Guestroom Surprise (Self/F, M/F)

[boundjoker]

Sometimes I forget that folk don't read all the stories, so the descriptions of the players can get lost. My wife, at 40, is still a stone cold hottie and one I'm thankful that indulges in my TUG side since when we first got together it was definitely something she'd never have been interested in. Figure wise she was one of those ladies that has perfectly long, formed, legs not to skinny (the sort that are perfect for tying together and to things) with breasts that are still defying gratify and brown hair that falls over her shoulders. Why is any of that needed for this story? Because it helps paint the picture of what I walked into.

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I'd just gotten back from work and the house was empty. Nobody around, nothing in the oven and no notes. I figured everyone was off doing whatever and I would just relax with some Netflix. I'd only just sat down and turned on the TV when I heard a bump from upstairs.

"Hello," I called out, but no reply. I figured something had just fallen over and didn't think more, starting the show instead. The opening music had just played when there were a number of thumps and bumps. I paused the show and went to investigate.

Going upstairs the house was still silent and the bedroom doors were all open - allowing me to see into the rooms and see nobody was around. None of the windows were open either. Nothing had fallen over. I was about to go back downstairs when I spotted that our guestroom door was closed and there was a bit of light coming from beneath. The door being closed wasn't unusual as we rarely went into it, but the light was. I walked down the landing and opened the door.

To see a vision that caused the blood to rush from my brain to my dick.

My wife was lying on the bed, completely naked save for a pair of blank panties. Her legs were tied not side by side, but one of the other. Black rope around the ankles, then more above and below the knees. Her ankles were then secured to the bed with just enough to allow her to tug but not move around. She had recently started to get very into harnesses around her tits and had managed to do one to herself it seemed, a loop running around her torso beneath her tits and another above them, with ropes then coming over her shoulders to make a V that snugged everything up nicely. Her hands were above her head, tied crossed at the wrists and seemingly secured to the bedpost. She had on her eye mask and a thick cleave gag with a red scarf in her mouth. She was tugging at the wrists, but with no luck, and struggling about the bed.

"Holy shit!" I said.

My wife stopped moving instantly.

"Miimm?" she mumbled through the gag, blindfolded eyes turning to the rough direction of the door.

"Yeah," I said, walking into the room.

I reached down with by hand and ran my nails slowly up her body, stopping to squeeze her left breast. Her body arched beneath my touch. I reached down and tugged the gag out of her mouth.

"Oh thank god," she said. "I had wanted to practise a little but I wasn't able to get out."

"Practise?"

She shrugged her shoulders as best she could.

"Yeah, be able to tie myself up without always needing your help. I hadn't planned on you finding me."

"But you're naked."

"Well I wanted to feel sexy while doing it," she said. "How did I do?"

I reached down and turned her slightly to look at her harness. She had tied the rope for her wrists to the harness in a cinch knot of sorts, with a second then to the bed. If she tugged on one it tightened in the other direction, which would have made getting free a task.

"I see how you get stuck," I said, looking over her once more.

I won't deny it at this point I was incredibly turned on. Then I noticed the scissors on the floor, just beside the bed.

"You had them on the pillow?" I asked, picking them up and placing them down on her stomach. She shivered a little as the cold metal touched her skin.

"Yeah, the guide I followed said to keep them close. Guess I put them on the wrong side of the bed. So..."

I knew what that 'so' meant. 'So are you going to untie me?' But I wasn't going to let this go.

'Are those expensive panties?" I asked her.

It took a second, before she realised where this was going.

"But my husband will be back any moment," she said, straining to get free. "He'll find us and wonder why my mouth is stuffed."

A stuffed mouth! She was going all out with this.

I grabbed the scissors, carefully snipped the underwear free, and balled it up. It was wet, she had been enjoying the predicament for sure.

"Open," I said.

Like the good sexpot that my wife is, she opened her mouth and even raised her head slightly. I pushed the balled up former panties into her mouth, then replaced the gag to keep them in. She mumbled a bit, quieter this time for obvious reasons, and settled back into the bed.

"You okay?" I asked, checking the wrists and seeing her hands weren't going any shades of danger.

She firmly nodded three times, our long standing 'how to communicate when gagged' code.

I proceeded to get undressed, then walked around the bed and lay on the other side. She was glistening ever so slightly with sweat, clearly she had been her for longer than planned and attempting to get out when she heard somebody had returned home. I ran my fingers up and down her body, down towards her perfect thighs, giving her breasts some kisses and sucking the nipples. The moans through the gag told me all I needed to know about whether or not she was enjoying this. As I played with her, caressing and kissing, I was stroking my dick slowly. Every so often she'd struggle, keeping up the pretence that she was held against her will, but the longer it went on the more she just lay there moaning.

"Mmk mm," she finally managed to get out after thirty minutes of this.

"In a minute," I said. "I need to adjust."

I got up from the bed and locked the door, just to be sure the teenagers didn't come home and ruin things. My wife lay on the bed, tossing around a little as she tried to get free. I went back and undid all the rope around her slender legs. Lifting up her left so that it was pointing towards the ceiling I slowly ran my tongue down it from the ankle, towards the knee, before moving towards her exposed vagina - but stopped short. She let out a groan of annoyance.

