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Home Depot Fantasy
(Inspired By Pink Piggies)
Published on Saturday, March 28, 2015

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I wish I could tell you that my fantasy about Pink Piggies could have come true, but alas, it was only a fantasy. But that fantasy did lead to another fantasy involving foot fetish fun that if played out as I imagine it would surely be exceptionally rewarding, and naughtily extraordinary. So if you happen to be in the Los Angeles area, and this story is a scenario that you'd more or less like to enjoy with your wife or girlfriend, then I hope you'll be intrigued enough to send an email to my tickleman@hotmail.com address. Meanwhile, I hope you'll enjoy this fantasy of mine, which was inspired by this chat forum post in this topic for Pink Piggies.

In that topic (quoted here) her husband wrote, "Hello everyone! Had to take few pics of my gorgeous honey on a recent Home Depot trip! She was wearing my all time favorite outfit Daisy Dukes, a thin white blouse, short-heeled sandals ! (+braless=devilish angel) Enjoy these pics ! Had a great time taking them. You should have seen the grins at the checkout counter! ( . y . )"

Note: The photos of Pink Piggies below are showcased in this topic of our chat forum.

Inspired after seeing her pics, I started hanging out at my local Home Depot stores in the hope of maybe enjoying a Pink Piggies moment even though, obviously, that moment would have to be with a surrogate. Luckily for me, however, there are a plenty of pretty bare feet that are avaialable for my discreet enjoyment, especially in sunny southern California. As another benefit, I got a lot more projects done at home than I would normally do. wink at greatfeet.com

One late afternoon at my local Home Depot after having gone to my health club, I came across a very sexy woman wearing shorts, a thin white blouse, and sandals. Again, that's not particularly unusual where I live, but it's still always a sight to enjoy, most especially when pretty bare feet are being naturally showcased. Her feet actually looked a lot like Pink Piggies, so seeing them added a bit of extra excitement.

Like Pink Piggies (other than the toenail polish shown in her photos), this woman's sandals also had a green faux flower on each sandal, which obviously caught my eye more than I had wanted to be known. Of course, what really caught my eye were her pretty feet.

Standing right next to me, she said with a giggle, "You must be one of those foot guys."

"You caught me staring," I answered back with embarassment. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"No worries," she said to me with a smile. "I like it when a guy pays attention to my feet."

"That's a relief," I laughed out loud as I brushed the back of my hand along my forehead to emphasis my point. "And you got me," I sheepishly admitted. "I AM a foot guy, but you have to admit, even guys who don't pay attention to feet would notice yours. I mean, they're perfect."

"Thanks," she seemed to say quite sincerely. "You really think so?"

"Without a doubt," I affirmed. "Your toes are perfectly pedicured, and your choice of candy apple red is a classic favorite of guys who are into feet."

"That seems to be my husband's favorite, too," she replied. "It's too bad that he's lost interest," she added.

"That's hard to believe," I told her.

"Yep," she affirmed. "He's into watching other guys play with my feet, and not doing it himself" she added in a disappointing tone.

"I take it you don't approve?" I asked.

"It's not that I don't approve of other guys playing with my feet," she explained. "I mean, that's fun, too, and it feels great. It's just that it's the ONLY thing he wants to do, and that can get tiring."

"Uh oh," I replied back with some embarrassment.

"What do you mean uh oh?" She asked.

"Well," I stummered, "it's not that I'm taking his side or anything, but can I just tell you that a lot of guys are into that?"

"Watching?" She asked.

"Yes," I answered back. "It's incredibly arousing."

"Sure it is," she said. "I understand. But if it's the only thing that will get him off, that can get old really fast."

Thinking about it for a moment, I had to admit she was right. "True, but is it the ONLY thing that will get him off? Are you sure about that?"

"It sure seems that way," she answered back. I could sense her frustration, and it made me sympatize a little bit more about my wife's feelings.

"Well," I tried to explain, "can I tell you that I've done the same thing with my wife? But I can also tell you it's not the only thing that gets me off."

"I was wondering when you were going to mention that you're married," she laughed while pointing to my wedding ring. "Okay," she continued. "But when's the last time you two had sex that didn't include having somebody watch?" She asked.

"We don't do that EVERY time," I told her, "although in her head I know she feels that way."

"Same here," she confessed. "We don't do that EVERY time, either, but it can feel that way since that's what he always wants."

