Free Tied Up (Sizzling Erotica) by Laina Charleston

Tied Up
     
    Ryan w alked in the door and dropped his stuff on the counter. He’d suffered a hard day wh en nothing went right, and felt completely drained. Walking into the bedroom, he thought about lying down and taking a nap, but figured if he did that he’d wake up then probably have trouble going to sleep later. Instead, he went into the bathroom . Looking at the jacuzzi tub he thought for a second about soaking, but ditched the idea for a simple hot shower. He’d just stripped naked when he heard the garage door open. He stepped i nto the steaming water, and stood there, letting it relax his aching muscles and pound his neck, relieving the tension. The water trickled over his package, giv ing him a slight stimulation, causing him to relax even more. The door bur st open as Amy, his wife, hurried in, quickly slamming the door shut, and snapping at him, “I hope you haven’t used all the hot water .”
    He quelled the sma rt-assed comment that came to his lips and sighed. It looked like they’d both had a bad day.
    “Where are the girls ?” He asked.
    “Softball , ” was all s he said. She then went on to explain the girls were both having a sleepover with friends after softball practice and it would be just the two of them for dinner.
    “How was your day ?” Ryan asked.
    Amy related that she’d a terrible day. She was a teacher , and her students had acted like little monsters, with the princi pal observing her class. She’d been a nervous wreck and had referred several students to detention, which then caused them to leave and call their parents to whine. After that, those parents had called the school to complain. She shared this as she began stripping her clothes off .
    His cock t witched as she leaned forward, allow ing her bra to fall free of her full breasts , rubbing where the straps had left marks on her skin. Ryan’s rod rose a bit , as she unconsciou sly cupped her tits massaging the ripe flesh, then slipped her hand into th e waistband of her panties. She was turne d slightly, but glancing past her in the mirror, he could see the material as it slipped into her ass crack. He stood, frozen , watching her peel the thin cotton from her pale skin, mesmerized as she pulled the c loth from her cleft exposing her thick hairy bush. She noticed him staring.
    She sighed, then in a contemptuous voice said, “Control yourself stud, I’m not in the mood .”
    Ryan replied, “Maybe it’s just what you need.”
    She ignored him and stepped into the shower, taking the soap from him . “I want a hot shower , a good book, and a relaxing evening on the sofa.”
    Amy appeared to be ignoring his semi-erect cock. He rubbed her a ss as his cock grew harder . She gave an exasperated exhale and started soaping her body, only adding to his predicament of a semi-hard dick feeling neglected. He got the message and stepped back , watching her wash as his abandoned dick bounced with every heartbeat. He rolled his eyes as she washed her that ch of fur, teasing him in an almost painfully seductive way . She glimpsed him standing there , hard and ready.
    Finally she mumbled, “Maybe later .”
    A whit e bolt of anger shot through his chest, but Ryan said nothing and started to step out.
    Amy mouthed, “What ’s wrong? G iving up so easily?”
    He looked at her, then stepped forward only to hear her say, “Not now, maybe later!”
    He’d suffere d enough snotty comments, and took swift action, grabbing her and smashing his lips hard over hers. She dropped the soap as he forced her into the wall. His arms enclosed her as she wrestled against him .
    “Get off me ,” she snarled, as he broke the forceful kiss.
    She got an arm loose, but Ryan twisted it behind her back , spinning her around his half-hard dick swinging from side-to-side . He secured her other arm and held her tight, pressing her hands together, securing her thumbs in his left hand, and freeing his right. He nudged the faucet, turning the water off . Amy