This is one of the first stories I wrote, many years ago, featuring my dear, sweet wife “Stacey” whom we recently lost. Unlike with most of my other stories, a lot of what’s in this one actually happened. 😉 I offer it here as a memorial to her.
Chapter One
At last, they were alone. After a hard week of working and taking care of the kids, it was finally Saturday night. Earlier in the day, they had left the kids with Ned's folks, who lived in a town two hours away, to spend the weekend with them. Ned and Stacey had had the rest of the day and evening to themselves; they had just gotten home from dinner at the best restaurant in town and from seeing the movie Erin Brockovich.
All during the drive home in the early afternoon and throughout the rest of the day, Ned and Stacey had enjoyed each other's company immensely, talking and laughing as they had in the days before they had children, when they could give each other their uninterrupted attention without having to attend to a child's needs every two seconds. Granted, they both loved their kids, but they had had no idea how demanding parenthood could be. They had a great dinner, and then Stacey enjoyed the movie, but Ned had other things on his mind to get much into it. No, not his work for once, and not really Julia Roberts; even though he was titillated by the sight of her long, shapely legs in some of the scenes, he had never thought Roberts was particularly attractive. And even though he was mildly amused by parts of the movie, he was pretty much distracted, thinking of his plans for later that evening.
So they had finally made it home. It was around 9 o'clock in the evening, and the usual bedtime for both of them (parents with young children usually go to bed so early). But there would be nothing usual about this night. Their nighttime rituals did begin in a mundane fashion, with Ned feeding the cat and then going upstairs to do a final check of his e-mail. "Be back in a minute," he said, and Stacey flashed her lovely smile at him and said "O.K." Then she began to get out of what she had worn that evening, namely her beautiful velour dress, sheer pantyhose and high heels.
After a few minutes, suddenly the bedroom light went out, and Stacey noticed that there were no other lights on in the house either. Startled, she turned around toward the bedroom door, and in the dim light cast by the street lamp far outside the window she could see the outline of Ned's body, or at least what she hoped was that of her husband. It was a large, male figure, wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting undershorts. After closing and locking the bedroom door, the figure slowly and menacingly moved toward her.
Enraptured, Stacey stood as if frozen, but not by any kind of fear--even though she still was not completely sure this was her darling Ned. By the time the figure reached her, he was close enough to make out as her Ned, and confirmation of this came when he put both arms around her and gently kissed her in only that special way that Ned did. She kissed back lovingly but with a twinge of excitement caused by the strange spontaneity and newness of the situation. As she kissed Ned in his arms for the next few moments, she noticed that he was holding something in his hand--some kind of fabric, it felt like.
Then, with a gentle but firm movement, Ned forced Stacey in the direction of their bed, and she obligingly lay down on it. Equally firmly, with an unstoppable sense of purpose, Ned crawled on top of her but not as a final destination but rather en route to the small dresser on the right side of the bed, where they kept their special "toys."
Stacey did not even follow him with her eyes as moved toward the dresser, but instead simply lay there--breathing a little more heavily than usual, she noticed. Her breath and heart rate increased even more as she heard the familiar sound of the drawer being opened and the somewhat less familiar light clinking sound of the handcuffs.
With that same determination, Ned forcefully yet not hurriedly attached one pair of handcuffs to Stacey's left wrist, locking it in place around her silky white joint, and the other end he put around the bedpost. He repeated the procedure for her other wrist, the one farther from the dresser, and on his way to do so he had exchanged a brief, knowing glance with Stacey. She tried to suppress a smile but as his eyes met hers, she could not help but smirk and Ned slyly smiled back before proceeding with his very serious work.
When he finished chaining her other wrist to the other bedpost, she expected him to proceed right to her ankles and bind them, so she was not paying particular attention to Ned and kind of staring off into space when she became aware of an unusual movement above her. Ned's arms were in the air, doing something to his upper body or head, and then when his movements let in an additional sliver of light from the window, she could make out what he was doing; he had put a dark mask over his head, one that covered his entire head save for slits for the eyes and an opening for his mouth. The recognition of this and the sudden realization of how helpless her upper body now was filled her with delight; she had been tied with ropes and some of Ned's cloth ties before but something about being restrained with metal handcuffs made her feel more trapped. This gave her a rush she had not felt in a long time, and her pubic area began to come alive and twinge with excitement.
