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She’d never come so violently before. Bead-like drops of her secretions were
spilling into the water as her orgasm ran its course. I wish I had been fast
enough to capture her creamy goo before it hit the water. I switched off the
massager after I was sure her orgasm had ended. I removed the blindfold from
her eyes, and the gag from her mouth.
“That was damn sneaky,” she repremanded me in a good natured manner. “And I
loved it!”
“I couldn’t resist that surprise,” I told her.
“Well give me another. Something wet. Not water. And I want it down my
throat.”
I winked at my wife as I moved higher in the tub. I straddled her head with
my legs, raising the back of her head out of the water. Since she had her sexual
release, I needed mine desperately.
I guided my shaft past her anxious lips, as she engulfed me with her mouth.
It was like a prison door snapping shut around me. Her tongue darted all over
my prick, like a competitive athlete, trying to beat an existing record.
She bathed my prick with her talented tongue, licking more enthusiastically
than ever before. This act of bathtub bondage had transformed her from a
passive cocksucker to one who puts a great deal of energy into her work. As
sensational pulsations sped through my pole, I felt lightheaded for an instant,
mind swirling as if caught in a whirlpool. My cock had braved her suck crazed
mouth and was getting closer to exploding.
I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term.
But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn’t hold back
another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic
manner.
Francie’s tongue didn’t let up its assault. It was persistent, wanting to
draw out every drop from my prick. She eagerly accepted the last of my cream.

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She’d never come so violently before. Bead-like drops of her secretions were
spilling into the water as her orgasm ran its course. I wish I had been fast
enough to capture her creamy goo before it hit the water. I switched off the
massager after I was sure her orgasm had ended. I removed the blindfold from
her eyes, and the gag from her mouth.
“That was damn sneaky,” she repremanded me in a good natured manner. “And I
loved it!”
“I couldn’t resist that surprise,” I told her.
“Well give me another. Something wet. Not water. And I want it down my
throat.”
I winked at my wife as I moved higher in the tub. I straddled her head with
my legs, raising the back of her head out of the water. Since she had her sexual
release, I needed mine desperately.
I guided my shaft past her anxious lips, as she engulfed me with her mouth.
It was like a prison door snapping shut around me. Her tongue darted all over
my prick, like a competitive athlete, trying to beat an existing record.
She bathed my prick with her talented tongue, licking more enthusiastically
than ever before. This act of bathtub bondage had transformed her from a
passive cocksucker to one who puts a great deal of energy into her work. As
sensational pulsations sped through my pole, I felt lightheaded for an instant,
mind swirling as if caught in a whirlpool. My cock had braved her suck crazed
mouth and was getting closer to exploding.
I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term.
But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn’t hold back
another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic
manner.
Francie’s tongue didn’t let up its assault. It was persistent, wanting to
draw out every drop from my prick. She eagerly accepted the last of my cream.

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Don’t worry,” I told her. “Just relax.” She wouldn’t relax. Instead she
constantly argued about having her vision impared. So to stifle her gasps, I
stuffed a pair of panty hose past her luscious lips. I know it wasn’t fair to
spring a blindfold, then a gag on her, but once she calmed down I knew she
would experience pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
“You’er going to thank me for this very soon,” I explained, even though she
was cursing me through the gag. I hooked up the shower massager to the taps.
Turning it on, a misty jet of water shot from the hose. I lowered it toward her
boiling box, pressing the nozzle against her pussy! Talk about wild reactions.
It was as if I had pressed a 10,000 volt wire into her crotch. Her body went
stiff as starch.


Don’t worry,” I told her. “Just relax.” She wouldn’t relax. Instead she
constantly argued about having her vision impared. So to stifle her gasps, I
stuffed a pair of panty hose past her luscious lips. I know it wasn’t fair to
spring a blindfold, then a gag on her, but once she calmed down I knew she
would experience pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
“You’er going to thank me for this very soon,” I explained, even though she
was cursing me through the gag. I hooked up the shower massager to the taps.
Turning it on, a misty jet of water shot from the hose. I lowered it toward her
boiling box, pressing the nozzle against her pussy! Talk about wild reactions.
It was as if I had pressed a 10,000 volt wire into her crotch. Her body went
stiff as starch.

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We’re always playing childish pranks on one another, so I decided to do
something to make her livid with anger. I would tie her hands with the panty
hose, connect the panty hose to the shower rod and leave her stranded in the
tub for a few minutes while I walked out of the room.
“Francie, will you but your hands behind your back for a second?” I asked
her. I want to wash you some more.” She placed her hands behind her back,
oblivious to my intentions. With deft speed, I wrapped the one leg of the
hosiery around her wrists, knotting it securley. Then I drew the other leg
over the curtain. She was immobile for the moment.


We’re always playing childish pranks on one another, so I decided to do
something to make her livid with anger. I would tie her hands with the panty
hose, connect the panty hose to the shower rod and leave her stranded in the
tub for a few minutes while I walked out of the room.
“Francie, will you but your hands behind your back for a second?” I asked
her. I want to wash you some more.” She placed her hands behind her back,
oblivious to my intentions. With deft speed, I wrapped the one leg of the
hosiery around her wrists, knotting it securley. Then I drew the other leg
over the curtain. She was immobile for the moment.

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His eyes fell upon me immediately. A few picoseconds later, he saw
the collar around my neck in all its splendor. “My life is over,” I
thought. I still hadn’t thought of a plausible explanation for this. Mr.
Johnson started to walk slowly and deliberately over to me, his eyes
fixed on the collar. Fifteen agonizing seconds later, he was standing next
to me. I thought the guy sitting next to me was going to have a siezure
stifling all his giggles. I continued to work, acting as though there were
nothing the least bit unusual about my predicament.

Finally, he spoke.
“What. The. HELL! Is. That??!” he said.

I don’t know how I thought of what I said. In fact, I’m pretty sure
I didn’t know what I was going to say until just as I was saying it. I’m
even more amazed that Johnson actually bought it and didn’t fire me on
the spot.

I turned to face him calmly, with total nonchalance, exuding
complete confidence in what I was about to say, even though I didn’t know
what it was yet. I didn’t even miss a beat.
“Grounding strap,” I said, and returned to work.
The guy next to me fell off his chair and nearly died laughing.


His eyes fell upon me immediately. A few picoseconds later, he saw
the collar around my neck in all its splendor. “My life is over,” I
thought. I still hadn’t thought of a plausible explanation for this. Mr.
Johnson started to walk slowly and deliberately over to me, his eyes
fixed on the collar. Fifteen agonizing seconds later, he was standing next
to me. I thought the guy sitting next to me was going to have a siezure
stifling all his giggles. I continued to work, acting as though there were
nothing the least bit unusual about my predicament.

Finally, he spoke.
“What. The. HELL! Is. That??!” he said.

I don’t know how I thought of what I said. In fact, I’m pretty sure
I didn’t know what I was going to say until just as I was saying it. I’m
even more amazed that Johnson actually bought it and didn’t fire me on
the spot.

I turned to face him calmly, with total nonchalance, exuding
complete confidence in what I was about to say, even though I didn’t know
what it was yet. I didn’t even miss a beat.
“Grounding strap,” I said, and returned to work.
The guy next to me fell off his chair and nearly died laughing.