The Handcuffs were My Idea

The Handcuffs were My Idea

When I first started delivering mail some 35 years ago, it was a different world back then, let me tell you. In that time I've seen so many things. I saw America tighten its automobile safety laws, and then I saw the first self-driving Google-car. I saw the US become a more tolerant nation, electing its first black president, and then go on to elect its first racist Oompa-Loompa. Like I said, I've seen a great many things. Many things that warmed my heart. But nothing quite grabbed me by the feels the way my community did the day I retired.

It was my very last day, doing my final route before my retirement. Almost every house had a gift waiting for me. I found myself having to make my way back to my truck every few houses or so, because people just kept on giving me gifts! They were giving me everything from boxes of chocolates, to bottles of wine, to flowers, and then of course there was the money. I was deeply humbled by just how generous everyone in the neighborhood was being. I had no idea everyone cared so much! But I have to say, there was one gift that topped 'em all.

When I got to grumpy ol' Greg's place, a beautiful young blonde in a nightgown opened the door. When she saw it was me, she smiled and untied the front of her nightgown, revealing a matching black lacy bra and panties set, complete with garters and stiletto shoes.

"Hello Gary," she said in a sultry voice. "Won't you come inside?"

Well, I had to do a double-take. You know when you look away too fast and you have to look back again because you're not sure what you saw was real?

Anyhoo, it was, of course, Greg's wife, Charlotte. I'd barely recognized her! I mean…I already knew she was a beauty—I may be old, but you'd have to be dead not to notice how hot that sweet little thing is—but this was a side of her I ain't never seen before. She looked like a million bucks! I mean…she's always been a natural beauty, but normally she'd be dressed down the way you might expect a humble housewife to dress when greeting strangers. Now—after regular conversations with her over the last ten years or so since Greg married her, we've had regular conversations—so I'm no stranger exactly. But still…WOW!

"Charlotte?" I said.

She just smiled sweetly at me and nodded.

"Uh—sure," I added. "Yeah, I'll come in."

I came inside and she closed the door.

"Charlotte, what's—"

"Shh…" she hushed.

She put her arms around my and neck kissed me sweetly on the lips.

Well…I was just about instantly hard as a rock in my nethers, let me tell you.

She kissed me for a spell, and then rubbed the front of my pants gently with her hand.

She giggled. "Looks like you're not the only one getting gifts today."

I didn't know what to do other than sigh as she touched me down there. Her hand felt wonderful on my cock, even if it was just through my pants.

She took my mail bag and put it down on the table beside the door. Then she produced a pair of handcuffs.

Now, normally I wouldn't let a strange woman put me in handcuffs. But like I said, I've known Charlotte for a decade or so now, and I'm not ashamed to admit I do have a little bit of a crush on the beguiling little blonde. I'm still not sure what in the Sam hill she's doing with grumpy ol' Greg. Maybe she sees a side of him I ain't never seen before. Or maybe he's richer than the ol' cheapskate acts.

Anyhoo…Charlotte handcuffed my hands behind my back, and without another word, she kissed me on the lips again.

Boy, was I ever getting sprung in my pants, let me tell you. It was like being twenty-five again! She just rubbed my pants again, and it was obvious that she could tell what was going on down there.

She bit my lip playfully. She giggled. She dropped her nightgown to the floor. That's when I saw the full outfit—the black lacy bra, panties, garters and shoes—they all showed off curves I could literally die for. Yes, literally, I could have had a heart attack right then and there and have been happy. Yes sir, she was a beauty for sore eyes. Or any eyes.

She got to her knees and unzipped my fly. It was then I realized what she was doing.

"Charlotte," I said, "are you sure about this? If your husband finds out—"

"Shh…" she hushed again. "This was his idea!"

"His idea?" I repeated, baffled.

Then she took out my cock, and gently started stroking it with her hand, while licking the tip.

"Oh…my…lord?" I said.

I tugged involuntarily at the handcuffs holding my hands behind me.

Charlotte opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside her. It was pure bliss, let me tell you.

So good, in fact, that I thought I might lose my balance.

But as I backed up slightly, I felt her other hand tighten around my balls—not so tight as to be cruel—just tight enough that she had total control now.

