But I'm a Married Woman (M/F)

[DioA]

Now, just as a trigger warning, there are some topics like infidelity that are going to be central themes of the piece. I understand the cultural taboo surrounding cheating, and while I do recognize the trauma that can be caused by actions undertaken by the characters here, I am interested in exploring the dynamic of these types of relationships. Not to stand on a soapbox, but I would implore anyone reading this to be honest with the people in your life if it is safe to do so. Also, not all of those who cheat are bad people, I’m not here to cast judgement if that is a choice that you do decide to make. With that being said, I hope that you enjoy the following text and please let me know if you have any thoughts.

Growing up, I had always been the fat kid. I remember doing the truffle shuffle at lunch time to get extra snacks from my classmates. There wasn’t that much attention from the opposite sex, it’s a bit of a challenge dating when you have the biggest breasts in middle school. After spending years ignoring my health and choosing what was right for my body, a switch flipped inside me and I started putting my appearance first. I lost weight, gained muscle, and after a painstaking process my transformation into someone who many would consider conventionally attractive was complete.

It was now my first Halloween that I was hot. I mean, so hot, with my abs visible and my arms nearly as large as my legs. While I used to hate looking in the mirror, now it was one of my favorite pastimes. The concern that I was becoming a narcissist was developing. However, I thought I could spend one night showing off. A part of me thought that I earned it. I was invited to a party by some chick I had met on Tinder. Funny how when you look this good that your inbox gets flooded. My costume tonight was something that I was rather proud of. After being a massive nerd for years, I actually looked like the heroes I was obsessed with. I bought a high quality Batman costume, although I didn’t need any fake muscles. I even used a 3D printer to make special Bat-cuffs. They weren’t plastic and fake, they were made out of metal with a rock solid locking mechanism. If I put them on someone, they weren’t going to get out unless I wanted them too.

Another holdover from my nerd days was a fascination with Damsels in Distress. Most writers must be huge pervs because I feel like I was groomed into being fascinated with tied up women. I used to feel so isolated, thinking there was something wrong with me before discovering everything online about bondage. I’d even hear women my age talk about how much they loved being tied up and fucked. With each story I grew more and more desperate, wishing I was someone who was doing it to them. I figured tonight that I’d ask my date if she liked the cuffs, test the waters on how she felt about bondage. It was worth a shot.

On Halloween night I hopped on the train and headed over to the party to meet Julia, tonight's Tinderella. She was about five-foot-three, brunette with a nice ass and little tits. She was going to be fun to fuck. Everything about her messages to me caused me to think she was a sure thing. I wasn’t going to act like it was, I never would, but it was a fun fantasy to have. I’m six-foot-three, with blue eyes and dark brown hair, almost black. I had black paint around my eyes, really selling the whole Dark Knight thing. Walking up to the townhome the party was at, I knocked on the door. Julia answered, wearing something that was basically lingerie with a little white nurses’s hat on.

“Matt?” she asked. “Wow, didn’t you go all out?”

She welcomed me in. “Yeah, Julia. Wow, you look fantastic.” I told her.

“Thanks. I know.” she responded.

She took me into the house, people had already filled in. I realized that most of these people were old friends, having known each other for years and developed rituals that were strange for me and normal for them. They were all talking about people who I didn’t know and events that I wasn’t around for. I sat back and nodded along, sipping a beer and acting pleasant. “The things I do to get laid.” I thought to myself.

Just as I was listening to this one story about two dudes named Chad and Brad and how they got “So wasted that one time” I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hey Bats, any chance you could help me get a keg out of the basement?”

I turned around and my heart leapt up into my throat. I saw a woman with the best Poison Ivy costume I’d ever seen. She had taken a green bodysuit and glued fake leaves to it, along with a pair of green fishnets over her legs and a pair of red heels with little roses over the toes. She had a bit of a round face, but her figure was a great hourglass. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, full of body and waves. She had this unique characteristic to her voice, it was both sweet and flirtatious at the same time. Every instinct I had made me want to ditch my date for her.

“Uh, sure, yeah no problem.” I stammered. “Julia, do you mind if I leave for a minute?”

She turned to me, a bit puzzled. “Oh, yeah, sure, whatever.”