Then Ned, in his gentle but firm way as always, backed himself down to the foot of the bed and grabbed Stacey's ankles and dragged her body as far as he could to the edge of the bed. This stretched out Stacey's body, particularly her arms which were now pinned almost straight up from her helpless torso. The excitement of her predicament began to intensify even more than she thought it could.
Ned then reached back to the dresser, exchanging another furtive, knowing and loving glance with Stacey, and took out the two white ties he had bought so long ago and had used unhappily not as often as he would have liked. He went back to the end of the bed and wrapped one tie around Stacey's left ankle and tied the other end to one of the low bedposts at the foot of the bed. He did the same with her right ankle, and Stacey's helplessness was now complete. To test this for herself, Stacey tugged at her bonds and tried to move all four of her limbs but had for the reward of her efforts only the terrifying yet exciting sensation that she was in a more immobile position than she had ever been.
Stacey had barely had time to undress before Ned had come back down to the bedroom, so she was wearing only her bra across her chest and her panties and pantyhose; she had taken off her dress and her shoes. Now, as she lay there, staring up at the ceiling in anticipation, she was surprised at a new sensation she felt; Ned was putting her shoes back on, in a very gentle and loving manner. She was puzzled now, but this puzzlement only added to the excitement of her helpless predicament.
Stacey then became conscious of Ned's weight shifting from the bottom of the bed toward the top, toward her helpless torso and arms. He reached her and put his hands in the middle of her outstretched arms, more for balance than anything else, and gently began to kiss her lips. Stacey, excited beyond words, kissed back in an equally loving but more frenzied pace, the unfamiliar feeling of Ned's face kissing her through a smooth mask instead of feeling the usual texture of his beard being noted by her but causing her no undue concern.
After this loving exchange, Ned whispered to her softly, "I love you so much" and Stacey whispered back "I love you, too," and the two's lips met again in a passionate kiss. As they were locked in this oral embrace, she was startled to hear words emanating from his mouth, words that seemed to echo in her oral cavity and into her head, words that when she grasped their meaning only after a few additional moments made her gasp: "Now, my dear lady, I am going to torture you in the way that you most dread."
Chapter Two
After pausing a few seconds to let the words sink into Stacey's consciousness and enjoying the visible reaction it provoked in her, Ned slowly slid his hands down from their position on the inside of her elbows, but as he did so he pulled back all of his fingers of his hands except for the index fingers, and these he dragged slowly down in the direction of her armpits. Doing so tickled Stacey lightly and she responded with that sweet, soft giggle that had always turned Ned on so much.
When Ned's index fingers reached both of Stacey's armpits, Stacey sudden became aware of a change in the motion of his fingers. Now instead of lightly dragging his fingers, Ned began a poking, drilling motion into the center of her armpits that shook Stacey's senses. As Ned's single fingers began to drill and poke all around her armpits, Stacey began to erupt in her other characteristic kind of laugh, a loud belly-laugh that also excited Ned hugely. Yet for Stacey nothing was funny; accompanying her laughter were frenzied movements of her arms to try to escape, but she was too firmly bound by her arms and her lower body was no help, restrained as it was by the ties around her ankles and the weight of Ned's big body on her midsection.
As Ned's torture of her in this way continued, through her laughter the realization dawned on Stacey that she was absolutely trapped. There would be no one around to help her; she was totally at Ned's mercy. It was late on a Saturday night in her little town, no neighbors close by--sure, someone had moved into the house next door that had been unoccupied for so long, but the house might as well have still been abandoned for what little she knew of its inhabitants. She couldn't be sure there was anyone around to hear her screams, and as these thoughts cascaded through her head and fought for prominence in her consciousness with her feeble attempts to the deal with the sensations of her current torture, she became aware of an arousal whose intensity she had rarely experienced before.
