Tied Up For The UPS Driver

Published early on our Previews page on Sunday, June 23, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Monday, July 1, 2024.

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"Have you seen Steve, the new UPS delivery guy?" My wife Connie asked after I came home from work.

"I think so," I answered. "He's really tall, and probably in his twenties, right?"

"He's actually thirty eight," she corrected me. "He just looks a lot younger. He told me that he's six foot, four inches tall, and he wears size twelve shoes."

"You asked about his shoe size?" I asked with a laugh. "You know what that means."

"Yep," she smiled. "He's got a big cock!"

"Maybe you should find out," I teased.

"Maybe I have," she teased me back

"Yeah, in your dreams," I laughed.

"I think you'd like that more than me," she quipped.

My wife knew me well. I always fantasize about other men fucking her, especially while she's tied and helpless to stop them. That was kind of our thing back when we were in our twenties. I'd surprise her with other men while she was blindfolded, and tied spread eagle completely naked on our bed. She loved it!

But after we had kids, I stopped surprising her with other men, and we mostly stopped the bondage fun, too. Now that we're empty nesters, though, I've been playfully teasing my wife that maybe we should get back into getting kinky again.

She always smiles, and says, "Okay."

The thing is, we're in our fifties now, and I'm no longer active on the kind of sites where one can find, and hook up with kinky partners. The last time I checked sites like that, I didn't find them very appealing, so I basically gave up on that idea.

For anybody who's into kinky fun, but who's gotten out of it for whatever reason, you probably know how hard it is to get that kink going again. At least it has been for me. My wife's obviously willing, which is great, but she's never been one to initiate sex. That's been for me to do.

I was feeling kind of stuck about it all when the perfect opportunity came up to reignite our sex lives again. Fortuitously, on a Saturday when I wasn't working, and I was mowing the front lawn while my wife was out running errands, a UPS truck pulled up to deliver a package for my wife.

When I saw that the driver was Steve, I told him, "I didn't know that you worked on Saturdays."

"I work a lot of Saturdays to pick up extra cash," he told me.

"Good for you," I told him.

"I have a package for Connie," he let me know.

"Yeah, she told me to expect it today," I told him. "She's out running errands right now."

I figured that he knew my wife's name, which of course he would because her name or mine would be on our packages. I did wonder, though, how well he knew her. I soon learned that he knew her pretty well.

With a look of concern on his face, he told me, "I think the item might be damaged. If it is, insurance should cover it, and I can confirm the damage for you if that's the case. This is my last delivery for the day, so it's not a problem for me to check it out with you."

"Thanks," I replied. "That's very nice of you to do."

"No worries," he added. "I'm supposed to do that anyway."

"Would you like a drink, maybe a glass of iced tea?" I asked. "My wife just brewed a fresh batch."

"That would be great," he answered. "I love your wife's iced tea! It's the best!"

Connie offered iced teas all the time to delivery people, and our mail person as well, but in this case I wondered with excitement if she ever offered Steve anything more than iced teas. I was hoping something sexual. If she had, which I fantasied that she would, I also wondered if he'd been receptive to it, which I also fantasized he would have been.

Aside from Steve's height, and good looks, I could see why my wife seemed enamored with him. His personality was captivating.

While I was pouring iced tea into a tall glass that I filled with ice, I was a little apprehensive about opening the package with him to inspect for damage. That's because I knew it was a new sex toy that she had purchased.

"I should probably tell you what's inside before we open this," I told him. "I don't want to offend your sensibilities."

"You mean because it's a sex toy?" He asked with a knowing laugh.

"How did you know that?" I asked.

"I've made a lot of deliveries from this company, more than you might think," he answered.

"That's great," I replied. "I'm glad that people are having fun."

"Me too," he agreed.

"I have to tell you that I've always fantasized about being a delivery guy, or a phone guy," I told him. "I mean, you hear stories all of the time about naughty sexual fun, stuff like that, you know? It makes you wonder if any of them are true."

With a laugh he told me, "Oh, they're true alright. I can assure you."

"Good for you!" I exclaimed. "That's great!."

"You don't have to answer this, of course, but have you ever had older women come on to you?" I asked.

"Not often enough," he laughed again, "which is a bummer because I have a thing for older women."