"But you do like it, right?" I asked.

"It depends on who's playing with us," she explained. "The last couple of years haven't been all that great. For one, the guys haven't really had a foot fetish, so they really only accommodated my husband's wishes, which make the experience pretty bad. All those guys wanted was to have sex with me, and frankly, they really weren't particularly good at it."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You sound just like my wife, but I have to admit I completely understand."

"You do?" She asked incredulously. "Then why haven't you changed your routine with her?"

"I've tried," I told her in frustration. "But I think I've gone past the point of no return."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"I mean, she's lost interest in having sex with me, so we're kind of on a path of having no sex at all." I confessed.

"She probably hasn't lost interest, at least not entirely" she explained. "I have a feeling she just doesn't want to involve other people for a while."

"She NEVER wants to invlove other people again, EVER," I explained.

"Never, EVER?" She asked with emphasis.

"Never," I told her again. "Besides," I tried to explain, "She's a very tactile person, so being the one who's tied up all the time can get old. I understand that completely, so it's no surprise that she never wants us to play with other people again."

"I'm sure that never doesn't mean never," she explained.

"You seem pretty sure," I laughed. "Why do you think that?"

"Because my husband and I are pretty much in the same boat," she confessed. "We haven't had sex in a long time, and pretty much for the same reason, so it's been frustrating for me as well." Pausing a moment, she added, "I still want to have sex, but I want to change the way that he wants to do it each, and every time. You know. HIS way each and every time!"

"Not each, and EVERY time," I laughed.

"Okay," she laughed back. "But you know what I mean. "All he wants is to get off, and he always does it so quickly. I'd like a lot more foreplay. You know. Like your wife's desire to touch, and play with another person, except that I'm the one who wants to be played with, and touched."

"I understand," I answered back with confidence. Then with a laugh I said, "Maybe the four of us should play in the same room, and have some foursome fun."

Laughing out loud she reminded me, "But that would only get you guys off. How would that be good for us?"

"You wouldn't enjoy it?" I asked.

"I'm sure I would," she answered back. "But it wouldn't be a lot different than what we've already done. I guess I'm not seeing the point here."

Before I could manage a reply she added a surprising comment.

"Maybe your wife and I should play while you and my husband watch," she said in a tone of voice that seemed half serious.

"Promises, promises," I laughed.

"Has your wife ever been with a woman before?" She asked.

"When we've played with other couples she has, even though she's straight," I told her. "Sure."

"Now THAT would be hot," she replied back with enthusiasm.

"Have you played with women before?" I asked.

"Not really," she answered back, "and never with my husband. I think he might get too jealous if I was to play with a woman. You know; something he might not know how to deal with even though I'm sure he'd love to watch."

"What do you mean 'not really' and have you ever discussed this with him before?" I asked.

"I mean I played a little bit with women in college when we were kind of drunk," she explained, "and it was fun, but it never really went anywhere. And no, I've never talked to my husband about it." Then she asked, "How did you get your wife into playing with women if she's straight?"

"Well," I tried to explain, "I used to tease her about possibly surprising her with a woman while I had blindfolded, and tied down."

As I was about to go into more detail, she interrupted by exclaiming, "Wow! That would be SO hot. I wish my husband would do something like that with me."

"You two have never gotten into bondage sex before?" I asked.

"NEVER!" She exclaimed.

"I highly recommend it," I told her. "It's also a great way to have foot fetish fun."

"I can ONLY imagine," she replied in frustration.

"Well, don't say 'ONLY' imagine," I teased her. "After all, you're making me think of a really naughty scenario that my gut tells me you'd really enjoy."

"Do tell," she laughed. "Do tell!"

"I think you should have your husband invite my wife and me over to play with you just after he's blindfolded you, and restrained you spread eagle completely naked on your bed." After a quick pause even though she had already told me, I added, "I mean, he DOES like to watch, right?"

"Right. He does likes to watch me with other guys," she reminded me, "but that's the extent of it. I've broached the subject of playing with another couple, and he pretty much told me he wasn't interested."

"That seems odd," I replied in disbelief.

"Not really," she explained. "I think one of the reasons he thinks I might enjoy women too much is because he seems to be into guys more than he'd admit to me."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure," she told me. "I've always kind of felt that about him, and even though we've had pretty good sex while it lasted, his interest has waned in such a way that he's either become asexual, or he has a closeted interest in being with other guys. I should point out that I'd be fine with it if that's what really turns him on. I'd just like to know."