So she was in a state of heightened pleasure even as through her hysterical laughter she pleaded, "Neh-eh-eh-eh-d-d-d!! Plee-ee-ee-ee-ase st-ah-ah-ah-p!!" Ned, caring for his Stacey more than any person could care for another, knew how Stacey got when she laughed too much; he knew she would often have trouble breathing, so he paused for a few moments to allow her to catch her breath. As Stacey's pants became reduced to semi-normal breathing, he suddenly resumed his attack on her armpits, this time using all five fingers on each hand to dance across her sensitive skin. Stacey again exploded in laughter accompanied occasionally by a pitiful shrieking, whose intensity was magnified even further by more pleas: "Ho-neeeeeeey! Pleeeeaassse!"
After a while, Ned ceased his attentions on the underside of her arms and moved down a little so that Stacey's whole torso was his to do as he willed. Stacey's abdomen was never that ticklish, but Ned always managed to find a few vulnerable spots. He especially liked to dig his face into these spots and nibble at them furiously, the echoing laughter from Stacey's chest rippling down to meet his mouth.
As he worked his way down her body, Ned paused to give some attention to Stacey's vagina, which had been brought to life by his cruelties and Stacey's absolute inability to do anything to stop it. He massaged her clit, causing Stacey to moan in ecstasy, but he cruelly cut short his pleasuring her to continue the torture that would pleasure both of them. He reached behind her and began to poke and wiggle his fingers into her sensitive thighs and butt. Stacey jerked in reaction before erupting in more sustained laughter, which intensified as Ned's fingers increased the intensity of their tickling.
Stacey's predicament and helpless, hysterical laughter and struggling had made Ned's penis rock-hard, his face flushed (though with the mask only he was aware of how warm his face was getting) and his heart beating wildly, but Ned--and Stacey--knew this was only the beginning; he had much more torturing--and pleasuring--of Stacey to do. He slowly worked his hands down the undersides of her legs, with Stacey bucking frantically to try to escape it. When he reached her knees, he suddenly thrust his face into the underside of her left knee, and the sound of Stacey screeching with laughter caused his masculinity to throb even more. Hardly able to contain himself, he slowly began his final descent toward her feet.
Chapter Three
Knowing full well his intentions, Stacey began to whimper and moan, begging Ned not to tickle her feet. But when Ned got to her left foot, he wiggled his fingers across the top and around the ankle of her still heel-clad foot causing Stacey to fall into spasmodic giggling. Ned then slowly slipped her shoe partially off with one hand as his other found its way onto her sensitive sole and arch. The sensation of being tickled through her nylons was so intense for Stacey that she thought she would burst her bladder. Her sense of helplessness was increased by the fact that Ned left her shoe partly on, so as a result she couldn't bend her foot at all to protect her sole.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ned stopped and looked back at Stacey as she caught her breath. She could see the wild look of desire in his eyes even in the dark and fully expected, but dreaded, what he eventually said: "Now, it's the other one's turn!" At these words, Stacey fell back and let out an anguished cry, but at the thought of what was about to happen and realizing she was still completely helpless and unable to prevent any of it, the fire in her **** only blazed hotter.
To increase the effects of the torture, Ned did the same exact thing as he had done to her other foot, namely after paying attention to the top he slowly slid the heel of her shoe off and let his other hand find its way to the soft underside of her foot to do its business. After an equal amount of time and suffering for Stacey, Ned stopped and then Stacey felt his hands on the upper part of her leg. Ned began to strip off her nylon, and Stacey's eyes widened in fear at what he had in store for her now. After Ned had gone to her other leg and taken her nylons completely off, he sat down on her left ankle and began gently to massage her foot, which she ordinarily loved. Even though he wasn't tickling her now, the feel of Ned's body on her leg and the realization that her left foot was now in the most vulnerable, helpless position of her whole body added to Stacey's ecstasy.
Ned then began to lick her toes, on the tops and underneath, and in the most sensitive spot, between them. As he did so, he reached back to Stacey's vagina and began to stroke her clit. Stacey welcomed the intrusion, to say the least; her whole mid section began to throb with pleasure and the wetness more than made up for the fact that Ned had not yet lubricated her.
