Revenge on the Hubby (F/M)

[Amberbound]

I know I said I’d post this story a while ago at the end of my last one, but truth be told, I really didn’t have one I felt was really “revenge” until recently. I’d tied him a few times, but never anything beyond what we’d normally do, though every time I did he was waiting for the twist so I could get back at him for tying me up with all of his friends downstairs, completely unaware of what was happening. But obviously, I bided my time

Revenge is a dish best served cold after all.

I finally decided to do it after one of our tie ups. I had been bound to a chair for a bit and he was untying me, having already removed the gag, so I started talking. “You know, I’m not going to say that I actually want to do this, but while I was tied, the thought crossed my mind of how it would feel if some of your friends were here to see me tied up.”

He looked at me a bit curiously. We have never been into doing anything with more than just the two of us, and honestly it was more of a passing thought than anything, but he shrugged and said, “I guess I can see that. It would be really embarrassing, but that sounds exciting in its own way.”

“Exactly! Maybe we need to start reaching out to our friends about bondage.” I smiled innocently as he finished untying me.

“You already have one dont you? What’s her name from college?”

“True, but she’s too far away to ask for something like that. But if she were closer…” I trailed off, watching him closely.

He chuckled. “If you want to bring her in for bondage I won’t complain, but I know for a fact that you don’t like sharing, so I don’t imagine you’d actually do it.”

And thus, my trap was set.

Anyone who’s been here a while might have read my stories and remember my roommate “Rachel,” with whom I used to have frequent tie up games with. All very innocent, but very fun for both of us, who before then had never had a real partner to do bondage with. We’ve stayed pretty close, but she lives several states away now, so interaction is limited. However, she had told me she was coming to my town for a work thing, and wanted to stay with us for a day or two to hang out.

I, of course, didn’t think it worth mentioning to hubby.

The night she was going to arrive, I told him I felt like tying him up. He agreed, as he usually does, though was a bit surprised when I told him I wanted him to keep his underwear on, just some dark blue briefs, nothing fancy.

“Any particular reason for that?”

“No, just the look I’m going for tonight.” I grinned and pulled out our armbinder, pulling it on and strapping it around his shoulders, crossed over his chest.

“And you seem to really want me to not get out tonight.”

“When have I ever wanted you to get out?” I brushed my waist past the bulge that was showing up under his briefs, and kept my hand on him as I moved around him to get in front of him. “Oh, I want to try something tonight, you trust me right?”

His eyes narrowed but he said “Of course I do” with just that hint of “what do you mean by that?” At the same time I pushed a ball gag into his mouth and tied a short rope to the straps across his chest as a leash. I began pulling him forward out of our bedroom and he stopped. We rarely did bondage out of there because it was the second floor.

“Just trust me honey~ all the blinds are closed downstairs, it’s private.” I led him down to the living room, showed him that I was telling the truth, and no one could see him in all his glory from outside. I kissed the ball in his mouth and set him on the couch, then tied his ankles and thighs with rope. He struggled a bit, but everything seemed pretty secure for the moment.

It was around then that the doorbell rang and he froze, eyes wide. He looked at me, completely quiet, not even moaning into the gag, as I smiled and stepped over to the door, making eye contact with him the whole time and opened it. His face was bright red with a mix of embarrassment, disbelief, and probably a bit of anger that I would do this, until it opened enough for Rachel to walk in, suitcase in hand, and the door closed behind her.

He groaned loudly, trying to get my attention, but I simply hugged my friend and asked her how she was doing. We began chatting, talking like it was any other day, and there wasn’t a man tied up next to us. He tried talking through the gag, telling me to let him out, and our chat slowly moved toward him. I sat down beside him and pulled him toward me, making his head lay on my lap, and Rachel casually lifted his feet up to be level with the rest of him, and took a seat in a nearby armchair.

Our conversation was completely normal. I talked about work and some friends and other stories while stroking my bound husbands hair with one hand, occasionally running the other across his bare chest. Rachel talked about her flight, her new home, and just about anything we could think of. Both of us simply refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room, no matter how much he moaned and groaned into his gag.

It ended up being nearly an hour of just chatting, and I could tell he was getting tired. No matter how much he had protested, the bulge in his underwear had been present all through out, and he hadn’t used any of our signals to be let out for emergencies, so he was fine with it, at least to an extent. But he was flagging a bit towards the end, so I suggested we continue this conversation in the morning and head off to bed. Rachel agreed, and dragged her suitcase over to her room.

When she was gone, door closed behind her, I looked down at hubby for the first time in nearly an hour, smiling, and reached down to begin helping him with his frustrations. After a minute or so, his briefs were damp, the bulge was gone, and he was moaning in pleasure. I untied his legs and removed the gag, keeping the armbinder until we got back to the bedroom, and let him back up the stair with the leash.

“Was it everything you hoped for?” I asked innocently.

“This was your idea, not mine.” He answered casually, stretching his arms as they were let out of the binder, and went to clean himself up, coming back a few minutes later to get into bed with me, and sighed as he laid down, and said “Yes, it was.” As he drifted off to sleep.

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@Amberbound
Nice and succinct.
The lack of description of the setting (eg, type of rug, period of the furniture, colour of drapes) allowed me to focus on the action.
Though I wonder why the briefs were blue.

I expect the next evening could see a couple of belles tied up in a corner of the living room in their underwear. Maybe a few buddies over to watch a game, ignoring the unusual decorations. Betting, with the winner getting to untie Rachel.

Of course it would have to move to fiction.

Thanks

ST

[Dpsiic]

To be honest. I just think what a lucky bloke your husband is.