"How much older?" I asked.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he replied, "but your wife is like the perfect age for me."

"To be frank with you," I assured him, "I find that arousing. So Connie told you her age?"

"A while ago," he answered.

"There's no wrong answer here, so you can be straight with me, but has she ever come on to you?" I asked.

"Not really," he answered. "I mean, she's kind of flirty, as you must know, but no, she's never really come on to me.I think she just likes to get a rise out of me by teasing the possibilities."

"The possibilities? That sounds hot. Have you ever been tempted to come on to her?" I asked.

"All the time," he answered, "but I don't want to fuck my job up, you know? That would be disastrous."

"But you've had sexual fun before, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but only when they've made it really clear that they want to be with me," he answered.

"I want to show you something, and get your thoughts about it," I told him while motioning for him to follow me into our master bedroom.

"Okay," he replied.

I lifted the top left corner of the mattress, and pulled out a faux fur lined restraint, which had been hidden underneath the mattress.

"They're underneath all four corners. What are your thoughts?" I asked.

"I've gotten women off while they've been tied down before," he told me. "I'd love to do that again."

"Maybe something like this?" I asked while pulling up a couple of pictures on my iPhone to show him.

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"That'd be fantastic, especially having her blindfolded, but I'd want her to be tied down even more," he told me. "Something like this," he added while pulling out his iPhone.

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"Sweet! A six point restraint, and with her ass up in the air," I replied. "That would be hot!"

"And with a blindfold to make it more erotic," he reminded me.

"I'm with you on that," I told him.

That's when I revealed to him that I used to surprise Connie with other men while she was tied and helpless to stop them.

"You know, Connie kind of told me that you used to do that kind of stuff with her," he replied.

"She did?" I asked with excitement.

"Yeah, but she didn't really get into the details much, and she never showed me what you did," he answered.

"So it didn't go anywhere?" I asked.

"Not really," he answered. "She did tell me that you and I should talk, though, which made me wonder what she was thinking."

"I'm a little surprised that she didn't say anything to me about it," I told him. "I mean, it seems pretty clear to me that she'd love to have you play with her while she's tied and helpless."

"You think so?" He asked.

"I do," I answered. "Would you be interested?"

"Of course I would," he assured me. "Do you think that's even possible?"

"Oh, it's definitely possible," I answered. "I'll tell you what," I continued, "if you're free to come over tonight, I can test the waters with her, and then text you if it's a go."

"I'll make myself free for that," he laughed.

"Cool," I replied.

That's when I laid out a plan that I hoped would pan out.

"Just know that if things go south for whatever reason, you might have to leave with nothing to show for it if you end up coming over," I told him.

"Understood," he replied. "No worries on that account."

Later on after Connie got home, I told her that the package that was delivered appeared to be damaged. I acted as if it had been delivered while I was out, and I came back home to find it that way.

When I playfully asked her if we could enjoy a "sex date" later that night to see if her new sex toy works, she enthusiastically agreed, and told me that she could hardly wait for me to use it on her.

"This is going to be fun!" I told her with enthusiasm. "I can hardly wait."

When I got some time to myself, I texted Steve.

"So far, so good," I texted. "It looks like we're on. I'll send you a text later on while she's taking a bath to confirm it."

"I'm looking forward to it," he texted back.

I simply replied with a thumbs up emoji.

I tried not to seem too excited about our sex date. Whenever I've gotten too excited in the past, Connie ended up figuring out that I had arranged to surprise her with another man. That's usually not a problem because she almost always likes being surprised by other men, but every once in a while she's simply not in that frame of mind, so she'll flat out let me know to cancel any plan I've made if I've made it.

Even though I suspected that she thought I planned to surprise her, this time she didn't say anything to me about it.

After Connie got into her bath for our sex date, I texted Steve that everything was still going as planned. I let him know that I would text him again right after I had restrained her spread eagle on our bed with nothing on but a blindfold. Then I gave him an estimated time for him to be parked in front of our house.

"I'm hard already," he texted back.

I once again replied with a thumbs up emoji.

When I saw that Connie was getting out of her bath, I stepped into the tub to take a shower.

"I can't wait to use that new sex toy on you," I told her.

"Did you test it, yet? Does it work?" She asked.

