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Taboo Tales of Cheating Wives, Gangbang Sluts & Their Steamy Stories 3
(Traci Wilde)

Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands...Colossians 3:18



I lay in the bed, the only illumination coming from an arc of light from a lamp standing in the corner of the room, and a sliver of light coming from under the bathroom door. Tommy was in there, the shower running. I stare up, into the dark, feeling humiliation, happiness, shame, freedom, guilt, and sense of satisfaction I'd never known before.



My arms also are beginning to hurt, because they are behind me, my wrists bound together, and I lay there, more or less helpless. Sure, I could have rolled over, climbed out of bed, but what good would it have done? Tommy had tied my wrists tightly, had run the rope around my waist several times, so that my hands were right against the small of my back and I couldn't move them away from my body at all.



It was what he wanted, and tonight, after what had happened earlier, I was going to give it to him. I had let him bind my hands, put me in the bed, stark naked, and then he began teasing me, kissing one nipple, stroking one thigh ??" even now, lying here alone, my body trembles as I think about it.



I moaned, arching my back as he held my right nipple in his mouth, sucking, pressing his tongue up under my nipple ??" if it were any other part of my body he'd be leaving a bruise, I was certain, and here, with my oh-so-tender nipples, his sucking hurt. I didn't care, because the pain only heightened my growing arousal.



I shuddered when he ran his fingers along my right thigh, playing along the skin, gently touching, as his fingers walked higher up my leg...higher...higher...almost all the way.



Then he pulled away ??" a little yelp slipping from my lips as he pulled away from my nipple, stretching it some before releasing.



"Sorry love," he whispered, leaning down, pressing his lips to mine ??" God, I was hot, ready to go at that moment. I whimpered ??" I actually whimpered ??" as he kissed, squeezing my legs together, wanting him so badly to finish what he'd started, to slip inside me, begin pounding away.



Instead he broke the kiss, stepped away into the darkness.



"I have to shower," he said before disappearing into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.



So here I lay, the sweat on my body drying, air turning cool.



His shower had been a long one, so with nothing else to do I lay there, thinking about the earlier encounter ??" not when he touched and kissed me here in this bed a few minutes ago, but earlier in the evening, when two women I'd just met tonight had bound my hands to the table, then the two of them had joined Tommy ??" kissing and caressing one another, while using me as their sex toy, pounding the daylights out of me.



I lay here, feeling a faint throb down between my legs as I recalled the emotions and excitement and fear of that encounter.



Of course, what's so confusing about it is that we're at a marriage conference, where our marriages are supposed to be revitalized, re-ignited, according to the television minister leading the conference, Joel Epstein.



The emotions are confusing, overwhelming. I recall reading the passage of scripture ??" just before Tommy stripped me naked and tied me up here in our hotel room ??" that Pastor Joel gave us before dismissing us all from the night's meeting: "Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything."



There it was, clear as day ??" submit to your husband, in everything. It was in the Bible, it was a clear command for women. For wives.



Still, it felt...being bound on that table, those two women and Tommy, touching me, kissing and caressing, growing so intimate with me...intimate hell, ravishing me. Kissing and touching, using my body. Not that I was necessarily unwilling ??" it had been the most glorious sexual experience of my life, the most awesome, overwhelming orgasm...orgasms...I had ever experienced.



Yet every second of the time they were there, stripping the clothes from my body, kissing me, fondling my breasts, slipping inside me, sitting on my face, having me tongue them, I couldn't get over the feeling it was wrong, evil, sinful. Perhaps that is why it had been so wickedly wonderful...it was sin, yet it included my husband, so it couldn't be cheating, right? I mean, as long as it includes your spouse, it's really not wrong, is it?



I closed my eyes, tried shaking the thoughts from my head. I was raised a Catholic, became a Baptist when I married Tommy ??" he came from one of those right-wing independent Baptist families ??" and I've always been taught if a man of God tells you something, whether it be a priest or an ordained pastor, then it must be okay. Surely, if it were wrong, Pastor Joel wouldn't have set it up, wouldn't have condoned it.



Still, something gnawed at me, inside. It's all so confusing.



Just then the bathroom door opened ??" I had been so caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice the shower had stopped running. Standing there in the nude, a backlit silhouette, steam surrounding him, Tommy looked like some sort of god from the underworld.



I lay there, looking at him, watching as the steam rolled around him, trailed out into the room, when there was a knock on the door. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed ??" midnight. Who would be knocking on the door at midnight?



"You going to get that?" Tommy asked.



"Very funny."



"Well, I'm still naked."



He was serious, I think.



"In case you forgot, dear husband, so am I. And you tied me up, so I can't get out of bed."



He stepped to the bed, his fingers running along my thigh, from the knee up, almost touching me there. I shivered.



Then he gave my thigh a quick slap, the sting of his hand on my skin somehow exciting. Tommy slipped a towel around his waist, stepped to the door, looked through the peephole, then stepped back and flipped the lock open.



"Tommy, what are you doing?"



He didn't acknowledge me, just reached down, turned the knob and opened the door. 



Two men stepped inside...