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The Beginning _(8)

How it all began. This is based off of a True Story, although a lot of the later installments will be exaggerated or completely made up.

Alex got off of the bed, taking a few moments to survey his handiwork. His beautiful Wife, Desiree, laid spreadeagled on the bed, hands and ankles tied to the four bedposts. She was sweating from the fucking he had just given her. The black rope and blindfold contrasted with her white skin as her brown hair fanned out about her.

“That was amazing, Alex,” Desiree said.

It had taken a long time to convince her to do this, as Desiree was a very prideful woman. This was the fourth time now, and she was finally starting to get into it. Alex had always had a fantasy of another guy fucking her, however, and finally it was going to happen.

Desiree would have never allowed it though, which was why she was blindfolded. Alex had been dropping subtle hints to his neighbor, Michael, about how sometimes he leaves his wife alone for an hour after tying her up.

Alex only hoped that Michael would take the bait.

Alex sat on the edge of the bed, lightly running a finger over his wife’s small nipples. Her B-cup breasts heaved as she drew in a breath sharply. He leaned down and kissed her, while making his phone ring with his other hand. Feigning exasperation, he stood up and ‘answered’ it.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be there in a few.” Alex turned to his wife, though she couldn’t see it. “I gotta run to the office, baby. I’ll be back in a half hour, probably less.”

Desiree groaned. “Again? Just untie me first this time.”

Alex grinned. Not a chance. “Sorry, Des. I’ll be back in a jiff. Love you.” Alex turned, making sure that the video camera was still hidden underneath a pile of clothes, and left the room.
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Michael looked up from the lawn mower in his front yard as he heard his neighbor’s door slam.

“Hey, Alex. What’s going on?”

Alex walked over to the fence. “Not much, Mike.” He dangled his car keys in his finger. “Emergency at work. Gotta go in for an hour or so.”

Michael’s eyebrows quirked slightly as he noticed Alex kept shooting glances up at his bedroom window. No fucking way. Michael always thought Alex was joking about leaving his wife tied up, and he felt a stirring in his crotch as he thought about that gorgeous 24 year old lying there helpless.

She had a perfect ass, after all.

Michael quickly thought up a plan.

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