Getting robbed in the worst (best) possible way
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Tracy, my wife, was subjecting me to another binge watching session of reality TV. I’d much rather be fucking her brains out, but this is what we do for love. When the doorbell chimed, she paused it and got up to see who it was while I stayed on the couch. I watched her disappear around the corner and heard our front door open. “Can I help you?” her voice asked nervously. Then I heard her give a soft yelp, and I was on my feet, heading for the front door. I got there just in time see her shut it, then she whirled around. She looked me up and down, then grinned slyly, and held out something to me. It was two pairs of handcuffs. Before I could ask where she got them, she said, “How about we go to our bedroom and fool around with these.” Thoughts about who was at the door temporarily vanished, and I led the way quickly to our upstairs bedroom. “Get your clothes off,” she ordered. She was usually very submissive in bed, so seeing her like this was getting me rock hard. She eyed our bed frame as I undressed. She went over and tested it, seeing how sturdy it was, as if she hadn’t been the one to pick it out a few years ago when we got married. “This’ll do nicely,” Tracy continued. “Now lay on your back on the mattress and spread your arms on each side.” I did as she said, and felt the cold metal bracelets tighten around my wrists moments later. “Wow, these feel like the real deal,” I said, giving them a tug. I couldn’t move, and felt very exposed. Tracy began to slowly undress. “Oh, they are. Got them off a real policeman last week.” I chuckled at her joke, but stopped as her amazing boobs came into view. Didn’t matter how many times I’d seen them, I always wanted to see them again. She climbed onto our bed in just her black panties and put her hair behind her head. Then she began kneading and shaking her boobs right in front of me. “Want me to fuck you?” she teased. “Yes, please.” She took off her panties and said, “Just remember, you wanted this.” I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t care, as her velvety soft pussy began sliding inch by inch down my throbbing shaft. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back in her head as she took me all in.” “Mm, I do like em big,” she moaned. Just then I heard a crash from downstairs. “Someone’s in the house!” I whispered, my eyes wide with alarm. Instinctively I tried to get up, but the handcuffs held me fast to the bed frame. My wife just smiled sweetly at me, and instead of helping me get free, she began to roll her hips, stirring up my dick inside her. She put her boobs just above my face and said, “Don’t worry ‘hubby,’ that’s just my partner coming to rob you now that I’ve successfully hopped your wife and handcuffed you to your bed. You don’t need to yell or struggle. Just stay hard for me and keep your eyes on these luscious tits.” As she said this, she began to feel herself up again, really appreciating her boobs like I’d never seen her do before. “Ooh, you got harder as you watched me play with her boobs. I can’t blame you. I’d be hard too if I were in my own body.” My wife began to bounce then, making her boobs jiggle each time. “Keep staring at em ‘hubby.’ And stay hard. Otherwise I won’t win the bet.” The squeak of the box springs grew louder, as did my wife’s moans as she rode me. “What bet?” I managed to ask. I watched my wife shudder as she came, then she resumed a slower pace on my cock that was begging for it to be his turn. My wife licked her lips and said, “I bet my partner that even knowing a hopper was inside your stacked wife, I could still get you to cum before we have to leave.” The bastard won that bet less than a minute later.
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Really loving the longer caps, keep up the amazing work!!!
