Wrapped Warmly (MF/MF)
Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 7:52 pm
One of the more ubiquitous fashion items of the seventies was not just hot pants, or platform boots, or mini skirts - it was the wool cardigan, especially in a nice Arran style. And behind closed doors, it could lead to some – interesting situations.
Grandpa in charge
“Barbara, how wonderful to see you again,” Arnold said, “you look well.”
“Thanks Grandpa,” Barbara said, “and thank you Grandma for the cardigan.”
“So,” Alison said as she came in, “it suits you.” All three were wearing cream arran cardigans with a star pattern, Arnold wearing his over a blue shirt and black pants with black shoes, while Alison was also wearing a brown jersey dress with knee length chocolate brown boots. As for their granddaughter, Barbara was wearing a red top and pantaloons, the brown boots visible from the hem of the pants below her knees.
“So,” Arnold said as they walked into the front room, “are you ready? Do you need to go anywhere?”
“No – I want to get started,” Barbara said as she sat down, watching as her grandfather opened a box and took out a length of white rope. He then used it to secure her wrists together in front of her, as if they were held by a pair of cuffs with the rope wound round the strands between them.
He then wrapped more rope round her waist and made sure her wrists were secured to that, before more ropes were used to secure her arms to her sides, framing her chest as she said “this feels wonderful – so safe…”
“Well, you have always liked playing these games,” Arnold said with a smiler as he tied the ropes off, helping her to sit on the couch before he knelt down and secured her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees. She shook her head, her long brown hair falling loosely, before Arnold rolled up a long white scarf and tied a large knot in the middle, then pushed that into her mouth before he tied the scarf round her head.
“There now,” Arnold said as Barbara smiled at him, “comfy?”
“Yhhssfnkuhghrdhhdph,” Barara said as she smiled, feeling the knot getting wetter in her mouth.
“And you are ready for your grandmother to join you?”
Barbara nodded as Arnold picked more ropes from the bag, and Alison sat next to her. “This is going to be fun,” she said as she looked at Barbara, and then opened her mouth to accept the knotted scarf gag, before her husband started to bind her as well.
The two bound and gagged women looked at each other as Arnold left the room, and then returned, their eyes shining as they saw the items in his hands. They wriggled and then groaned in delight as he slipped the devices between their legs, leaving them as they looked at each other and their bodies began to respond…
Sister Act
“He does look so cute like that…”
Alan looked at his wife and sister-in-law, nodding as he sat on the couch. The white arran cardigan was fastened over a brown roll neck sweater, a wool belt fastened round his waist, while his brown corduroy pants squeaked as he tied to move his legs. A task made more difficult by the ropes that held his crossed ankles together, as well as his legs above and below his knees.
It was a favourite Saturday game for the three of them, taking turns to make sure one of them was secured comfortably. Last week it had been his sister-in-law, Anne, and she had been left blindfolded while he and his wife Kerry made such beautiful love together in front of the fire…
Buthe had drawn the short straw this week, so Kerry and Anne had tied his wrists together behind his back and then tied bands of the rough white rope around his upper body and arms.
“Well, do you feel cute?”
“Fhnhhe,” Alan mumbled as he looked at Anne, feeling the droll on his chin as the large white ball gag filled his mouth, forcing his teeth apart as the leather strap sat tightly on his cheeks.
He looked at Anne and Kerry, who were both wearing identical arran sweaters, the hood up over their heads and the belt round their waists. Kerry was wearing a pink vest under her cardigan, and blue jeans tucked into knee length brown leather belts. As for Anne, she had her cardigan over a chocolate brown rollneck sweater, and brown corduroy pants tucked into knee length brown leather boots.
“So, what are we going to do with him?”
“Oh, we can think of something – what the…”
“Well, are we interrupting something?”
Alan heard the male voices before he watched both Anne and Kerry walk back, raising their hands in the air as two men came into view - dressed in black, with stockings pulled down over their heads. One of them looked at Alan, and said “Well, we don’t need to worry about you. You two ladies – kneel facing each other, and put your arms round each other.”