"Maybe he doesn't know himself," I told her. "Or maybe be does, but he's too afraid to deal with it."

Suddenly she blurted out, "You want to play with my feet, don't you?"

I laughed. "Of course I do."

"Your wife doesn't have a foot fetish, does she?" She asked.

"She doesn't," I answered back. "As it is with a lot of fetishes, that's mainly a male dominated fetish. But she definitely appreciates, and notices pretty female feet, and your she'd most definitely enjoy in more ways than one."

"Promises, promises," she replied with a laugh. "I don't have a foot fetish, either, but like your wife, I take notice of other women's feet, and I find pretty feet to be arousing. I'm guessing your wife has pretty feet, so it's too bad that she's gotten tired of your whole bondage sex routine. Othewwise, I have to tell you, I think it would be pretty hot to surprise, and play with her while she's blindfolded, and bound."

"My thinking too," I replied back with a smile. "But I have another thought if you'd be up for it."

"Do tell," she said to me again. "Do tell."

"I think you should come over to our house to be the center of attention for some naughty foot fetish bondage fun," I suggested quite seriously, adding, "and then you could very naugtily turn the tables on my wife to do the same to her after we've had fun with you."

Obviously not objecting to my suggestions, she asked, "Your wife would go for that?"

"Well, the first half of what I suggested she would. As for turning the tables on her," I explained, "she's been in similar circumstances, and whenever a woman has playfully gotten sexual with her, particularly when she's been naughtily tricked, cajoled, or aggressively taken control of, it's really turned her on to suddenly be blindfolded, and tied down for pleasuring."

"That kind of turns me on just hearing about it," she confessed. "And I have to admit that the idea of blindfolding a naked woman, and tying her down is something I can easily see myself getting off on."

"It's certainly a lot of fun," I told her. "No doubt."

"So how would we go about doing this?" She asked. "I mean, IF I was to agree to it, that it."

"Ironically enough," I happily told her, "I just had a conversation about this with my wife just before I came here."

"Really?" She asked in disbelief.

"Really," I said matter-of-factly. "It's kind of a running joke between us. Sometimes she says it, and sometimes I do, but the bottom line is that we tease each other about bringing somebody home to 'tie up and tickle' whenever we're being playful, and we see a pretty woman."

"Like getting together now?" She asked.

"That's certainly possible," I answered back. "But I'd obviously have to check in with my wife."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but with you since we're having such a great conversation, I can actually see myself going over to your house to play. I'm already very comfortable with you." With a big smile on her face she added, "I mean, I just took a really nice shower after working out at my health club, so I'm already fresh, and ready to get naughty."

"You don't happen to go to L.A. Fitness down on the corner, do you?" I asked while pointing to the west of Home Depot.

"I do, and you?" She replied.

"Yes, that very location," I told her. "I was just there myself."

"We might have passed each other, and didn't realize it." She laughed.

"Had you been wearing your sandals I would have," I said with a big smile on my face.

"Do you live near here?" she asked.

"Right up the hill, and a mile or so over," I told her while pointing to the south.

"I'm that way. Just two blocks from the beach," she said while pointing to the west.

"It's a small world," I said with excitement that she lived so close.

With obvious excitement herself, she said, "I can't believe I'm putting myself out there like I am, but if your wife is up for it, I think I can be talked into going over to your place right now if you're really serious about it."

"All I can tell you for sure is that I just talked to my wife about this, and she was most definitely in the mood to play," I told her.

"Would I be able to talk to her?" She asked. "I'd probably feel more comfortable about coming over if I knew she was on the same page as we are."

"There's only one way to find out," I replied. "I'll give her a call right now to see if she's serious about this fun little game she and I have been playing."

"Now I'm suddenly nervous," she admitted.

"Well then, I better hurry up and call," I told her. "I don't want you to change your mind," I added with a laugh.

I think she was just about to say something to me when I held up my finger to let her know my call home had connected. I was happy to note that my wife answered in quite a jovial mood. I would have put us on speakerphone so that my new friend with benefits could feel more comfortable with what I had told her about my wife and me, but I didn't want to call attention to our little corner of Home Depot where we had been afforded relative privacy during our conversation.