I turned back to Ivy. “Lead the way.”

“It’s right down this way.” She told me. “Great costume, by the way.”

“The same goes to you.” I told her.

“Although for the world’s greatest detective, I would’ve thought you’d know better than to go somewhere with a crazy ecoterrorist.”

We walked down the stairs, she pulled the cord to turn the light on.

“You could’ve fallen right into my trap.” Ivy said.

“I’d be more careful if I were you.” I said, reaching to my utility belt and grabbing my cuffs. “I always come prepared.”

“Oh my god.” She replied, fascinated by the Bat-Cuffs. “Those are so cool. Mind if I try them on?”

She turned around and put her arms behind her back. I could’ve passed out right then and there. I grabbed her bare wrists and locked them in. I then took a step back as she checked the cuffs for the release switch that wasn’t there. “Are these real?” she asked, a sly smile creeping over her face.

“Yes, in fact they are.” I said. “I have a special key for them.”

She turned some more, her breasts jiggling around. “And I don’t suppose you’re just going to let me go free?”

“That’s for the police to decide. I’m not even sure if you’re the resident here, you might just be here to loot the place.”

“Hmm, well I am known for that.” She replied. “But I’m not working tonight. It’s just about pleasure.”

“You’re a master of manipulation.” I told her. “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”

“Well, I couldn’t really hide anything in this.” She told me. “But you are free to search me.”

She stepped out of her heels, my hands slightly trembling and I placed my hands on her hips, going up her back, under her arms, and hovering slightly above her breasts. Placing my palms on her, I lifted them up and squeezed, checking to make sure she didn’t hide anything in there. A soft moan escaped her lips as I did. I then knelt down and placed my hands on her calves, running them up her legs before squeezing her round ass. I then placed my hands between her legs. “All clean.”

“I told you…” Her breath was shaky. “Am I free to go now?”

I then stepped close to her, placing my hands on the small of her back. “I don’t know, you still might be up to something. You might be releasing pheromones to cloud my judgement.”

She then moved her head close to mine and placed a kiss on my lips. Her ruby red lips tasted like honey. “Well, you definitely are now.” Ivy said. “The powerful mind control serum will take over your brain at any moment.”

“It’s definitely working.” I said, going in for another kiss. She pressed herself up against me, I could feel a definite change inside of me. Was this what it was like to have the same interest in someone that they have in me?

Ivy then pulled away. “Well, we better get back to the party.”

I grabbed the magnetic lock and let her wrists free. “Should we continue this later?” I asked.

“Probably not. I’m not sure my husband would approve.” she said, rubbing the red out of her wrists.

My heart shattered into a million pieces. It felt like I had become the type of person I never wanted to be. Did I just assault her? Did I force her to fulfill some sick sexual urge of mine?

“The keg is over here.” She said, acting like nothing had even happened.

“Wait, you’re married?” I asked her. “Did we just…”

“Of course not.” She replied. “You didn’t insert anything inside of me, there’s not any chance that I’d be carrying your child. As long as neither of us say anything, there’s really nothing wrong with what we did.”

I then took a sigh of relief, not sure that I agreed with what she said. I then went over to the keg and picked it up.

“Wait.” She said, wiping her lipstick off my lips. “Hopefully you don’t mind that I’m destroying evidence.”

“Of course not.” I said, heaving the keg up and walking up the stairs.

“I’ll make sure to shine the bat signal if I ever need you again.”

“If I ever need you again?” I thought to myself. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Back upstairs, Julia was right where I left her. “Thanks for letting me borrow your hero.” Ivy said to her.

“Oh, no problem Kass.” Julia said, squeezing my arm. “These big muscles should be used for something.”

She then leaned over and whispered into my ear “I can actually think of a few uses myself.”

This didn’t do much for me, but I acted like it did. “Oh yeah, I’m sure I can be useful if you want me to.”

“Let’s get out of here soon.” she said.