Then Ned did something that shocked Stacey out of her temporary euphoria: he began to untie her left ankle. After he had freed her, he lifted her leg and, to Stacey's amazement--in her condition she couldn't be sure if she was hearing anything right--he said, "Me Tarzan; you Jane!" and begin playing with the toes on her foot in a parody of a scene she had recently pointed out to him in a new Disney video they had given their daughter. Almost more out the ridiculousness of the situation, the fact that he was parroting a children's video and that she had actually deluded herself into thinking that Ned was actually going to be content merely with massaging her foot, as well as the fact that his present actions did tickle her quite a bit, Stacey began a convulsive, hysterical laughter that drove Ned over the edge.
Ned's erection was protruding from his underpants, and since they were a light-colored grey, Stacey could see the wetness even in the dim light. He practically flung himself at her midsection and as he came nearer he ripped off his mask and Stacey could see the look of animal passion and excitement on his face. Despite his overanxiousness, when he got into position he copulated with her firmly but gently. He began to rock and Stacey obligingly rocked along with him. Stacey felt that she had never wanted anything more than she now wanted Ned, the man she loved so much, inside of her. They pumped almost in unison up and down until, in a surprisingly short time, both of them reached astronomical heights of orgasm. Talk about seeing stars and feeling the earth shake! They vocalized and panted heavily like two people completely out of control in their passionate lust. Gradually, their motions and sounds subsided and Ned slowly let himself down and collapsed on top of Stacey.
For a long while, neither one spoke. Almost the only sound, besides their heavy breathing slowly diminishing, was Ned's wiping the sweat that was now dripping profusely from his forehead and upper body. Then Ned, from a resource deep within his being that he was surprised to learn he possessed, raised himself and made his way to Stacey's face. She was still breathing heavily, but thankfully not asthmatically, her face coated in sweat, tousles of her lovely curly hair all about her face, and her eyes--her beautiful eyes half closed and still having the dream-like quality of being in another world. He gently moved his face toward hers and felt the light exhaling of her sweet breath. He put his lips on hers and kissed her in a long, tender, passionate way until he realized that his total exhaustion was about to overcome him. So he quickly summoned what little strength he had left in him to lift himself and untie Stacey's right ankle and undo the cuffs around her wrists. As soon as he did so, Stacey, herself completely exhausted, somehow found the strength to wrap her arms around Ned and they hugged and kissed again. Then, almost simultaneously, they fell into a deep slumber in each other's arms to sleep the night away--and begin the journey toward the next night's adventure.
THE END
Chapter One
At last, they were alone. After a hard week of working and taking care of the kids, it was finally Saturday night. Earlier in the day, they had left the kids with Ned's folks, who lived in a town two hours away, to spend the weekend with them. Ned and Stacey had had the rest of the day and evening to themselves; they had just gotten home from dinner at the best restaurant in town and from seeing the movie Erin Brockovich.
All during the drive home in the early afternoon and throughout the rest of the day, Ned and Stacey had enjoyed each other's company immensely, talking and laughing as they had in the days before they had children, when they could give each other their uninterrupted attention without having to attend to a child's needs every two seconds. Granted, they both loved their kids, but they had had no idea how demanding parenthood could be. They had a great dinner, and then Stacey enjoyed the movie, but Ned had other things on his mind to get much into it. No, not his work for once, and not really Julia Roberts; even though he was titillated by the sight of her long, shapely legs in some of the scenes, he had never thought Roberts was particularly attractive. And even though he was mildly amused by parts of the movie, he was pretty much distracted, thinking of his plans for later that evening.
So they had finally made it home. It was around 9 o'clock in the evening, and the usual bedtime for both of them (parents with young children usually go to bed so early). But there would be nothing usual about this night. Their nighttime rituals did begin in a mundane fashion, with Ned feeding the cat and then going upstairs to do a final check of his e-mail. "Be back in a minute," he said, and Stacey flashed her lovely smile at him and said "O.K." Then she began to get out of what she had worn that evening, namely her beautiful velour dress, sheer pantyhose and high heels.
After a few minutes, suddenly the bedroom light went out, and Stacey noticed that there were no other lights on in the house either. Startled, she turned around toward the bedroom door, and in the dim light cast by the street lamp far outside the window she could see the outline of Ned's body, or at least what she hoped was that of her husband. It was a large, male figure, wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting undershorts. After closing and locking the bedroom door, the figure slowly and menacingly moved toward her.