“Whtthuhhddhnththm,” Alan mumbled as a thin line of drool ran down his chin. He was forced to watch as the two women embraced each other, and the men opened a large bag of ropes, and started by crossing and binding the ankles of the girls together, as well as their legs above their knees.
They then bound Anne’s wrists together behind Kerry’s back, and ran a rope from them to Kerry’s ankles, while Kerry’s wrists were secured in the same way. The two women looked at each other as their upper arms were secured to their bodies with more rope, before sliver tape was wrapped tightly round their heads, silencing them as the band went round the hoods of their cardigans.
Anne and Kerry looked at each other, and then at Alan as the men made him lie along the couch, his head on the armrest before they left their captives. All three of them could hear the intruders searching upstairs, as Alan said “swhwhtdhwhdhnh?”
Anne looked at her brother-in-law, and then looked at her sister, before the two of them started to wriggle round, their breasts rubbing against each other before they pressed their tape covered lips together. As he watched, Alan started to twist round, hearing their moans as they kissed and rubbed together, and also feeling the way his body was reacting to the sight of the two most beautiful women in his life making out with each other albeit while they were bound and gagged.
If anything, that made it even more exciting for him, as he became aware of a bulge in his pants and a throbbing – a throbbing that grew more intense as he wriggled round, and heard the soft, increasing moans of both Anen and Kerry as they kissed and moved together. It was going to be a very different night for all three of them…
Seventies Saturday Night Viewing
As the theme music for Doctor Who heralded the end of the program, Mavis looked over from her knitting and said, “so how was the shop today, Dierdre?”
“Busy – so I’m glad I get this time to relax with you and Gran now,” the twenty-two-year-old said as she watched her brother using the thin white cords to secure her ankles together. She was wearing a grey wool cardigan and a knee length tartan skirt, with brown slippers on her feet.
Jimmy Saville was taking as Robert, who was nineteen, pulled the rope between her ankles and stood up. Fetching another length of rope, he knelt again and began to bind her legs together below her knees, as John walked in. Her father, like her brother, was wearing his own cardigan over a shirt, dark pants and shoes, as he kissed his daughter on the head and said, “have you eaten?”
“I’ll have something later,” Dierdre said as she twisted round. Bands of rope held her wrists together in front of herself, as well as round her upper body to hold her arms against her sides. “Where’s Gran?”
“Getting ready – time to be quiet now,” he said as Mavis continued with her knitting, while Robert pulled a double length of rope between his sister’s teeth and tied the band tightly round her head.
“Hlhffhly – htshhrr…”
“Oh, I like Olivia Newton-John,” her grandmother Ena said as she came in. She was wearing a cardigan over a large necked sweater, a long grey skirt, and black baggy boots as she sat down in the armchair while the Australian singer started to sing “Long Live Love”, and John kneeling down and crossing her wrists together in front of her with the rope, and then walking behind her and making sure her arms were held tightly against her sides, the older woman looking at her family through her glasses.
“Do you think she will win?”
“Who knows,” John said as he tied the ropes off, and Ena sat back, watching as John knelt down and bound her ankles tightly together, and then secured her legs together below her knees. Mavis finished knitting a row of the scarf and then said, “will you take these please Robert – I just want to go to the toilet before I get ready.”
“Of course, Mum,” her son said as John stood up, taking a last length of rope before Dixon of Dock Green started. He pulled it between his mother’s lips and gagged her in the same way as Dierdre, as Mavis came back and sat down, Robert kneeling down and starting to bind her ankles as well.
“Whshshnshhlhthnht,” Ena asked as she looked across the room.
“Mike and Bernie Winters, and Vince Hill,” Robert said as he glanced at the Radio Times, “and then Ironside is on.”
“That’s nice,” Mavis said as Robert passed the bands of rope round her wrists and tied them off. She was dressed like Diedre, except for the tartan on her skirt being lighter, and as her arms were forced against her sides she looked at the other two.
John knelt down and secured his wife’s legs and ankles as his son used more rope to gag her, the three women nodding as Vince Hill started to sing.
“There now – ready for a pint, Robert?”