After a while, we did end up back at her place, and yes, we did have sex. Good, old, normal missionary sex. Julia really just didn’t do much for me, I was thinking about Kass the whole time to stay erect. Whatever I did must have worked, I came back after cleaning up to see Julia laying there, her leg spread out and bent at the knee and she was hugging the pillow. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or just faking it. After getting dressed in the other room, I left, walking out the door to go back home.
Fuck, why do you have to be married. Why didn’t I end the night with you, our bodies contorted in pleasure? I would’ve spent all night with you, reaching out in my sleep to the piece of me that lives in you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I’m blowing this out of proportion, there’s no reason I need to be obsessed with this narrative straight out of a soap opera. There’s no reason that I have the vision of you in the Bat-Cuffs burned into my mind’s eye. Fuck, the Bat-Cuffs. I left them at your place. Kass, why did I do that? Why? Did I do that so I have to go back and get them? Did you hide them on me so that I did? I can’t go back for them, can I?

[DioA]

I’m not going back for the Bat-Cuffs, I’m not going back for them, I’m not going back for them…

I went back for them.

Hopefully her husband would be the one home and I could say that a clip on my belt broke. That’s why my cuffs were in his basement. He might raise an eyebrow, but other than that I should get away with it. However, when I knocked on the door, I realized that plan wasn’t going to work.

“Looking for these?” Kass said as she twirled them around her finger. “I knew you’d be back.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry that I left them behind. It was so nice of you to let me into your party.” I said, trying to make small talk. “Can I have them back now?”

“Uh-uh.” Kass said. “Finders keepers.”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Isn’t this a bit immature for people in their late twenties?”

“Maybe.” She replied. “But I may want to play with them again.”

“I don’t have the key on me, they’re useless without it.”

“Well, come inside and we can discuss it.”

“I’m not sure if that’s…”

“My husband isn’t home.”

Run. Run away, this won’t end well for you. I can’t do this. I really can’t do this.

“Okay.” I said, walking inside.

I had on a pair of white sneakers, blue jeans, and a black shirt. Kass had on an old college sweatshirt, black leggings, and white cable knit socks. She also had on a pair of house slippers. She sat me down on a couch. “So Bats, or are you Bruce since you don’t have on the mask?”

“It’s Matt, actually.”

“Well Matt, I have a bit of a problem…” Kass started to explain. “I love to be tied up. My husband doesn’t like it at all, he has no interest in it. Last night was the most excited I’ve been in a long time, and I wanted to know if you might be interested in… continuing it?”

Her request hit me like a ton of bricks. Of course I wanted to continue it, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for me. How would I keep myself from becoming attached? What does she really want from me? Am I a rigger, a play partner, a sinner who’s coveting another’s wife?

“I might be…” I started to reply. “I guess I would need some more information about what you want from me?”

Kass let out a deep breath. “Well, one boundary I think we need to set is no vaginal sex.” I could see her rational, but it felt so cold, so medical, so devoid of passion. Like it’s a contract we’re entering. “Try and keep it about exploring our kinks instead of sex.”

This is a horrible idea. “That’s a great idea. Make it a misdemeanor instead of a felony.”

I couldn’t believe I just said that. She laughed, I couldn’t tell if it was because she thought it was funny, or because of the sheer awkwardness of the conversation. “Yeah, that’s probably the right way to put it.” she replied.

“Also, we shouldn’t be in your bed. In case we’re caught, it’ll be easier to get through it if we’re not caught there.”

“I see your logic, Matt.” Kass added. “I think that should work. At least for me. Does that work for you?”

No, it doesn’t. “Yeah, I should be able to help you out. I need practice in tying women up anyway…” I replied. “That came out wrong.”

“No, no I totally get it.” Kass said. “To be fair, you seemed to know what you were doing the other night…”

“If I recall correctly, you kissed me…”

“Yeah, after you groped me. I mean, way to get my engine running and then let the car stall out. At least I’m sure you got some action last night.”

“Okay, you’ve got me there.” I confessed.

“Also, I know what I said about, you know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to touch me. I think we can figure out ways to make each other feel good.”

Yeah, I’ve got ideas of what to do to you. This is going to be so tantalizing. “You know, he’s going to be gone for the day. Would you care to get started?” Kass asked.

“Sure, like a get to know you exercise.” I responded.

“Cool, Basement then?”

Once again I’m following this woman down into the basement. There was a small living space next to the washing machine. Kass went into the storage closet and took out a big tote. She opened it to reveal it was full of ropes. “From before I was married. I just couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them.”

