1. Aching All Over


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: llkop, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    I woke in the morning with my head sticking to the table because of the fluids spilt there the night before. I ached all over in different ways: My jaw felt stretched; my body was bruised; my back and ass checks stung; my asshole twinging and my cock was throbbing and drained. I lifted myself to get up, but was immediately pulled back down, still bound to the table by cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I settled back onto the table with my ass presenting to the empty room. ‘Was there anyone else in the house?’ My head pressed back against the sticky table and I closed my eyes to try and recall what had happened the night before. - I had taken the opportunity of an empty house to paint the spare room, which had needed done since we moved in several years ago. Mel, my wife, was out with her friends, a circle that she formed when she was at college and they are just as close now as they were back then. When they went out they always drank, and when they drank they really went for it. I was expecting her to be late home, so whilst painting I had a few beers and ordered take-out. I finished eating around seven, cracked open a few more beers and chilled out after my hard day’s work. ‘BING’ I reached over and checked my phone, I knew it was too much to ask for a day of peace from it. It was a message from Mel. ‘Coming home. Hope you are up for some fun tonight!’ That was definitely an upside to whenever Mel was out drinking, it made her completely sex mad. Probably a result of the ...
    mixture alcohol and female gossip about their own sex lives. I cleared up my beer cans and food containers and went upstairs to shower the paint off my body. After I was clean I dried as quickly as I could as I knew that Mel wouldn’t be long. I threw on the tightest pair of boxer-briefs that I owned, tight enough to emphasise my package but not so tight that it cut off the blood flow to my legs. I ran downstairs and popped the cork on a bottle of champagne that we had left over from a Christmas or birthday party and dropped it into an ice bucket. Mel loved champagne and I hoped that having this ready for her would be just the romantic push over her horny drunken edge that she needed, little did I know she had other plans. I stood by the ice bucket in preparation for the return of my wife. The door thundered open and I felt the gaze of six pairs of eyes staring me down. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t hide because I was in the middle of the room, there was nowhere to go, nothing to cover myself with. ‘Say something! Anything!’ I thought to myself. “Champagne, Ladies?” I panicked. The women charged in laughing and shouting. They walked straight past me and all sat on the sofas in the living room. I didn’t know what to make of the lack of reaction. “Six glasses of your finest, waiter!” Mel shouted over the rabble produced by her friends. I smiled, my last minute plan had worked and I was pretty sure that they were buying it. “Yes, ma’am.” I gathered the glasses, poured the ...
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