"It works great," I replied.

"Oh good," she told me with a smile.

A few minutes later I stepped out of the shower, and toweled myself dry before walking into the bedroom. Connie was lying face down with nothing on but a blindfold. That meant she was expecting an erotic, and sensual full body massage. I had told Steve that was likely to be the case, and he had told me that he could happily get into that with her.

The ambience of the room was perfect with lighted candles everywhere, and sexy "fuck me" music was playing at a low volume. This is how she likes it, and so do I. Before I started giving her a massage, though, I secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed so that she was spread eagle.

"I'll be right back," I quietly told her. "I just want to warm up the massage oil in the microwave."

"Don't be long," she purred with anticipation.

"I won't be," I assured her.

This gave me the perfect opportunity to text Steve, which I did as soon as I got into the kitchen to warm up the massage oil in the microwave.

I texted, "She's face down ... tied ... blindfolded ... about to start her massage ... back door unlocked ... let yourself inside, but be quiet."

He texted back with a thumbs up emoji.

As soon as the massage oil was warmed up, I quickly made my way back into our master bedroom. Steve hadn't made it inside yet, but I knew that he'd be able to find us because I had given him a layout of our house for him to find his way.

In the meantime, I put a generous amount of massage oil into the palm of my left hand, and onto Connie's backside. Without a word being said, because she usually prefers silence, I began to give her a really great back massage. I've gotten pretty good at giving massages, and I could tell that she was enjoying it.

A few minutes later, Steve stealthily walked into our bedroom. The only thing that he was wearing was a very happy smile. His cock was already semi-hard, and it was big. I guessed it to be about nine inches. I could see how much he appreciated my wife's completely naked, and bound body. After all, she's in great shape without an ounce of body fat on her.

Steve doesn't have an ounce of body fat on him, either, and he's very muscular. While he was watching me massage Connie's back, I motioned for him to carefully step in to take my place. He and I had discussed having him take over for me, and we hoped to do it without her noticing the change. Our thinking was that the longer that she was unaware that Steve had taken my place, especially if she liked what he was doing, the better things would be once she realized that another man was massaging her.

I was impressed with Steve's massage techniques. From my perspective, he was quite a bit better than I was at giving a massage, which made me think that Connie had quickly figured out that another man was massaging her. If so, she didn't mind at all. I would even say that she clearly preferred his techniques over mine. After all, he was massaging her more methodically, and much more deeply, which she was clearly enjoying.

After giving her a very thorough full body massage from her head to her soles and toes that lasted a little over an hour, and I do mean literally massaging each, and every inch of her head, and massaging each, and every inch of her feet, the latter of which she seemed to enjoy the most, he did two things without objection from her that surprised me.

The first thing that he did, which I almost intervened to stop because it looked too severe, was to restrain her tightly, and well in six point restraints. I don't mean like what you see in the following two pics with rope that I showed before, either. I mean he used very professional looking faux fur restraints that he secured to the bed's frame with heavy duty straps made out of industrial strength fabric of some kind.

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Steve told me later that the fabric I saw him use was duck cloth, which is stronger than plain canvas, and which is the most common material that's used for institutional straitjackets. Very interesting!

Along with restraining her tightly, and well, he placed a long stiff pillow underneath her hips so that her ass was elevated, and her pussy and clit was completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to get her off.

But that's not the half of it. What surprised me even more than the effectively restrictive bondage was finding out that he has a foot fetish. There was no doubt about that when I saw him worshiping her soles, and her toes. And I do mean worship!

As soon as Steve put one of Connie's big toes into his mouth to suck on it, and suck on it, and suck on it as if he was a starving baby getting all of the milk that can be sucked out of mother's breast, she gasped out loud with what I would describe as extreme pleasure.

It was already clear that my wife knew another man was having his way with her naked, and bound body, but the foot worshiping that she was getting off on made it even more clear. After all, I don't have a foot fetish. Then again, I have to admit that I most certainly now have an appreciation for women's feet that I had never had before.

Steve did that for me, and all I did was watch him worship my wife's feet. Sure, I always knew that Connie has perfect feet. It's just that I never paid a lot of attention to them.