I picked out a length of white cotton rope. “It’s a good thing you didn’t.” I said, unrolling it. “Are you ready to get started?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Kass said, licking her lips nervously. I grabbed her hands and held them together in front of her. “In front of me, really? I can handle more.”

“Don’t worry, wait until it’s finished before you say anything.”

“If I can still speak, it’s not finished.” Kass teased. “You’ll also have to gag me.”

I felt the blood rushing to my pants. Gagging someone is always the part of tying them up that I find the hottest. “There isn’t any other way I’d do it.” I replied, tying her wrists together in front of her. I then left slack hanging down her wrists, which I then threw over the beam in the ceiling, tying it off so her arms were outstretched above her head. “Nice start.” Kass said, trying to pull her arms down. I can see what you did it this way now. I like it.”

“That’s good.” I said, grabbing a blindfold I found in the box. “Is it okay if I use this on you now?”

“You want me to let a strange man I don’t know blindfold me with my arms tied about my head in an empty house?” Kass asked. “Yes, of course.”

I secured it to her head, blocking out the light. “I figured now you can enjoy what happens to you as a surprise, keeping the anticipation at its maximum, if that makes sense.” I said, testing to see if she could see anything. She couldn't.

“I get what you mean.” Kass replied.

I then went over to the laundry basket and found a few pairs of her panties. They were larger cut, covering her entire ass. I picked them up, sniffing them to see if they were clean. They were. I then went back over to her and said “open wide.”

Kass obeyed, opening her mouth and letting me stuff one pair one the left side of her mouth. “Are these my panties?” She asked, slightly muffled.”

“I don’t know, are they?”

“Oh my god, that’s so hot-mmmph.” She moaned as I stuffed another pair in the other side of her mouth. I then added another pair in the center of her mouth before I grabbed a scarf and tied it between her teeth. She babbled into her gag, happy to be in her predicament. I then took a scarf and tied it over her mouth. “How’s that for being unable to talk?” I asked.

“Mmmm-hmmmph.” Kass replied.

“I’m going to keep tying you up now, make sure you don’t go anywhere.” I whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver. I gathered more rope, folded it in half, and wrapped it below her breasts. I fed it through the loop that I wrapped around her, working my way around her body and giving her a chest harness. I then sneaked some rope between her legs with a knot right between them and tied it to the back of her harness. The crotch rope would be snug against her clit, everytime she moved it would rub against her. I then decided to tie her legs together at the thighs, calves, and ankles. “You’re the one who insisted on keeping your legs closed.”

“Hmm-phu.” She grunted, but I speak gagged. She said fuck you to me. I smacked her on the ass, causing her to jump. However, the movement caused her to rub against her crotch rope and a moan from under the panties in her mouth let me know that she liked it. I then alternated cheeks, spanking her for a few minutes, causing her to scream into her gag.

I then sat down on a couch in front of her, letting her struggle. She was clearly enjoying it, as was I. My dick strained against my jeans, it was getting uncomfortable. I had to do something. I unzipped my pants. Apparently, she heard my zipper and looked in my direction. “I’m sorry, do you want me to zip them up again? Is this too far?”

She shook her head no. She then let out four slow grunts, four words. It sounded like take your pants off. “Take my pants off?” I asked. “Is that what you said?”

She nodded her head yes. I unlaced my shoes and took them and my socks off. I then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. I also thought it was time to remove my shirt. I then sat back down, my dick peeking out of my black boxers. Kass started doing a bit of a dance for me, squirming about and shaking her tits. I stood up and went behind her, using one hand to play with her tits and the other one to play with her crotch rope. She started grinding against me, I held her close. Her breathing became shallow, her moans more erratic. She then let out a long one, before going limp. I was able to catch her. Kass started grunting into her gag, so I removed it. As soon as I took the last pair of panties out of her mouth, she caught her breath and said “I want to suck your dick.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Don’t ask, just do!” she commanded. I untied her hands from the beam and guided her over to the couch. I had her kneel down in front of it. I tied her arms behind her back. “I want a blow job, not a handjob with a bit of kissing.”