When my wife answered the landline into our house, I asked her point blank in a playful way, "Do you remember how when we see an attractive woman we joke with each other about bringing them home to tie up, and tickle?"

Right away my wife playfully asked, "Why? Do you have somebody you want to bring home right now?"

With a thumbs up signal to my new friend with benefits, I answered back, "As a matter of fact I do."

"For real?" My wife asked. This time her tone didn't seem so jovial. "What's her name, and when did you meet her?"

It was at that moment with embarrassment that I just realized my new friend with benefits and I hadn't exchanged names. "You know," I tried to explain to my wife, "I didn't actually get her name yet, but she's standing right next to me at Home Depot on the same street as our club, and uh, hang on a second. Let me ask."

With a laugh, and courage that both pleased, and surprised me, my new FWB grabbed my phone, and started talking to my wife. "Hi. I hope you don't mind that I've barged in on the phone call, but my name is Debbie, and I've been having quite the conversation with your husband here whom I met only a little while ago here at the Home Depot. Is it okay that I'm talking to you?"

When Debbie stopped talking, I could tell that my wife had responded. With hope that everything was going well, the smile on Debbie's face told me that she seemed pleased with what my wife was saying to her. It was a little unnerving for me, though, because all I could hear was Debbie's side of the conversation. Then, with a thumbs up signal to me from Debbie, I heard her answer a question that my wife had obviously asked.

"No, I've never done anything like this either," I heard her say. "But the whole idea of surprising somebody who is blindfolded and bound really intrigues me, and I've never done anything like that with my husband."

After a bit of a pause I heard Debbie say, "Yes, I'm married, but things have gotten kind of stale lately. I guess you can say that the timing of your husband and I meeting today at this time on this day was perfect."

Then she laughed, and obviously responded to a question my wife had posed about who'd be the center of attention. "I know. It's not like I can surprise you now, which I think could have been a lot of fun. Besides, your husband told me that you've kind of gotten tired of the whole being tied down thing since you're such a tactile person."

Then my wife took over the conversation, and took it over for a while. The longer she talked without a response from Debbie except for her occasional "huh, huh," and "yeah" replies, the more I worried about this opportunity for playing being ruined. Then I heard something positively promising.

With another thumbs up in my direction, and a smile on Debbie's face, I heard her say to my wife, "That sounds fantastic. It's been a while since I've done that, and I could really use that kind of zoning out. Thanks so much for the offer. I'll definitely take you up on it."

Debbie then reached into her purse to pull out a pen, and to my happy surprise I could see that she was writing down our address. "Here," she said while handing my phone back to me. "Your wife wants to talk to you." With a satisfied look on her face, and a quiet whisper into my ear before she suddenly disappeared, she said to me privately, "Your wife sounds great, and I can already tell that we're going to have a lot of fun together."

"She sounds sweet," my wife said to me right away. "The thing is," she continued with a stern, but nonethless playful voice, "this has to be done MY way, or it's not going to happen. Do you understand?"

"Of course," I told her. After all, what else was I going to say? I wasn't about to ruin anything good that may have come up during her conversation with Debbie. Besides, I was pretty much always the one who took the lead in our sexual fun, which was a big part of our problems. So the way I saw it, having my wife take control of things could only be good or us. She was obviously enthusiastic about it.

"Good," she said rather playfully. "I don't want you to come back home for another 90 minutes. If you can do that for me, I promise you won't be disappointed. Can you do that?"

"Sure," I told her even though I knew it would take all of my will power to stay away.

"And one more thing," she told me. "I left a present for you in your backpack, and I want you to use it in about 1 hour."

"Okay," I told her. "I will."

"I'll see you in 90 minutes starting now," she said with a little laugh. "I'm really looking forward to it."

Then we exchanged one of our joke nicknames when we're having fun together, and she ended the phone call. I could hardly wait to see what was in my backpack, which she knew I'd have with me since she knew I was going to our health club. Inside I found her present of a small tab of chocolate 420 along with a note that read, "I'll be enjoying one of these at home, and I'll be waiting for you just like you want by the time you get back home. Let's have a lot of fun tonight!"

I realized my instinct about my wife's jovial mood had been correct; that she had been in a playful mood earlier on, and had likely planned to engage in a blindfolded self bondage session for me right before she knew I would be coming back home. She had done this for me numerous times before, but this opportunity to change our routine thanks to Debbie's involvement had likely inspired her to come up with a naughty plan of her own.

