knew his wife, nor indeed anyone that really knew him, would understand. His ‘friend’ was just a person in a chat room and by email, a person who shared his lusts and with whose encouragement to go further today had led Joe to this point in time.

The stairs creaked as his wife got closer to the forbidden truth.

The bra he was wearing felt tight around his chest and back and the matching black panties were sitting around his bum cheeks but pulled down at the front to allow his engorged cock to show itself in all its glory. They had been pulled low at the front and were now sitting below his testicles. These in turn, already full from 3 weeks of abstinence, had been harnessed in another rubber cock ring which was making them look big and round. And Joe knew they and he were ready to shoot a very big and, no doubt, messy load. His cock jerked as he thought of this and pre-cum oozed from the head and dribbled slowly down one side of his shaft.

Another creak on the stairs.

Why had he tied his hands today?