Best Friend’s Wife

Jacquelyn’s taking a jog and you offer her a ride which she politely declines. At least she cannot see inside your daydream about her bound and gagged in the backseat. She struggles with her arms tied behind her and her ankles bound. The white rope contrasts with those tight black yoga pants that hug her every curve. A cleave gag is shoved tightly in her mouth and her mmmphs never sound like a refusal to anything  you ask.  Her sneakers kick with hopes of escape, but she is not going anywhere. In your back seat, Jacquelyn has to do everything you say.

Back in reality, you arrive to your best friend’s house and his wife, Jacquelyn, answers the door. She looks so sexy in her little black dress and heels. Even though she is talking, everything goes quiet as you take in the view. During dinner it is torture as she talks lovingly to her husband. If he only knew that you imagined her bound in the chair and struggling to get free from restrictive ropes. A red cleave gag is more flattering than any red lipstick and matches the red panties she flashes. Jacquelyn could not bring her legs together because in your fantasy she is spread and helpless. Her chest writhes in agony to be from the binds. At the real dinner, she laughs at something your friend says and it is gut wrenching.

Later in the evening when you are supposed to be watching sports with your friend, you wander down the hall to find the bathroom. Lucky for you, Jacquelyn is changing and did not think to close the door. Seeing her in sexy black lingerie prompts you to day dream of her in a hogtie rolling around on the floor. A black cleave gag looks so elegant with her matching bra and panties as she moans in distress. Unfortunately your friend calls you out of your revelry and back to the game.

A few days later, you head to their house when your friend is out of town and sneak in while she takes a shower. Before she realizes what is happening, you rush her and make her go to sleep. When she awakens, she is bound by her wrists and ankles and thrown on the bed. The silky nighty is the perfect thing for her to struggle in because it glides across her hourglass figure. She gagtalks asking for release, but you decide to make her go limp again. Surprised to awaken on the couch, she is frightened to hear you talking about having her for your own. Thank goodness your fake best friend is out of the picture now!