“Ready Dad,” he said as the two men walked out, the three women sitting and smiling over the ropes as the television program continued…
Making Plans for Nigel
“Hmmgghdhddhhfhllhslhp?”
Nigel wondered why his words were muffled, slurred, and he also wondered why his mouth and jaw ached – and why his teeth felt as if they were grinding on a billiard ball. The last thing he remembered was sipping the tea his grandmother had given him, and now…
And now…
As his vision began to clear, Nigel looked down and saw the way his hands sat palm down on the legs of his jeans, and the rope around his wrists, the coil between them as he moved his fingers…
The ropes?
“Hnnnhhnhhthghn,” he said to himself as he saw the bads going round his arms and behind his back, the way his elbows were encircled and tightly held in place, and the ropes coming down from his neck in front. Those bands sat under the wide collar of his brown flecked cardigan, which he was wearing over a chocolate brown rollneck sweater.
He then slowly raised his legs, seeing the bellbottoms flaring out from the band of rope holding his ankles together, the bands above and below his knees, all tightly cinched as well.
“Well, I see you’re awake, Nigel.”
He turned his head to look to the doorway and said “uhdhdhhthghnghrhn.”
“Well, of course I did,” his grandmother said as she walked round and looked at him. Her chestnut brown hair had flecks of grey in it, and she was wearing a similar cardigan over a fawn-coloured roll neck sweater, a knee length brown skirt and knee length brown leather boots. “I know how much you love it when I take you captive. See your smile?”
She took out a powder compact and let Nigel see himself in the mirror, the large white ball in his mouth with the black straps pressing in his cheeks. “Whrrhshsghrhhdph,” he said as he looked at the older woman.
“Oh, I’m going to bring him in now,” she said with a smile as she left the room, and came back in with his grandfather, who was smiling over his own ball gag. Ever since Nigel had discovered them playing their ‘games’ he had taken part in some way, at first as a lone captive, then later with either his grandmother or his grandfather tied up with him – and on a couple of occasions, all three of them.
Tonight, however, it was his grandfather who stood there, the dark grey cardigan fastened over the light fawn jumper, the brown trousers and black shoes – but his hands were behind his back, the bands of rope holding his arms against his sides.
He sat next to Nigel, the two men looking at each other as the nineteen-year-old wondered what was going to happen now. Hiis grandmother came over with more ropes and then secured his grandfather’s ankles and legs in the same way as him. As he pulled the last rope between her husband’s legs and tied the ends off, she looked at both of them for the moment. Her hands gently stroking their legs.
“There now, my two favourite men in the world and they are all mine, to do whatever I want with. How does that sound to both of you?”
“Ghrrhn?” Nigel raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, and then at his grandfather as he slowly closed his eyes, starting to moan as his wife’s hand began to gently stroke over his crotch while he twisted round.
“Grhhndhd?”
Nigel could only watch as his grandmother continued to stroke the older man’s crotch, but he was also aware of something stirring within himself as well – especially when his grandmother slowly pulled down the zip at the front of her husband’s trousers, and brought his cock out, stroking it in her hand as she looked at Nigel.
“Hmmhshgghhhddd,” his grandfather moaned as Nigel started to squirm round, the ropes holding tight – but it wasn’t the only thing that was getting tight as he looked down and saw the small bulge in his own pants.
His grandmother looked over and smiled as her hand started to stroke him there, as she moved her head back and started to place her lips over her husband’s cock. Nigel heard the muffled moan and said “whtthruhdhhhn?”
“Making sure you are ready, Nigel – I don’t want you to be left out…”
“Bhtuuhrmhhgnrrhhrnhhmhghd,” he said as the bulge began to throb, and he saw her start to work on his grandfather, closing his eyes as he realized there was nothing he could do to stop this.
And that he did not want it to stop…
Taking Turns
As Sharon came into the front room, Simon looked over and said, “well now, does that feel better?”
