Tied up in Don't be asking

I was a lot less nervous going to the party last night than I was two weeks ago. Even though I knew this time it would be a bit of a different experience, I at least had some idea of what to expect. I put on a faux leather corset that my husband had to help me tie. I think he enjoyed helping me get dressed to go out an be sexual with people.

I arrived closer to when the party was starting and walked in to immediately see a guy getting a blowjob from another guy. A lot of people were watching. I know I shouldn’t have been surprised to see anything between two men at a party like this, but nothing like that had happened at the last party so it was unexpected. I saw someone I had talked to at the last party and went over to say hello. She greeted me with a kiss on the mouth.

We talked for a while. The woman who hosts the party came over to us and chatted for a bit too. Then she told me that she’d like to introduce me to Joe. Joe was the guy she had been telling me about that wanted to play with me. I said hello and shook his hand (which felt silly in hindsight) and wished him a happy birthday. I had told the host that I would decide if I wanted to play with him after we met, and I turned to her and gave her a small nod. She smiled.

Joe and I talked for a while. I’d been told he was short and it was something very noticeable about him. Not that it mattered, it was just the first thing I noticed about him. He was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and I could see he was muscular. I enjoyed his personality. I told him I was new to the parties but would love to be tied up by him.

Things happened kind of quickly after that. Suddenly I was doing a scene with him and several people in the room were watching. He got close to me and whispered, “Our safe word is banana. Say it if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” I nodded. Then he tied my hands behind my back.

He kissed me, gently at first and then more forcefully. That was the first time I’ve kissed any man like that since I got with my husband. It felt naughty and I got aroused immediately. He started to take off my corset and would stop periodically to kiss me some more. He went back and forth between undressing me and kissing me until I was completely naked. In some ways I was comfortable because it felt like it was just me and him in the whole world. And in some ways I was naked in front of a room full of people and felt awkward.

He started playing the ropes and tying them around me. I just let him do his thing, not really sure what he was doing. I don’t have any experience with being tied up. I noticed eventually that there was a large eye bolt in the ceiling above us and then understood why he had directed me to that part of the room before we started. He put ropes through the bolt and eventually had be start supporting some of my weight on the ropes, until I put all of my weight on the ropes as was suspended.

He tied a knot and put in around me in a way that it was gently sitting on my clit. I’m sure that was intentional, and every time I would move it would rub me in just the right way. I was turned on so much more than I thought I would be by the experience. After he got me fully tied up, he slowly started to untie me and then I we were done. I stood there naked and untied and a few people in the room applauded which made me smile.

Then almost instantly I felt tears in my eyes and I wasn’t sure why. I turned to Joe and whispered to him that I was feeling very “vulnerable” at the moment. That was the best word I could think of for the emotions that were hitting me. He could see I was starting to cry and I was hoping no one else could. He gently escorted me into one of the bedrooms and shut the door.

He told me to lay on the bed and he started talking about how I was in a “sub space” and that he would try to give me the “after care” that I needed. He laid next to me. I was naked and he was fully dressed. He asked if he could hold me and I nodded. We laid there in silence for what felt like about 15 minutes with him just holding me. I cried a little but not much.

I broke the silence by saying, “I feel better.” He said good. Then he told me that it was entirely up to me but we could have sex if I wanted. I didn’t respond at first. Then I said I didn’t think that was allowed at the parties, but he said it was OK in private like his, just not during scenes.
I wasn’t really feeling like this was how I wanted to have for the first time with someone other than my husband, even though I was feeling really close to Joe. I told him I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that and he nodded. Then he asked if I wanted to masturbate.

I said yes. He asked if he could too and I nodded. So we laid there on the bed next to each other and played with ourselves. I saw his dick for the first time and I was surprised. It wasn’t HUGE, but it was bigger than I was expecting for a guy his size. I made myself cum very quickly, probably in less than a minute, and I felt embarrassed about that even though I’m not sure why.

I watched him and when I could tell he was close I asked if he would cum on me. He asked where. I asked him where he would like to cum, really hoping he wouldn’t say my mouth but also liking that idea that he might say that and I would let him. He said, “your breasts” and I loved that he didn’t say something like “tits” instead. He came all over my chest.

We kissed and cuddled and then got dressed. It felt a little weird to exit the bedroom knowing that everyone was going to think we’d fucked in there. But no one really even looked at us.

Afterward, I exchanged phone numbers with Joe and we talked about meeting up at some point. I liked that idea.

When I got home I told my husband about being tied up and kissing Joe, but not about the rest. I guess that was my first time not being completely honest with him and I feel guilty about it.