Ducttape Quickie (M, F/Self)
Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2024 10:15 am
This is just a funny little quickie that happened a few weeks back and I thought I'd share - just to have some stories that don't always require an hour of set up first haha.
I was doing some work around the house - as in patching up bits and pieces. I'm not handy man, but I can do enough that the house doesn't fall down around us. The kids were out doing whatever they do with their friends, so it was just me and my wife. As I was doing some work under the sink in our ensuite, I heard her come into the room.
"We could just call a guy," she said, standing in the doorway so I could see her if I moved my head just right.
"Or I can wrap tape around it and a bit of foam and it will stop moving," I pointed out. "Pass me that can of spray foam please."
She reached into the toolbox, moved some stuff around, and tossed the foam into my outstretched hand. I thought I saw her lift something else, but got back to work. A few minutes later clothes were thrown over me. I finished up what I was doing, then crawled out from under the sink and stood up. The clothes were her outfit from the day, I scooped them up and tossed them in the hamper, walking out into the room.
"You've got no aim," I said, then stopped in my tracks.
My wife, despite saying how old she is (her words) in her forties has kept it incredible tight. Legs that are toned to perfection and gravity defying breasts. Seeing her naked is amazing - but in bondage it's just a high five from God. Now, in all our years doing TUGs she's only ever been gagged with tape once - a story I posted here before as an ode to a scene featuring Teri Hatcher from the old Crypt Keeper show. My wife has said that the way tape reacts to her skin is irritating, so we do without.
Turns out that the other thing she had taken from the toolbox was the roll of tape. She'd stripped naked and then applied a layer of it perfectly on her mouth, there she was sitting down on the edge of the bed, hands behind her back, "struggling" so her tits jiggled, legs crossed and inviting me over.
"Quickie, just gagged?" I asked as I started to undress.
She nodded, but then let out a muffled noise when I reached down to remove my belt.
"Belt on?" I asked.
Furious nodding. Clearly she had a scenario in her head. So I took everything off, save for the tool belt, and walked over to the bed. She wasn't tied up in anyway, but kept her hands clasped behind her back. I lifted her up and lay her down on the bed, hands underneath, and slowly started running my hands along her amazing legs.
"I guess I should see about your plumbing problem too, since you didn't pay me for the last job," I said, taking on a role.
She groaned and shook her head, then rolled her eyes. Spreading her legs apart it was clear that I didn't need to do any acting for this game, just the quickie.
We didn't last long, but damn sometimes all you need is a naked woman and a strip of ducttape.
I was doing some work around the house - as in patching up bits and pieces. I'm not handy man, but I can do enough that the house doesn't fall down around us. The kids were out doing whatever they do with their friends, so it was just me and my wife. As I was doing some work under the sink in our ensuite, I heard her come into the room.
"We could just call a guy," she said, standing in the doorway so I could see her if I moved my head just right.
"Or I can wrap tape around it and a bit of foam and it will stop moving," I pointed out. "Pass me that can of spray foam please."
She reached into the toolbox, moved some stuff around, and tossed the foam into my outstretched hand. I thought I saw her lift something else, but got back to work. A few minutes later clothes were thrown over me. I finished up what I was doing, then crawled out from under the sink and stood up. The clothes were her outfit from the day, I scooped them up and tossed them in the hamper, walking out into the room.
"You've got no aim," I said, then stopped in my tracks.
My wife, despite saying how old she is (her words) in her forties has kept it incredible tight. Legs that are toned to perfection and gravity defying breasts. Seeing her naked is amazing - but in bondage it's just a high five from God. Now, in all our years doing TUGs she's only ever been gagged with tape once - a story I posted here before as an ode to a scene featuring Teri Hatcher from the old Crypt Keeper show. My wife has said that the way tape reacts to her skin is irritating, so we do without.
Turns out that the other thing she had taken from the toolbox was the roll of tape. She'd stripped naked and then applied a layer of it perfectly on her mouth, there she was sitting down on the edge of the bed, hands behind her back, "struggling" so her tits jiggled, legs crossed and inviting me over.
"Quickie, just gagged?" I asked as I started to undress.
She nodded, but then let out a muffled noise when I reached down to remove my belt.
"Belt on?" I asked.
Furious nodding. Clearly she had a scenario in her head. So I took everything off, save for the tool belt, and walked over to the bed. She wasn't tied up in anyway, but kept her hands clasped behind her back. I lifted her up and lay her down on the bed, hands underneath, and slowly started running my hands along her amazing legs.
"I guess I should see about your plumbing problem too, since you didn't pay me for the last job," I said, taking on a role.
She groaned and shook her head, then rolled her eyes. Spreading her legs apart it was clear that I didn't need to do any acting for this game, just the quickie.
We didn't last long, but damn sometimes all you need is a naked woman and a strip of ducttape.