“Yes, thank you,” she said as she looked at her husband in his patterned cardigan over his blue shirt, while his father was wearing an olive-green cardigan over a blue denim shirt. Between them sat his mother Iris, who was turning to look at both of them as she said “whllghthhrdhnhshwhl.” Her words were muffled by the rolled up white scarf that was pulled between her lips and tied round her head, the bands of brown rope tied round her arms and body matching her own cardigan which was over a denim blouse. She was also wearing a tartan skirt and flat brown shoes – and ropes holding her ankles together, her legs below her knees, and her wrists in front of her which were also tied down to her leg binding.
“Well then, I had better get ready, love,” Sharon said as she turned and put her hands behind her back, Simon smiling as he stood up and picked a length of rope from the table before he used it to secure her wrists together. Sharon was wearing a darker brown cardigan in the same style as Iris, buttoned up the front, and her own knee length tartan skirt with brown heels. She smiled as the rope was tied between her arms, and then as the bands of rope encircled her upper body and leg, forcing her arms against her sides and framing her chest as she twisted round.
The gasps were more audible as Simon took the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and under the other arm, before he tied it off and then helped her to sit on a seat next to Iris. As Simon’s father Donald stood up and walked behind Iris, Simon secured his wife’s ankles and legs and then walked behind her as they both started to massage the shoulders of their wives.
“Did you forget something?”
“Oh – of course,” Simon said as he rolled up a second white cloth and used it to cleave gag Sharon, the two women looking at each other as the hands continued to massage their shoulders, and then moved down, slowly stroking up and down before they gently squeezed on their breasts.
“Hthhtsnhs,” Sharon moaned as Simon continued to massage her chest, while Donald slowly unfastened the front of Iris’ cardigan and then stroked over the denim covered chest. Simon then slowly unfastened his wife’s cardigan, before saying “you did this for me?”
“Hyhhysss,” Sharon said as his hands embraced and squeezed on her bare breasts, and Iris looked over, nodding as Donald continued to massage er chest while she squirmed around in the seat. Simon then walked in front of his wife, looking at her before he knelt down and started to kiss her breasts, sucking on her nipples as she felt a fire inside her growing…
“Hmmkphhghnhhnn,” she groaned as his tongue ran over her erect nipples, as Donald slowly pulled the skirt off Iris, and then kissed her between her legs, the closed curtains giving them privacy as they continued…
Grandpa in charge
“Barbara, how wonderful to see you again,” Arnold said, “you look well.”
“Thanks Grandpa,” Barbara said, “and thank you Grandma for the cardigan.”
“So,” Alison said as she came in, “it suits you.” All three were wearing cream arran cardigans with a star pattern, Arnold wearing his over a blue shirt and black pants with black shoes, while Alison was also wearing a brown jersey dress with knee length chocolate brown boots. As for their granddaughter, Barbara was wearing a red top and pantaloons, the brown boots visible from the hem of the pants below her knees.
“So,” Arnold said as they walked into the front room, “are you ready? Do you need to go anywhere?”
“No – I want to get started,” Barbara said as she sat down, watching as her grandfather opened a box and took out a length of white rope. He then used it to secure her wrists together in front of her, as if they were held by a pair of cuffs with the rope wound round the strands between them.
He then wrapped more rope round her waist and made sure her wrists were secured to that, before more ropes were used to secure her arms to her sides, framing her chest as she said “this feels wonderful – so safe…”
“Well, you have always liked playing these games,” Arnold said with a smiler as he tied the ropes off, helping her to sit on the couch before he knelt down and secured her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees. She shook her head, her long brown hair falling loosely, before Arnold rolled up a long white scarf and tied a large knot in the middle, then pushed that into her mouth before he tied the scarf round her head.
“There now,” Arnold said as Barbara smiled at him, “comfy?”
“Yhhssfnkuhghrdhhdph,” Barara said as she smiled, feeling the knot getting wetter in her mouth.
“And you are ready for your grandmother to join you?”
Barbara nodded as Arnold picked more ropes from the bag, and Alison sat next to her. “This is going to be fun,” she said as she looked at Barbara, and then opened her mouth to accept the knotted scarf gag, before her husband started to bind her as well.