Taking the ropes I tied loops around both ankles, then pulled them up so her legs were frogtied. Then I spread them, got the three nods, and did what I'd wanted to do for the last forty minutes.

When we were down I untied her wrists from the bed, removed the gag and stuffing and blindfold but left everything else tied as it was. She rolled over onto her side, arms over her head and still tied to her harness, and smiled at me.

"I can see why you like it when I find you this way after you've been in it for a while on your own," she said. "But damn I need a nap now. So take a mental picture and untie me. Also, you need to get me new pants."

[Beaumains]

Nice story. You are a lucky guy with such a wife.

[wannabetiedup]

Fantastic story and one I'd love to have happen to me too. Did you find out how long she had been stuck to the bed for before you arrived?

[boundjoker]

Fantastic story and one I'd love to have happen to me too. Did you find out how long she had been stuck to the bed for before you arrived?

So the sort of funny part of the story is I wasn't meant to find her like this. She wanted to practise tying herself up and got stuck. She had timed it so that worst case she would be found after an hour but that was including prep so probably something like 30-40 minutes. Her timing was based on me being the first one back.

[Tiengag5]

Wow, great to have a wife into bondage like that.

[wannabetiedup]

Fantastic story and one I'd love to have happen to me too. Did you find out how long she had been stuck to the bed for before you arrived?

So the sort of funny part of the story is I wasn't meant to find her like this. She wanted to practise tying herself up and got stuck. She had timed it so that worst case she would be found after an hour but that was including prep so probably something like 30-40 minutes. Her timing was based on me being the first one back.

It seems like it worked out for the best for all concerned. Lucky it was you who came back first and not the teenagers. I don't think I could deal with the embarrassment of being caught by my kid lol

[Dpsiic]

Great story, brought back memories of when my wife tied herself up for me.

[rtbw]

What an incredible discovery for you. And lucky you for having a wife so enthusiastic about TUGs.

[copperfox]

Sometimes I forget that folk don't read all the stories, so the descriptions of the players can get lost. My wife, at 40, is still a stone cold hottie and one I'm thankful that indulges in my TUG side since when we first got together it was definitely something she'd never have been interested in. Figure wise she was one of those ladies that has perfectly long, formed, legs not to skinny (the sort that are perfect for tying together and to things) with breasts that are still defying gratify and brown hair that falls over her shoulders. Why is any of that needed for this story? Because it helps paint the picture of what I walked into.

First, thanks for that intro! For me, there are a couple of aspects of TUG/bondage stories that I particularly enjoy. One being the fundamentally innocent nature of TUGs that kids and teens play while growing up, as they’re still learning who they are and what makes them unique.

Secondly, I absolutely enjoy the more adult-themed stories that really showcase the love, admiration, and trust that’smutually shared between a bondage-loving couple. The way you described your wife is a clear example of how much you love her. And…the rest of the story clearly shows how much she loves and trusts you as well!

So, do the events in your story mean that your wife has gotten more into bondage since that time? Does she still engage in any amount of self bondage, or was that a one-time thing just see see what it felt like?

[Canuck100]

A really hot story

[boundjoker]

Sometimes I forget that folk don't read all the stories, so the descriptions of the players can get lost. My wife, at 40, is still a stone cold hottie and one I'm thankful that indulges in my TUG side since when we first got together it was definitely something she'd never have been interested in. Figure wise she was one of those ladies that has perfectly long, formed, legs not to skinny (the sort that are perfect for tying together and to things) with breasts that are still defying gratify and brown hair that falls over her shoulders. Why is any of that needed for this story? Because it helps paint the picture of what I walked into.

First, thanks for that intro! For me, there are a couple of aspects of TUG/bondage stories that I particularly enjoy. One being the fundamentally innocent nature of TUGs that kids and teens play while growing up, as they’re still learning who they are and what makes them unique.

Secondly, I absolutely enjoy the more adult-themed stories that really showcase the love, admiration, and trust that’smutually shared between a bondage-loving couple. The way you described your wife is a clear example of how much you love her. And…the rest of the story clearly shows how much she loves and trusts you as well!

So, do the events in your story mean that your wife has gotten more into bondage since that time? Does she still engage in any amount of self bondage, or was that a one-time thing just see see what it felt like?

Thanks for the comment.

So self bondage has always been more my thing (I have a few tales up here where I get found by my wife). Mostly because for years I didnt have a partner to play with or one willing to play with. This was the first time my wife had gone forna full self bondage. She has one time in the past tied her legs to a chair but waited for me to do the rest. She has practiced chest harnesses a lot though as she loves how her breasts look in them (as do I).

While I will typically be the instigator of bondage in our love life she does from time to time suggest it. Either as the top (which she relishes) or the bottom occasionally. If I go looking I generally try my hand first at getting to tie her up for obvious reasons (thoae damn toned legs).

That being said when I am tying her she is all in. I know her limits, the knots are ones she can get out of if needed and our gags are mostly for show OTM (a balled cleave is a treat and the stuffed one above has only happened once).

But I am very lucky to have an insanely hot partner who indulges me - that's for sure

[Nainur]

superb read! Thank you!