1. Being Husband


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    her date with Frederico, having first got my agreement to my wrists being manacled in front of me with my own thin leather belt. It was quite comfortable, except that I had to flex my wrists every few minutes to keep the bl**d flowing to my hands and avoid a bad case of pins and needles. Although my hands were tied at my front, my prick was firmly folded away behind me, and I found I couldn't stimulate it at all, no matter how hard I stretched my fingers! She had done it! I was in a crude form of chastity belt. It was 100% effective, and I was entirely dependent upon my wife for my release. I supposed that in an emergency I might be able to work the leather over a knife, but if I cut the belt Nadia would discover my crime. I was caught. As the hours passed I could not help but imagine Nadia's romantic evening. Sometimes as I grew excited visualising Frederico's renewed seduction of my wife I felt I was almost cuming, but it was impossible. The panti-girdle held my cock under lock and key, and a pathetic semi-erection was the best I could manage. I could rub my frustrated knob through the girdle on the edge of a table or other object, but I couldn't get enough friction to really pleasure myself. I had felt sorry for myself having to wank into my wife's knickers on my own honeymoon to gain relief; now I couldn't even do that! Frederico would be shafting Nadia before long I knew, pumping as much spunk into another man's wife as he cared to, making her orgasm again and again on ...
    his massive latin cock, whilst I couldn't even give myself a hand-job any more. For a short time I cried, but I felt I loved Nadia more than ever, and she had hinted that she'd give me some sexual relief at some stage, hadn't she? About midnight I got a shock. A key rattled in the hotel room door. I hadn't expected Nadia back so soon! My panti-girdle and belt were still firmly in place, so that was OK. I hoped Nadia was OK. She was. And so was Frederico. She had invited him back to our room - I couldn't believe it. Shamed by my bonds I tried to hide my hands, but Nadia already had the light on and was introducing me! &#034This is my husband,&#034 she explained. &#034You said you wanted to meet him Fredi... well here he is, trussed up and ready like you said!&#034 I felt a wave of cold shock come over me, and collapsed to my knees, my bound arms sticking out helplessly in front of me. &#034Stand up darling,&#034 I heard my wife's voice floating somewhere. &#034Don't worry. Fredi won't hurt you. I made him promise. And I want to take your trousers off so we can see your girdle.&#034 With that Nadia hauled me to my feet, loosened the belt in my trousers, pulled down the zip of my fly, and let my trousers fall to the floor. Of course the panti-girdle was still there, making me look like a pansy. I couldn't believe my nice, normal, middle-class Nadia was doing this to me. &#034Now sit in the chair darling&#034 she continued. &#034Fredi wants to fuck me on our bridal bed, and he ...
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