The two bound and gagged women looked at each other as Arnold left the room, and then returned, their eyes shining as they saw the items in his hands. They wriggled and then groaned in delight as he slipped the devices between their legs, leaving them as they looked at each other and their bodies began to respond…
Sister Act
“He does look so cute like that…”
Alan looked at his wife and sister-in-law, nodding as he sat on the couch. The white arran cardigan was fastened over a brown roll neck sweater, a wool belt fastened round his waist, while his brown corduroy pants squeaked as he tied to move his legs. A task made more difficult by the ropes that held his crossed ankles together, as well as his legs above and below his knees.
It was a favourite Saturday game for the three of them, taking turns to make sure one of them was secured comfortably. Last week it had been his sister-in-law, Anne, and she had been left blindfolded while he and his wife Kerry made such beautiful love together in front of the fire…
Buthe had drawn the short straw this week, so Kerry and Anne had tied his wrists together behind his back and then tied bands of the rough white rope around his upper body and arms.
“Well, do you feel cute?”
“Fhnhhe,” Alan mumbled as he looked at Anne, feeling the droll on his chin as the large white ball gag filled his mouth, forcing his teeth apart as the leather strap sat tightly on his cheeks.
He looked at Anne and Kerry, who were both wearing identical arran sweaters, the hood up over their heads and the belt round their waists. Kerry was wearing a pink vest under her cardigan, and blue jeans tucked into knee length brown leather belts. As for Anne, she had her cardigan over a chocolate brown rollneck sweater, and brown corduroy pants tucked into knee length brown leather boots.
“So, what are we going to do with him?”
“Oh, we can think of something – what the…”
“Well, are we interrupting something?”
Alan heard the male voices before he watched both Anne and Kerry walk back, raising their hands in the air as two men came into view - dressed in black, with stockings pulled down over their heads. One of them looked at Alan, and said “Well, we don’t need to worry about you. You two ladies – kneel facing each other, and put your arms round each other.”
“Whtthuhhddhnththm,” Alan mumbled as a thin line of drool ran down his chin. He was forced to watch as the two women embraced each other, and the men opened a large bag of ropes, and started by crossing and binding the ankles of the girls together, as well as their legs above their knees.
They then bound Anne’s wrists together behind Kerry’s back, and ran a rope from them to Kerry’s ankles, while Kerry’s wrists were secured in the same way. The two women looked at each other as their upper arms were secured to their bodies with more rope, before sliver tape was wrapped tightly round their heads, silencing them as the band went round the hoods of their cardigans.
Anne and Kerry looked at each other, and then at Alan as the men made him lie along the couch, his head on the armrest before they left their captives. All three of them could hear the intruders searching upstairs, as Alan said “swhwhtdhwhdhnh?”
Anne looked at her brother-in-law, and then looked at her sister, before the two of them started to wriggle round, their breasts rubbing against each other before they pressed their tape covered lips together. As he watched, Alan started to twist round, hearing their moans as they kissed and rubbed together, and also feeling the way his body was reacting to the sight of the two most beautiful women in his life making out with each other albeit while they were bound and gagged.
If anything, that made it even more exciting for him, as he became aware of a bulge in his pants and a throbbing – a throbbing that grew more intense as he wriggled round, and heard the soft, increasing moans of both Anen and Kerry as they kissed and moved together. It was going to be a very different night for all three of them…
Seventies Saturday Night Viewing
As the theme music for Doctor Who heralded the end of the program, Mavis looked over from her knitting and said, “so how was the shop today, Dierdre?”
“Busy – so I’m glad I get this time to relax with you and Gran now,” the twenty-two-year-old said as she watched her brother using the thin white cords to secure her ankles together. She was wearing a grey wool cardigan and a knee length tartan skirt, with brown slippers on her feet.
Jimmy Saville was taking as Robert, who was nineteen, pulled the rope between her ankles and stood up. Fetching another length of rope, he knelt again and began to bind her legs together below her knees, as John walked in. Her father, like her brother, was wearing his own cardigan over a shirt, dark pants and shoes, as he kissed his daughter on the head and said, “have you eaten?”