I could hardly wait for the 90 minutes to pass, which seemed to be taking forever. I looked at my phone to check the time, and unhappily found out that only 25 minutes had passed. By my calculations, that would mean Debbie and my wife had probably spent about 15-17 minutes of time together by then. Knowing my wife as well as I do, my thinking was that she and Debbie were probably chatting up a storm, and hadn't gotten into any playing. I wouldn't have been surprised to have come back home after 90 minutes to find that they were still chatting it up.

But then I suddenly got a text from Debbie that read, "May be able to turn the tables on your wife ... not sure yet ... play along VERY quietly ... MY place ... address coming up."

I could hardly believe it. "Is this for real?" I almost asked myself out loud. I quickly texted back, "Got it!"

Another text suddenly came through, which read, "This may take a while ... be patient ... text back address when I can."

"Thanks," I texted back.

While I waited for another text, my mind went crazy with all kinds of thinking about what could be going on.

Five minutes went by; nothing!

Another five minutes went by; nothing!

Then another five minutes went by; still nothing!

After another 3 minutes or so, another text from Debbie came through that read, "Better than expected ... us, 420 bliss ... key underneath right squirrel ... BE QUIET ... you are NOT here ... park out of sight."

"Address?" I texted back.

She texted back her street number, and unit number, which is all I really needed since I knew which city she lives in even though she hadn't named it. We actually live in different cities although we're probably only about 3 miles apart. Besides, I was still at Home Depot, so I was already halfway there.

"On my way," I texted back. "But QUIET and NOT with you as instructed. VERY NAUGHTY ... LOVE IT ... Thanks!"

Parking was easy to find just around the corner of Debbie's place so that I could park out of sight. I really didn't know what to expect, but I had an idea. I did wonder if her husband would be home, but I didn't think that was likely given what she had told me about him. I wouldn't mind either way, but I still wondered.

Wanting to be discreet, I carefully looked around to see if any of Debbie's neighbors were around her building, which turned out to be a really nice townhouse complex. Nobody was around, so I walked over to her unit, lifted aside a squirrel sculpture on the right, and retrieved the key that she had left for me to let myself in through the private security gate to her place.

My heart was already beating with the excitement of following Debbie's lead to go over to her place, and the sight of that hidden key made it beat even harder. Not having a 2nd key, I figured her front door would be unlocked, so I tested the knob to see that it was, and I quietly let myself inside. Her place was well appointed with really nice furnishings, and I could see even from the outside that she and her husband's townhouse was two stories.

I very quietly locked the door behind me, and slipped off my shoes since their place was really clean, and I presumed this was something she had everyone do. Sure enough, not only did I see some shoes lying nearby, but with a thrill I noticed that my wife's flip-flops were there as well.

The bottom floor had well appointed wood flooring as far as I could see, and the well polished wooden stairs had a similar look to match the downstairs wood flooring. Knowing that my wife had surely been impressed with their place, I quietly made my way upstairs to see that the hallway had wood flooring as well. At the top of the stairs there was a really nice painting of a woman on a balcony overlooking the ocean who was wearing what looked like a flowing translucent silk kimono. But what really caught my eye were her bare feet, one of which was showing a very sexy wrinkled sole as she looked out to the ocean.

Even though there was still plenty of light outside because it was in the late afternoon, the upstairs was relatively dark, which I had noticed right away. I later learned that Debbie had purposely wanted to darken the upstairs for the ambiance of having naughty fun, so she had pulled down the shades in the hallways, and had done the same in the bedroom. The hallway still had a good bit of light in it, however, because there was a large skylight in the middle of the hallway's very high ceiling.

I noticed that two guest rooms were just to the left of the painting down the hallway, and in between them at the end of the hallway was a good sized full guest bathroom. Taking a quick peek as I quietly walked in that direction, I also noticed that there was a lot of shelving for linens and such in the hallway, and there was also a nicely sized laundy room.

In the other direction as I walked that way, I saw two more rooms, the smallest of which was being used as a home office. The largest room as I had guessed from the layout of the upstairs was their master bedroom. The closer I got to it, the more excited it made me. Even before I got to its open door I could see flickering lights, which in part I could see as I discreetly peeked inside turned out to be the light of the bedroom's faux fireplace with the rest of the flickering coming from about a dozen candles that had been placed throughout the room.