Enraptured, Stacey stood as if frozen, but not by any kind of fear--even though she still was not completely sure this was her darling Ned. By the time the figure reached her, he was close enough to make out as her Ned, and confirmation of this came when he put both arms around her and gently kissed her in only that special way that Ned did. She kissed back lovingly but with a twinge of excitement caused by the strange spontaneity and newness of the situation. As she kissed Ned in his arms for the next few moments, she noticed that he was holding something in his hand--some kind of fabric, it felt like.
Then, with a gentle but firm movement, Ned forced Stacey in the direction of their bed, and she obligingly lay down on it. Equally firmly, with an unstoppable sense of purpose, Ned crawled on top of her but not as a final destination but rather en route to the small dresser on the right side of the bed, where they kept their special "toys."
Stacey did not even follow him with her eyes as moved toward the dresser, but instead simply lay there--breathing a little more heavily than usual, she noticed. Her breath and heart rate increased even more as she heard the familiar sound of the drawer being opened and the somewhat less familiar light clinking sound of the handcuffs.
With that same determination, Ned forcefully yet not hurriedly attached one pair of handcuffs to Stacey's left wrist, locking it in place around her silky white joint, and the other end he put around the bedpost. He repeated the procedure for her other wrist, the one farther from the dresser, and on his way to do so he had exchanged a brief, knowing glance with Stacey. She tried to suppress a smile but as his eyes met hers, she could not help but smirk and Ned slyly smiled back before proceeding with his very serious work.
When he finished chaining her other wrist to the other bedpost, she expected him to proceed right to her ankles and bind them, so she was not paying particular attention to Ned and kind of staring off into space when she became aware of an unusual movement above her. Ned's arms were in the air, doing something to his upper body or head, and then when his movements let in an additional sliver of light from the window, she could make out what he was doing; he had put a dark mask over his head, one that covered his entire head save for slits for the eyes and an opening for his mouth. The recognition of this and the sudden realization of how helpless her upper body now was filled her with delight; she had been tied with ropes and some of Ned's cloth ties before but something about being restrained with metal handcuffs made her feel more trapped. This gave her a rush she had not felt in a long time, and her pubic area began to come alive and twinge with excitement.
Then Ned, in his gentle but firm way as always, backed himself down to the foot of the bed and grabbed Stacey's ankles and dragged her body as far as he could to the edge of the bed. This stretched out Stacey's body, particularly her arms which were now pinned almost straight up from her helpless torso. The excitement of her predicament began to intensify even more than she thought it could.
Ned then reached back to the dresser, exchanging another furtive, knowing and loving glance with Stacey, and took out the two white ties he had bought so long ago and had used unhappily not as often as he would have liked. He went back to the end of the bed and wrapped one tie around Stacey's left ankle and tied the other end to one of the low bedposts at the foot of the bed. He did the same with her right ankle, and Stacey's helplessness was now complete. To test this for herself, Stacey tugged at her bonds and tried to move all four of her limbs but had for the reward of her efforts only the terrifying yet exciting sensation that she was in a more immobile position than she had ever been.
Stacey had barely had time to undress before Ned had come back down to the bedroom, so she was wearing only her bra across her chest and her panties and pantyhose; she had taken off her dress and her shoes. Now, as she lay there, staring up at the ceiling in anticipation, she was surprised at a new sensation she felt; Ned was putting her shoes back on, in a very gentle and loving manner. She was puzzled now, but this puzzlement only added to the excitement of her helpless predicament.
Stacey then became conscious of Ned's weight shifting from the bottom of the bed toward the top, toward her helpless torso and arms. He reached her and put his hands in the middle of her outstretched arms, more for balance than anything else, and gently began to kiss her lips. Stacey, excited beyond words, kissed back in an equally loving but more frenzied pace, the unfamiliar feeling of Ned's face kissing her through a smooth mask instead of feeling the usual texture of his beard being noted by her but causing her no undue concern.
After this loving exchange, Ned whispered to her softly, "I love you so much" and Stacey whispered back "I love you, too," and the two's lips met again in a passionate kiss. As they were locked in this oral embrace, she was startled to hear words emanating from his mouth, words that seemed to echo in her oral cavity and into her head, words that when she grasped their meaning only after a few additional moments made her gasp: "Now, my dear lady, I am going to torture you in the way that you most dread."