“I’ll have something later,” Dierdre said as she twisted round. Bands of rope held her wrists together in front of herself, as well as round her upper body to hold her arms against her sides. “Where’s Gran?”
“Getting ready – time to be quiet now,” he said as Mavis continued with her knitting, while Robert pulled a double length of rope between his sister’s teeth and tied the band tightly round her head.
“Hlhffhly – htshhrr…”
“Oh, I like Olivia Newton-John,” her grandmother Ena said as she came in. She was wearing a cardigan over a large necked sweater, a long grey skirt, and black baggy boots as she sat down in the armchair while the Australian singer started to sing “Long Live Love”, and John kneeling down and crossing her wrists together in front of her with the rope, and then walking behind her and making sure her arms were held tightly against her sides, the older woman looking at her family through her glasses.
“Do you think she will win?”
“Who knows,” John said as he tied the ropes off, and Ena sat back, watching as John knelt down and bound her ankles tightly together, and then secured her legs together below her knees. Mavis finished knitting a row of the scarf and then said, “will you take these please Robert – I just want to go to the toilet before I get ready.”
“Of course, Mum,” her son said as John stood up, taking a last length of rope before Dixon of Dock Green started. He pulled it between his mother’s lips and gagged her in the same way as Dierdre, as Mavis came back and sat down, Robert kneeling down and starting to bind her ankles as well.
“Whshshnshhlhthnht,” Ena asked as she looked across the room.
“Mike and Bernie Winters, and Vince Hill,” Robert said as he glanced at the Radio Times, “and then Ironside is on.”
“That’s nice,” Mavis said as Robert passed the bands of rope round her wrists and tied them off. She was dressed like Diedre, except for the tartan on her skirt being lighter, and as her arms were forced against her sides she looked at the other two.
John knelt down and secured his wife’s legs and ankles as his son used more rope to gag her, the three women nodding as Vince Hill started to sing.
“There now – ready for a pint, Robert?”
“Ready Dad,” he said as the two men walked out, the three women sitting and smiling over the ropes as the television program continued…
Making Plans for Nigel
“Hmmgghdhddhhfhllhslhp?”
Nigel wondered why his words were muffled, slurred, and he also wondered why his mouth and jaw ached – and why his teeth felt as if they were grinding on a billiard ball. The last thing he remembered was sipping the tea his grandmother had given him, and now…
And now…
As his vision began to clear, Nigel looked down and saw the way his hands sat palm down on the legs of his jeans, and the rope around his wrists, the coil between them as he moved his fingers…
The ropes?
“Hnnnhhnhhthghn,” he said to himself as he saw the bads going round his arms and behind his back, the way his elbows were encircled and tightly held in place, and the ropes coming down from his neck in front. Those bands sat under the wide collar of his brown flecked cardigan, which he was wearing over a chocolate brown rollneck sweater.
He then slowly raised his legs, seeing the bellbottoms flaring out from the band of rope holding his ankles together, the bands above and below his knees, all tightly cinched as well.
“Well, I see you’re awake, Nigel.”
He turned his head to look to the doorway and said “uhdhdhhthghnghrhn.”
“Well, of course I did,” his grandmother said as she walked round and looked at him. Her chestnut brown hair had flecks of grey in it, and she was wearing a similar cardigan over a fawn-coloured roll neck sweater, a knee length brown skirt and knee length brown leather boots. “I know how much you love it when I take you captive. See your smile?”
She took out a powder compact and let Nigel see himself in the mirror, the large white ball in his mouth with the black straps pressing in his cheeks. “Whrrhshsghrhhdph,” he said as he looked at the older woman.
“Oh, I’m going to bring him in now,” she said with a smile as she left the room, and came back in with his grandfather, who was smiling over his own ball gag. Ever since Nigel had discovered them playing their ‘games’ he had taken part in some way, at first as a lone captive, then later with either his grandmother or his grandfather tied up with him – and on a couple of occasions, all three of them.
Tonight, however, it was his grandfather who stood there, the dark grey cardigan fastened over the light fawn jumper, the brown trousers and black shoes – but his hands were behind his back, the bands of rope holding his arms against his sides.