As I sneaked a peek, I almost blew my cover by gasping aloud because of what I saw when my eyes adjusted to the flickering lights. In the middle of the bed was my very naked wife whose arms and legs were spread far apart, and secured in place by padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Happily oblivious to my very quiet entry into the bedroom, Debbie was in between my wife's legs, and keeping them spread apart by pressing her own legs against them while she teasingly massaged my wife's liberally lubricated pussy lips.

Debbie was obviously so aroused by what she was doing to my bound and naked wife that I wondered for a moment with admiring amusement if she had downplayed her interest in women. After all, as I watched in silence with heightening arousal, Debbie became much more aggressively sexual with my wife, and in turn as I've enjoyed seeing her react with other women, my wife seemed to be on the same pleasurable wave length of satisfaction that Debbie was enjoying.

Suddenly to my disappointment, but understandable considering how this naughty fun had gotten started, Debbie interrupted my wife's pleasure with what seemed to be a declaration that it was time to contact me. It was only at that moment when Debbie lifted them off when I realized my wife had been wearing headphones. Another big thing that I had somehow missed was seeing how Debbie had put my wife into the mystery of darkness. Instead of a blindfold, she was wearing a fitted black head mask that covered her face entirely except for her mouth and nostrils. I was a bit shocked that I had missed such an extreme way to keep her from seeing me. What a rush!

"Sorry to interrupt," she told my wife, "but you're husband should be walking into your house at any moment now if he followed your instructions to stay away for ninety minutes."

"It's been ninety minutes?" My wife asked.

"Just about," Debbie told her.

"It sure doesn't seem like it," my wife replied.

"I know," Debbie giggled. "Time sure does fly when you're having fun."

"What are we going to do?" My wife asked.

It was only then that Debbie turned around to look at me. I guess she had already seen me enter the room, or maybe she just noticed. Either way, I was happy with what was going on, so I was fully on board with whatever direction she wanted to go.

With a big smile on her face, and a thumbs-up signal to silently let me know that things between them had been going well, which I could obviously tell, she crossed her fingers to silently hope with me that she could push the envelope with her further, and then put one finger in the air to signal that I should hang on for a moment longer to see what might happen next.

"Well, we still have a couple of minutes, but ..." Debbie trailed off.

"But what?" My wife asked with a laugh in a tone that seemed to be a bit sarcastic.

Evidently, Debbie felt the same way. "Not with that tone!" She exclaimed, at which point to my surprise she suddenly spanked my wife's bare ass with a really good smack.

"OWWW!" My wife cried out. "That hurt!"

"Then you know what NOT to do," Debbie scolded her. Even though Debbie was suddenly role playing the part of a strict Domme, I could tell that she and my wife must have had the same kind of fun before my arrival. Still, because I knew this Domme/sub stuff was out of my wife's comfort zone, I had to wonder how much she could be enjoying this with Debbie.

Then agian, as they continued to talk, fears about my wife's welfare were lessensed when it began to seem all too clear to me that she was really getting off on how Debbie was playing with her.

"Okay, okay," my wife kind of cried with what seemed to be feigned regret. "I'll do whatever you say."

"NOT whatever I say," Debbie scolded her again as she also gave her ass another hard smack. "Do what YOU want to do!"

"But how can I do what I want to do when I'm tied and helpless like this?" She reminded her with what seemed to be a very happy giggle. Her tone of voice told me she was only putting up a mock protest. "It's not like I LET you tie me down. You tricked me! You told me you were going to give me a really naughty massage, and I fell for it."

Along with her own amusement, but I think for my benefit as well, Debbie reminded her, "But you DID let me tie you down."

"For the massage," my wife protested. "You weren't supposed to keep me tied down."

"So you're saying to want to be untied?" Debbie asked.

With a sheepish reply my wife giggled, and said in a drawn out tone, "E v e n t u a l l y."

"You are such a bad girl," Debbie told her. "You're obviously enjoying this, and so am I, so I think I should keep you tied down a while longer."

"But what about my husband?" She asked in what seemed to be a serious question.

"What about him?" Debbie asked.

"He's going to wonder where I am," my wife said matter-of-factly.

"Then let's tell him," Debbie replied. "I'm sure you're right. He's probably gotten home, so he must be wondering where you are."

"But do you really want him to come over now?" My wife asked.