I then started to imagine how Connie was feeling. I mean, I was getting off on what I was seeing, but she was actually feeling it all. I could hardly wait to talk to her about it. It was obvious to me that what Steve was doing was being fully enjoyed, and appreciated by my wife. That was good. That was great. That was fantastic!

That's when Steve decided to reveal himself to her.

"Tell me the truth. You know that I'm not your husband, don't you?" He asked.

"I figured that he was going to surprise me with another man tonight, so yeah, I know," she answered.

Connie didn't seem to know that she was talking with Steve, which made what was happening really hot.

"That's pretty naughty of you," he told her, "and you know what happens when you've been naughty, don't you?"

Before she could answer, he gave her ass a hard smack with his open hand.

"Ow!" She cried out. "That hurts!"

"Does this hurt?" He asked her while fingering her dripping wet pussy, and clit.

"No, I like that," she told him.

He smacked her ass with his hand again just as hard as he had before.

"Ow!" She cried out again. "That really hurts!"

When he played with her pussy, and clit again, he started spanking her at the same time. This time she just winced at the pain of being spanked, and she tried to stay quiet. To my surprise, mainly because I didn't think that she liked to be spanked, her naked and bound body started to convulse with multiple orgasms, one right after the other until she began to squirt uncontrollably.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" She screamed while still squirting uncontrollably.

As soon as her climaxes began to subside, but while she was still a throbbing mess, he quickly freed her from the restraints, deftly turned her over into her back, and then just as deftly he restrained her wrists again to secure them into place.

He pulled her body taut towards him, lifted her legs over his shoulders while sucking her toes, and then he easily slipped his raging hard cock into her dripping wet pussy to fuck her.

"Oh God, yes!" She screamed out in pleasure. "You're so big! Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Fuck me hard! Oh God! I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again!"

"I'm cumming, too!" He screamed out while pulling off her blindfold to reveal himself.

"Steve!" She almost exclaimed with a laugh. "It's you!"

"The one and only," he replied.

When he started to pull away, Connie begged, "No, no. Please stay inside of me. I like how you feel inside of me."

That's when she noticed me looking at them from from the doorway.

"You didn't tell me that you were bringing Steve over to surprise me," she said in a tone of voice that almost sounded angry.

"Would you have let me come over if he had told you?" Steve asked her.

"I don't know," she answered breathlessly.

"Are you disappointed to see me?" He asked.

"No, no, no, not at all!" She exclaimed. "I'm just surprised!"

"A nice surprise, though, right?" He asked.

"A very nice surprise," she assured him, "especially because of what you did to my feet. That was amazing!"

"Amazing enough to let me worship your feet again?" He asked.

"Definitely!" Connie exclaimed. "My feet are yours!"

"Good," he smiled before grabbing holding onto her feet to worship them again.

Connie closed her eyes to enjoy the foot worshiping, but then she opened them again to look at me when I freed her wrists.

"Thank you," she silently mouthed the words to me. "Thank you."

She wasn't thanking me because I had freed her. She was thanking me for bringing Steve over to surprise her.

After worshiping her soles and toes again, he fucked her again while I watched, but this time without any restraints. I was almost jealous because Connie was tightly holding onto him as if he was making love to her. I suppose that's what was happening. Still, the jealousy I felt was a good kind of jealousy because a fantasy of mine had been fulfilled.

I didn't want to tell Connie that I started having fantasies of Steve coming over to fuck her while I was at work because if that actually happened, I probably would be jealous for real, which is something that I'd rather not feel. It's funny how jealousy works. When I'm part of the fantasy as a voyeur, I don't feel jealous, but if it's done behind my back, I would get jealous.

Interestingly, when Connie and I have sex, she'll sometimes spice things up by telling me that Steve comes over to fuck her while I'm at work. She says that he ties her up really tightly so that she's immobilized, and that he has his way with her while she's helpless to stop him.

Just before I'm about to shoot my load, she'll tell me that she likes it when he ties her up for sex, and that she likes being taken against her will, which always makes me explode with a huge climax.

Depending on her frame of mind when she wants to get me really excited, which in turns gets her more excited, she'll tell me that Steve sometimes brings his friends over for a gang bang to fuck her against her will while she's tied and helpless to stop them.

"They take turns fucking me, and they make me squirt," she likes to say, which always gets me hard as a rock.