Be Careful on the Rebound

Hi I'm Paula, I'm 35 years old, with two teenage girls, and I have been happily married to my husband Andrew for almost 15 years, since I was 17. I'm a college lecturer, mainly Physics, but my particular subject is mathematics. English isn't my strength and I have no imagination so I want to tell you my true story, for which I apologise in advance. Those of you who know me, will know that something happened between Andrew and myself, just over four years ago, that rocked the foundation of my world, leaving me to reevaluate my marriage and my life. We are still happily married but it is changed.

Since I have opened up here on Literotica I have been subjected to some harsh words, much of it justified and I humbly accept your criticism. No excuses. To those of you who have written to me privately, you are very sweet and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If the rest of you want to know what happened over four years ago check me out.

I'm quite tall for a woman, 5'10", in heels 6'4", slim. I have long brown black hair, dark eyes, small breasts, good ass and long legs. I think I'm attractive because I get hit on a lot, but being a woman I can always find my faults.

Andrew never knew of my affairs and perhaps he never wanted to but after what happened to us, I suppose it was inevitable. When I was on temporary assignment in Milan, I fell in love with Vikas. He was the fashion manager of an Italian fashion house in Delhi, living in Milan for 3 months. It was a sexually charged relationship and he banged me everywhere including in the opera house, La Scala, but it ended badly when he proposed marriage.

On the rebound I met Marco, when I was living in Stockholm for a short time. Of Colombian origin, 40 years of age, he had grown up in Sweden, served his time in the Swedish military and left to go into I.T. He was tall, dark, well built and fanatical about physical fitness. At 35, I know how important it is for a woman of my age to keep in shape by exercise and I have a regime of going to the gym every morning and running when I can make time.

We had that in common when we met in the gym. Whereas my relationship with Vikas was one of equals, loving and sharing, Marco was much more assertive with a hint of the devil in him and he soon became more controlling and unhappy with me associating with anyone else. We fought but when we were making up the sex was incredible. All during our relationship, particularly during sex, Marco had a fantasy. He had a dream of taking me to his apartment, blindfolding me, undressing me and tying me to his bed. He would often relate it to me and it would often lead to passionate sex, particularly on his part.

I'm guessing you guys in particular, know what's coming next. It wasn't long into our relationship, when he began to talk of making his fantasy a reality. I wasn't keen and I really didn't want to know. It's great to fantasise during sex but fantasies are just fantasies. That's the whole point of them. They are never meant to be real, but Marco never stopped going on about it, at every opportunity, for weeks and weeks. First I said I might think about it, then I said I might consider it and finally I relented and agreed to do it. I loved the guy. Why refuse him the one thing he wanted in all the world?

He never spoke of it again for a few weeks and I was beginning to think he had got sense, but one Tuesday evening, when we were out running, he mentioned it again; it was on for the following Saturday afternoon.

I know it's illogical as I was going to be naked but I took great care dressing on the day. I dressed in white silk panties and a soft silk bra. I might have told you before, that my breasts are small and firm, no need for support. A bra for me is purely decorative and beautiful underwear makes me feel good. I wore a fitted white cotton blouse (shirt) and a navy blue fitted skirt, with a fine silver belt. Given the day that was in it, I have good legs and my skirt was a little shorter than usual. My shoes were 6" of high heel, blue to match my skirt, and a little silver handbag matched my belt. It was just after lunch when Marco picked me up and brought me to his apartment and straight into the bedroom.

He had been a military man, there was no softness or clutter in the bedroom, which was incredibly neat and functional, white walls, white porcelain floor, black IKEA wardrobe and a chest of drawers. For those of you that don't know IKEA is a Swedish manufacturer of quality flat pack furniture, There was a single large rug on the floor and white linen on the bed. I had seen the room often of course, so I knew what to expect. What I didn't expect was the ties attached to each corner of the bed. He had obviously gone to great lengths to acquire them. They appeared to be fastened to the four legs of the bed and threaded up to the four corners of the mattress, by the use of an adjustable plastic coated wire on which were attached what can best be described as black leather cuffs with a little lock on them. Looking at them I knew that when he put me into them I wasn't going anywhere.

I stood on the rug and he put the blindfold on me. Nothing special about it, the type of mask guys use to sleep during the day. It was very effective, I could see absolutely nothing and I was a little unsteady on my feet. I held onto his shoulder while removing my shoes and stood silently while he undressed me. First to go was my skirt, then blouse and finally bra and panties. When I was naked he helped me onto the bed, positioning me on my back exactly in the centre of it. He started with my wrists, attaching them to the leather cuffs at the top left and right hand corners of the bed, closing the locks with a key, and then my ankles at the bottom left and right hand corners. Then he went back to the adjustable ties and pulled them tight so that I was stretched out on the bed. It gave me a feeling of helplessness and of course it was frightening. Then he left the room, closing the door behind him. In the dark and helpless it's impossible to know how much time is passing but he seemed to be away for a very long time and I was beginning to worry that he might not come back, so it was with some relief I heard the door opening.

I could hear him at the bottom of the bed and feel the bed move as he knelt on it, felt the vibrating egg being inserted into my vagina, and the bed move again as he stood back from it. Then the egg started to vibrate at a very low level creating a very pleasant sensation. I could see him with my minds eye, with the remote in his hand, adjusting it. He began to play with the remote, speeding it up and slowing it down again, the pleasure increasing and decreasing with every turn of the dial. At every turn the pleasure would increase more until eventually I was close to orgasm but just when I thought I had reached it he would slow things down again, then fast again, slower again and again, almost torturing me. I was pleading with him to take me over the top but each time the vibrations would cease and then slowly begin again.

I felt the bed move as he walked up, one foot on each side of me, his knees resting on my arms and he put his cock in my mouth. It felt different somehow, maybe a little harder and bigger, not surprising, I suppose, and he seemed to be using a different shower gel. I began to suck his cock and I could feel him adjusting the speed of vibration in time with my sucking. The better I sucked the greater the pleasure. I began to suck his cock faster and the pleasure increased, faster more pleasure. My body was covered in sweat now as I sucked his cock with all my energy and I could feel my orgasm coming at last. He kept me on the highest peak for about 30 seconds and, as he came in my mouth, he turned the vibrations to maximum, tipping me over the edge and I felt for a moment that I was going to pass out with the strength of my orgasm.

The vibrations were low now, giving me time to recover but soon the pleasure came back. Slowly increasing then easing back again, as my orgasm began to build, speeding up, slowing down, my pleasure increasing and decreasing with every turn of the dial. Then right up as I'm ready to cum again and the despair at loosing it, please please let me cum and the exquisite pleasure when it happens. Then the slow vibration and the pleasure coming back, the cycle being repeated time and time again.

Then something odd happened.

Maybe it was instinct, or a noise or an unusual smell of deodorant, the smell of semen? but I felt there were others in the room. Shock and alarm at first but to my eternal shame, excitement too. They seemed to be taking turns playing with the remote toying with my orgasms, the cycle being constantly repeated until I was almost out of my mind.

Eventually I was totally exhausted and then everything ceased, the ties and the blindfold were removed and I sat up in the bed. There was nobody there but Marco. I asked him if there had been anyone else and he assured me there had been no one. I was so tired he left me home and I went straight to bed.

On the following Monday morning, he called me to check that I was ok and I assured him all was fine. Around about eleven I went to my favourite Swedish coffee shop and sat in my favourite corner with a double espresso, with a little jug of hot water on the side.

I could hear the ping on my phone and I opened my email to find an email from an unknown source showing photographs of me tied to the bed.

I dropped Marco and I never saw him again.