“Yes sir.” she said as her hands were bound. I helped her place my dick in her mouth. She lowered her lips to it and took the tip in, then started moving down and moaned as she did. It was honestly the best blow job I had ever had. I didn’t last long, I shot my load down her throat. She didn’t stop sucking, not till every last drop was out and I had grown soft. “How was that?” she asked, a smile on her face.

“Wonderful.” I said, grabbing a ball gag from the tote and popping it in her mouth. After buckling it behind her head, I had her sit on my lap, she still struggled against her crotch rope. We stayed like that for a while, enough for drool to stain her sweatshirt. Eventually, I knew the fun had to end. I took the blindfold and gag off of her and started untying the ropes around her. Her eyes blinked, her limbs flexed as she stretched herself out. “I came twice.” She told me.

“So it’s safe to say that you enjoyed yourself?”

“Very much so. I can assume that you did as well?”

“Of course I did.”

Kass then got off my lap, stood up, and took her shirt off, throwing it in the laundry hamper. She then gathered my clothes and ran up the stairs with them. “Hey, wait.” I said as I chased after her.

I followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. I stood by the door for a moment, not knowing if I was going to cross a line I couldn’t come back from. I decided to throw caution to the wind and go in after her. When I opened the door, I heard the sound of the shower running. “Kass, give me my clothes back.”

“I can’t hear you, I’m in the shower.” she replied.

I opened the bathroom door, my clothes in a pile on the sink. Kass was washing herself off, fully naked in front of me. “Come in, get the stuff off you.”

I dropped trou and got in the shower with her. Why wouldn’t I, teammates shower together all the time, although none of mine ever had tits like hers. It was wonderful to be here with her. “Help me with my back?” she asked, handing me the loofa.

I started scrubbing her back. “Are you going to be comfortable doing this again?” She asked.

“Yeah, this is fun. I like playing with you.”

We chatted about a few things, nothing major. We then got out and dried off. I put my clothes on while she went into her room to change. I watched as she put on her panties, sweat pants, sweater, and grey socks with two white bands at the top. Her breasts freely swung under her sweater.

We then went downstairs, I started feeling low about the situation. I had to push those thoughts from my head. It was a challenge to reconcile them, but I couldn’t quit this. I needed this. There was something about this that kept drawing me back in.

I followed her into the kitchen, and she started getting dinner ready. “Hey, how would you like to do something a bit more extreme?” Kass asked.

“That depends, what is it?”

“Well, I’m free for a weekend next month, the other person who lives here is on a fishing trip, and there’s one fantasy I’ve had for ages. I’ve always wanted to be “kidnapped” for a few days. Like 24/7, bound and gagged. Is that something you’d like to do?”

“Um, yeah, I guess. I think we could have fun for a whole weekend.” I replied. “So your husband isn’t at all interested in playing these games with you?”

“Well, truth be told, he isn’t really interested in playing much at all.” She said absentmindedly. “I mean, I know he loves me, but he just doesn't get excited like…”

“Like I do?” I asked.

“... yeah… I don’t know, we were eighteen when we got married. His family is religious, conservative, filthy fucking rich. How else would we be homeowners at this age? He asked me to marry him, I thought it was so we could have sex, but I don’t know, I kind of feel like he just did it because it made his family happy.” She went on. “Sorry, I don’t mean to dump this on you.”

“No, please share with me. It’s good to have communication.”

“I agree.” She said, placing her hand over mine. “Thank you.”

[Bandit666]

Excellent first couple of chapters I like the approach you’ve taken as much as the scene you described. Hope there’s more to come. My only comment it would be nice to have a little more detail on clothing her choice of underwear etc but none the less a good read

[mserika]

I totally get your early disclaimer about the sensitive main theme of the story - one can easily take works that explore such themes as somewhat promoting it. I think Matt is written quite well, with him being pretty reasonable and not one to quickly let his actions be dictated by thinking using his libido instead of his reasoning.

I'm intrigued to see in which direction the story would unfold. Kidnapping play sounds so hot.

[latin-self-bound]

I love this story!!

I'd like to know how the weekend kidnapping went.

Please continue your story!

[jone123]

I loved this story

[Ms Evie]

Very exciting story!! Can’t wait to see where it goes…

Now if only I could find a man like Matt who 3D-prints such effective restraints! True chivalry

[60Cancer]

A story with Batman. A nice change.