Chapter Two
After pausing a few seconds to let the words sink into Stacey's consciousness and enjoying the visible reaction it provoked in her, Ned slowly slid his hands down from their position on the inside of her elbows, but as he did so he pulled back all of his fingers of his hands except for the index fingers, and these he dragged slowly down in the direction of her armpits. Doing so tickled Stacey lightly and she responded with that sweet, soft giggle that had always turned Ned on so much.
When Ned's index fingers reached both of Stacey's armpits, Stacey sudden became aware of a change in the motion of his fingers. Now instead of lightly dragging his fingers, Ned began a poking, drilling motion into the center of her armpits that shook Stacey's senses. As Ned's single fingers began to drill and poke all around her armpits, Stacey began to erupt in her other characteristic kind of laugh, a loud belly-laugh that also excited Ned hugely. Yet for Stacey nothing was funny; accompanying her laughter were frenzied movements of her arms to try to escape, but she was too firmly bound by her arms and her lower body was no help, restrained as it was by the ties around her ankles and the weight of Ned's big body on her midsection.
As Ned's torture of her in this way continued, through her laughter the realization dawned on Stacey that she was absolutely trapped. There would be no one around to help her; she was totally at Ned's mercy. It was late on a Saturday night in her little town, no neighbors close by--sure, someone had moved into the house next door that had been unoccupied for so long, but the house might as well have still been abandoned for what little she knew of its inhabitants. She couldn't be sure there was anyone around to hear her screams, and as these thoughts cascaded through her head and fought for prominence in her consciousness with her feeble attempts to the deal with the sensations of her current torture, she became aware of an arousal whose intensity she had rarely experienced before.
So she was in a state of heightened pleasure even as through her hysterical laughter she pleaded, "Neh-eh-eh-eh-d-d-d!! Plee-ee-ee-ee-ase st-ah-ah-ah-p!!" Ned, caring for his Stacey more than any person could care for another, knew how Stacey got when she laughed too much; he knew she would often have trouble breathing, so he paused for a few moments to allow her to catch her breath. As Stacey's pants became reduced to semi-normal breathing, he suddenly resumed his attack on her armpits, this time using all five fingers on each hand to dance across her sensitive skin. Stacey again exploded in laughter accompanied occasionally by a pitiful shrieking, whose intensity was magnified even further by more pleas: "Ho-neeeeeeey! Pleeeeaassse!"
After a while, Ned ceased his attentions on the underside of her arms and moved down a little so that Stacey's whole torso was his to do as he willed. Stacey's abdomen was never that ticklish, but Ned always managed to find a few vulnerable spots. He especially liked to dig his face into these spots and nibble at them furiously, the echoing laughter from Stacey's chest rippling down to meet his mouth.
As he worked his way down her body, Ned paused to give some attention to Stacey's vagina, which had been brought to life by his cruelties and Stacey's absolute inability to do anything to stop it. He massaged her clit, causing Stacey to moan in ecstasy, but he cruelly cut short his pleasuring her to continue the torture that would pleasure both of them. He reached behind her and began to poke and wiggle his fingers into her sensitive thighs and butt. Stacey jerked in reaction before erupting in more sustained laughter, which intensified as Ned's fingers increased the intensity of their tickling.
Stacey's predicament and helpless, hysterical laughter and struggling had made Ned's penis rock-hard, his face flushed (though with the mask only he was aware of how warm his face was getting) and his heart beating wildly, but Ned--and Stacey--knew this was only the beginning; he had much more torturing--and pleasuring--of Stacey to do. He slowly worked his hands down the undersides of her legs, with Stacey bucking frantically to try to escape it. When he reached her knees, he suddenly thrust his face into the underside of her left knee, and the sound of Stacey screeching with laughter caused his masculinity to throb even more. Hardly able to contain himself, he slowly began his final descent toward her feet.