With one hand fondling my balls, the other stroking my shaft, and her mouth and tongue stimulating the head of my cock, she brought me to untold levels of pleasure.

"Charlotte," I said. "I don't know if I can take much more of this."

"Okay," she said, taking my cock out of her mouth and letting me go.

I stood there, my hands still cuffed, taking a few breaths trying to calm myself down.

She stood and kissed me again.

"Would you like to come upstairs?"

"Okay," I said.

She led me up the stairs, took me to her room, and closed the door.

She sat me on the bed, and turned on some music.

Then, to the music, she started dancing.

When she removed the first garter, tossing it to my chest, (which I tried to catch, but failed, on account of my hands still being handcuffed behind my back), I realized it was a strip tease.

Gradually, she took off the other garter, then the bra, then finally the panties. The shoes stayed on, giving her legs that extra-long, sexy quality. She kept dancing. Christ that pretty little thing could move! She didn't have to touch me to keep me hard. Just the sight of her did that.

Finally, Charlotte slowly walked up to me.

"Ready for me, big boy?" she said.

"Darlin' I ain't never been so ready for anything in my life," I said.

She pushed me back onto the bed.

I looked back up at her, sprung as a jack-in-the-box.

She smiled, bit her lip, climbed onto me, and then eased herself down onto my cock.

She placed her hands on my chest and slowly began pumping herself up and down on me.

That woman knew how to fuck, let me tell you. She gyrated her hips, tossed her hair around, and opened her mouth, closing it again to bite her lip in a way that just makes a man crazy! And her tits bounced like two perfect, sexy little orbs. I just wanted to touch them and suck on them. But again, I couldn't, on account o' those handcuffs.

So I just let her ride me like a stallion.

And ride me she did.

"Charlotte, darlin', I think you're about to make me come," I said.

"Mmm," she purred. "Me too. You want to come together, stud?"

Well that was enough for me. I came like a god damn fire hose! I must've shot a load big enough and strong enough to put out a god damn house fire!

For her part, she seemed to enjoy it, because moments later, Charlotte was screaming and laughing, all while looking like she was struggling to breathe.

I ain't never seen anything so beautiful.

After she finished, she got off and cuddled with me for a while, playing with my chest hairs, and nuzzling into my shoulder.

"Did you like that, Gary?" she asked.

"Did I like it? Charlotte, I think it's the best damn gift I've ever been given. And certainly the best damn sex I've ever had."

"Good, I'm glad," she said. "I'll have to tell me husband you said that."

I still couldn't believe this was her husband's idea. I didn't even know how to begin to thank him. In fact, I was under the distinct impression that grumpy ol' Greg didn't like me very much, given the dirty looks I got whenever he stopped by while Charlotte and I were chatting.

Charlotte got the keys to the handcuffs from her bedside drawer and freed me at last.

Then she placed the keys and the handcuffs in my hand.

"Please," she said. "Keep the handcuffs."

"Okay," I said.

She smiled sweetly at me.

"Maybe you can use them on me next time."

Next time?

She winked, then went to her dresser and started getting dressed into her regular clothes.

I figured that was my cue to leave.

"Well, thank you sweetie. I had a real good time."

"I had a good time too, stud," she said.

We exchanged a smile, and then I headed back downstairs and gathered my things.

Charlotte stopped me at the door with a dainty little hand on my shoulder.

I turned.

"I almost forgot," she said. "This is for you also."

Then she handed me a dollar.

"What…uh…" I started. "Thank you? I mean everything was so wonderful, Charlotte."

"I know, right?"

"Uh…yeah…but…what's the dollar for?"

"Oh, well…you know what? I'm not sure. Like I said, this was all my husband's idea. You'll have to ask him."

"Right. Okay then," I said.

I turned to leave. But then I stopped.

"Wait. Charlotte, what did your husband say exactly?"

"Well…I told Greg that you were retiring, and that this was your last day. I asked him what we should give you. He said—and these were his exact words—'Fuck him. Give him a dollar.'" Then Charlotte smiled, and added: "The handcuffs were my idea!"

 








 

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