He sat next to Nigel, the two men looking at each other as the nineteen-year-old wondered what was going to happen now. Hiis grandmother came over with more ropes and then secured his grandfather’s ankles and legs in the same way as him. As he pulled the last rope between her husband’s legs and tied the ends off, she looked at both of them for the moment. Her hands gently stroking their legs.
“There now, my two favourite men in the world and they are all mine, to do whatever I want with. How does that sound to both of you?”
“Ghrrhn?” Nigel raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, and then at his grandfather as he slowly closed his eyes, starting to moan as his wife’s hand began to gently stroke over his crotch while he twisted round.
“Grhhndhd?”
Nigel could only watch as his grandmother continued to stroke the older man’s crotch, but he was also aware of something stirring within himself as well – especially when his grandmother slowly pulled down the zip at the front of her husband’s trousers, and brought his cock out, stroking it in her hand as she looked at Nigel.
“Hmmhshgghhhddd,” his grandfather moaned as Nigel started to squirm round, the ropes holding tight – but it wasn’t the only thing that was getting tight as he looked down and saw the small bulge in his own pants.
His grandmother looked over and smiled as her hand started to stroke him there, as she moved her head back and started to place her lips over her husband’s cock. Nigel heard the muffled moan and said “whtthruhdhhhn?”
“Making sure you are ready, Nigel – I don’t want you to be left out…”
“Bhtuuhrmhhgnrrhhrnhhmhghd,” he said as the bulge began to throb, and he saw her start to work on his grandfather, closing his eyes as he realized there was nothing he could do to stop this.
And that he did not want it to stop…
Taking Turns
As Sharon came into the front room, Simon looked over and said, “well now, does that feel better?”
“Yes, thank you,” she said as she looked at her husband in his patterned cardigan over his blue shirt, while his father was wearing an olive-green cardigan over a blue denim shirt. Between them sat his mother Iris, who was turning to look at both of them as she said “whllghthhrdhnhshwhl.” Her words were muffled by the rolled up white scarf that was pulled between her lips and tied round her head, the bands of brown rope tied round her arms and body matching her own cardigan which was over a denim blouse. She was also wearing a tartan skirt and flat brown shoes – and ropes holding her ankles together, her legs below her knees, and her wrists in front of her which were also tied down to her leg binding.
“Well then, I had better get ready, love,” Sharon said as she turned and put her hands behind her back, Simon smiling as he stood up and picked a length of rope from the table before he used it to secure her wrists together. Sharon was wearing a darker brown cardigan in the same style as Iris, buttoned up the front, and her own knee length tartan skirt with brown heels. She smiled as the rope was tied between her arms, and then as the bands of rope encircled her upper body and leg, forcing her arms against her sides and framing her chest as she twisted round.
The gasps were more audible as Simon took the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and under the other arm, before he tied it off and then helped her to sit on a seat next to Iris. As Simon’s father Donald stood up and walked behind Iris, Simon secured his wife’s ankles and legs and then walked behind her as they both started to massage the shoulders of their wives.
“Did you forget something?”
“Oh – of course,” Simon said as he rolled up a second white cloth and used it to cleave gag Sharon, the two women looking at each other as the hands continued to massage their shoulders, and then moved down, slowly stroking up and down before they gently squeezed on their breasts.
“Hthhtsnhs,” Sharon moaned as Simon continued to massage her chest, while Donald slowly unfastened the front of Iris’ cardigan and then stroked over the denim covered chest. Simon then slowly unfastened his wife’s cardigan, before saying “you did this for me?”
“Hyhhysss,” Sharon said as his hands embraced and squeezed on her bare breasts, and Iris looked over, nodding as Donald continued to massage er chest while she squirmed around in the seat. Simon then walked in front of his wife, looking at her before he knelt down and started to kiss her breasts, sucking on her nipples as she felt a fire inside her growing…
“Hmmkphhghnhhnn,” she groaned as his tongue ran over her erect nipples, as Donald slowly pulled the skirt off Iris, and then kissed her between her legs, the closed curtains giving them privacy as they continued…