"Do you?" Debbie returned the question.

Talk about turning the tables. I was amused by Debbie's manipulation of my wife's obvious desire to play without me, and I fully undertood it. I was also pretty impressed that Debbie's playful manipulation seemed to be working perfectly.

"Well," my wife stammered, "I'm certainly not in a hurry to have him join us."

"Neither am I," Debbie told her.

"And I, uhhh ..." My wife trailed off.

Saving her the embarrassment of having to admit it outright, Debbie interrupted. "Would you prefer that we keep this a secret from him?"

"Is that too much to ask?" My wife queried. "Does that make me a bad person?"

With yet another hard smack on her ass, Debbie laughed, and said, "Not a bad person, but a very, very bad girl."

To my surprise my wife continued with what was turning out to be a real experimentation on her part when it comes to being spanked. "If we keep this a secret from him, are you going to spank me?"

"Yes I will," Debbie knowingly laughed. "You're being a bad girl, so you need to be spanked."

"I think YOU are the one who wants to spank me," my wife told her rather abruptly. "Not the other way around."

"Of course I do," Debbie admitted. "But don't think it's not getting you hot." Placing a couple of fingers in her sopping pussy, she added, "Look at how wet you are from it."

"I know!" My wife exclaimed. "I don't understand it. I HATE to be spanked, and yet, you're making me all wet."

"Okay," Debbie replied back with authority. "We can't put off calling your husband any longer," she explained. "It'll be your call. Do what YOU want to do."

"But," my wife objected. "I don't know what to do."

"You'll know what to do," Debbie assured her. "And now it's too late," she said as she silently signalled me to leave the room. "I'm calling your husband now from your phone, and I'll put you on speakerphone so that he won't know how tied and helpless you are." Then with a laugh she added, "Unless you want him to know. It's YOUR call."

With a thumbs-up signal to Debbie as I scurried out of the room, and headed downstairs, I knew to get as far away as I could so that my wife would think I was at home. I had already silenced my phone before walking into Debbie's place just in case somebody called while I was pretending to be absent.

As soon as I saw my phone lighting up with Debbie's call, albeit it was clearly coming from my wife's phone, which I obviously knew ahead of time, I almost put my end on speakerphone after answering. It probably wouldn't have mattered either way since I was so far away from the bedroom, and another floor below theirs.

"Hey, what's up?" I said as soon as I answered. "I got home a little while ago, and you weren't home."

Happily for me considering that I wanted my wife to think I was stupidly unaware of what was going on just to see what might come of it all, she started right away with a really big lie. "Change of plans," she told me in a tone of voice that she tried to keep calm even though it was pretty clear that she was nervously excited. "Debbie and I decided to have a nice chat over a salad so that we can get to know each other better."

"Oh, okay." I told her in a disappointed tone of voice even though I tried not to sound too disappointed. After all, I didn't want her pissed at me.

"You sound disappointed," she replied quite sincerely.

"It's all good," I told her. Then I gave her my own white lie. "I wasn't really expecting anything."

"Of course you were," she said knowingly. And then she kind of laid into me a bit. "Like I was saying to Debbie, we wives have to stick together, and keep our husbands in check."

"You've got me on that one," I laughed. "Okay then. Have a nice time."

"We already are," she answered back.

A bit to my surprise I suddenly heard Debbie say, "We've got to go. Our order's up." Then the called abruptly ended. Obviously, Debbie had ended it since my wife had no control over what Debbie did, which in and of itself got me hard thinking about it. I almost tripped over myself trying to get back into the bedroom so that I could get a good handle on what was going on in my wife's head.

Even before I got back into the room, which probably took me only about twenty seconds or so, I could hear the sound of my wife being spanked very steadily, and hard. Remember, she had always told me she had no interest in being spanked, nor was she interested in spanking anybody. She had in fact always made it clear that she had an aversion to spanking, and that she would never get into it. That's why I was shocked to see what I saw when I walked into the bedroom.

Not only was Debbie spanking my wife in a very steady fashion, and hard, but my wife seemed to be really be getting off on it even though it also seemed that she was really struggling to escape Debbie's open hand, which I could see was about as red as my wife's butt. Raised as it was because by then Debbie had placed firm pillows underneath my wife's upper thighs, and hips, the raising of her ass had effectively immobilized her. She was unable to move more than an inch in any direction, which made her immobilization complete.