Chapter Three
Knowing full well his intentions, Stacey began to whimper and moan, begging Ned not to tickle her feet. But when Ned got to her left foot, he wiggled his fingers across the top and around the ankle of her still heel-clad foot causing Stacey to fall into spasmodic giggling. Ned then slowly slipped her shoe partially off with one hand as his other found its way onto her sensitive sole and arch. The sensation of being tickled through her nylons was so intense for Stacey that she thought she would burst her bladder. Her sense of helplessness was increased by the fact that Ned left her shoe partly on, so as a result she couldn't bend her foot at all to protect her sole.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ned stopped and looked back at Stacey as she caught her breath. She could see the wild look of desire in his eyes even in the dark and fully expected, but dreaded, what he eventually said: "Now, it's the other one's turn!" At these words, Stacey fell back and let out an anguished cry, but at the thought of what was about to happen and realizing she was still completely helpless and unable to prevent any of it, the fire in her **** only blazed hotter.
To increase the effects of the torture, Ned did the same exact thing as he had done to her other foot, namely after paying attention to the top he slowly slid the heel of her shoe off and let his other hand find its way to the soft underside of her foot to do its business. After an equal amount of time and suffering for Stacey, Ned stopped and then Stacey felt his hands on the upper part of her leg. Ned began to strip off her nylon, and Stacey's eyes widened in fear at what he had in store for her now. After Ned had gone to her other leg and taken her nylons completely off, he sat down on her left ankle and began gently to massage her foot, which she ordinarily loved. Even though he wasn't tickling her now, the feel of Ned's body on her leg and the realization that her left foot was now in the most vulnerable, helpless position of her whole body added to Stacey's ecstasy.
Ned then began to lick her toes, on the tops and underneath, and in the most sensitive spot, between them. As he did so, he reached back to Stacey's vagina and began to stroke her clit. Stacey welcomed the intrusion, to say the least; her whole mid section began to throb with pleasure and the wetness more than made up for the fact that Ned had not yet lubricated her.
Then Ned did something that shocked Stacey out of her temporary euphoria: he began to untie her left ankle. After he had freed her, he lifted her leg and, to Stacey's amazement--in her condition she couldn't be sure if she was hearing anything right--he said, "Me Tarzan; you Jane!" and begin playing with the toes on her foot in a parody of a scene she had recently pointed out to him in a new Disney video they had given their daughter. Almost more out the ridiculousness of the situation, the fact that he was parroting a children's video and that she had actually deluded herself into thinking that Ned was actually going to be content merely with massaging her foot, as well as the fact that his present actions did tickle her quite a bit, Stacey began a convulsive, hysterical laughter that drove Ned over the edge.
Ned's erection was protruding from his underpants, and since they were a light-colored grey, Stacey could see the wetness even in the dim light. He practically flung himself at her midsection and as he came nearer he ripped off his mask and Stacey could see the look of animal passion and excitement on his face. Despite his overanxiousness, when he got into position he copulated with her firmly but gently. He began to rock and Stacey obligingly rocked along with him. Stacey felt that she had never wanted anything more than she now wanted Ned, the man she loved so much, inside of her. They pumped almost in unison up and down until, in a surprisingly short time, both of them reached astronomical heights of orgasm. Talk about seeing stars and feeling the earth shake! They vocalized and panted heavily like two people completely out of control in their passionate lust. Gradually, their motions and sounds subsided and Ned slowly let himself down and collapsed on top of Stacey.
For a long while, neither one spoke. Almost the only sound, besides their heavy breathing slowly diminishing, was Ned's wiping the sweat that was now dripping profusely from his forehead and upper body. Then Ned, from a resource deep within his being that he was surprised to learn he possessed, raised himself and made his way to Stacey's face. She was still breathing heavily, but thankfully not asthmatically, her face coated in sweat, tousles of her lovely curly hair all about her face, and her eyes--her beautiful eyes half closed and still having the dream-like quality of being in another world. He gently moved his face toward hers and felt the light exhaling of her sweet breath. He put his lips on hers and kissed her in a long, tender, passionate way until he realized that his total exhaustion was about to overcome him. So he quickly summoned what little strength he had left in him to lift himself and untie Stacey's right ankle and undo the cuffs around her wrists. As soon as he did so, Stacey, herself completely exhausted, somehow found the strength to wrap her arms around Ned and they hugged and kissed again. Then, almost simultaneously, they fell into a deep slumber in each other's arms to sleep the night away--and begin the journey toward the next night's adventure.
THE END