To Debbie's credit, she gave my wife breaks in between each spanking session, which when I counted were ten at a time. Debbie also used the added stimulation of a vibrating egg that had been inserted inside my wife's pussy along with a powerful vibrator that was lodged in place to keep her clit at a heightened state of arousal while she was being spanked.

Additionally, as Debbie sat on the back of each one of my wife's legs to keep her exposed soles in place as she switched back and forth between them, she very expertly used a Wartenberg wheel on every inch of each one of my wife's soles, including the pads of each one of her toes to elicit what I could clearly see were multiple, and continuing moments of intense pleasure.

My wife is NOT into pain, which I learned later that she had cautioned Debbie about, and yet, Debbie seemed to intinctively know how far she could go with my wife's naked and bound body. However Debbie was able to keep her aroused, and excited, my wife most definitely had more orgasms than I've ever seen her have, and she also squirted female ejaculations more times that I've ever seen her squirt. Despite those moments when I would think Debbie had maybe gone too far, my wife very clearly enjoyed being sexually dominated by her.

At one point Debbie quietly ushered me out of the room again with one of her hands outstretched to indicate I could come back in five minutes, of which it seemed she silently mouthed to me as well. Upon my return my naked wife was on her back, and restrained spread eagle again. This time, however, Debbie had placed wide strips of leather above and below each of my wife's knees so that, along with the four point wrist and ankle restraints, her legs were effectively locked down, and immobilized for the strictest bondage in whiuch I've ever seen her.

In addition to the stricter bondage, which of course included the black full face mask, Debbie had placed a red ball gag into my wife's mouth, and secured it into place with the help of a chin strap that made it impossible for her to talk. And again, my wife was wearing headphones. The soundproofing of those headphones were so well designed that Debbie felt comfortable enough with me to talk, although to play it safe she kept her talking to a whisper.

Ironically, although in restrospect it makes sense now, my wife has never shown an interest in bondage unless it's soft, and quite frankly as she's reminded me over the years, bondage isn't her thing, so she's really only indulged me with it. And yet, here she was getting off on the strict bondage that Debbie had her in, and it was clear that she was hooked on this kind of sexual domination. I never would have known!

Another first for my wife after her legs and ankles were freed while her wrists remained secured, was the feeling of being fucked by a strap-on, which Debbie was eager to use to fuck my wife. She did tell me, however, that I would have to hide myself in the closet if I wanted to watch so that she could assure my wife that she was the one who was fucking her instead of a man. She also told me she'd have to remove my wife's ball gag soon since it can make a woman's jaw too sore if it stays in too long.

Having Debbie fuck my wife with her strap-on was one of the hottest scenes I've ever enjoyed, especially since it ended up satisying my wife more than she had expected. Not only did she really get off on how Debbie forced herself inside of her, and she loved the Domme/sub dynamic, most especially since she still feels that she's straight, making it extra naughty, and taboo, but she clearly got off on what she thought was my real absence. Debbie and I decided to let my wife guide our future plans, which ended up meaning as she correctly guessed, that my wife would choose to keep what happened with her a secret from me.

As things are now, Debbie does what she can to have me over in secret so that I can watch, but that can't always be possible, so sometimes she actually sexually dominates my wife entirely without me. And because her husband isn't out if town on any regular basis, that means she comes over to our house from time to time; obviously when my wife thinks I'm far enough away to have Debbie over without me knowing as far as she knows.

The added benefit for me is that every once in a while we get to have threesome fun with Debbie. That includes having her be our sexual submissive, which she enjoys as well. As you'll recall, Debbie's feet happen to be perfect in every way. Even my straight wife who doesn't actually have a foot fetish really enjoys helping me to play with Debbie's soles and toes.

There have been times when it seems that my wife will reveal to me her so-called secret fun with Debbie, but so far that hasn't happened. To be frank about it, Debbie and I feel that maybe their so-called little secret is best to be kept that way. If you're wondering, Debbie and I have never played on our own together except when my wife allows it when we arrange to start wihout her, ie., my wife enjoys joining us after we've started. Otherwise, Debbie and I don't play on our own. After all, there's no need so she and I to do that since my wife is usually very accommodating with both of us with threesome fun from time to time.

As for one day involving Debbie's husband, that will probably never happen, but the three of us are fine with that. Then again, you never know.

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