I was in Europe when my sister got married; it was a rather quick romance - - she wasn�t pregnant but probably horney and lonely - - so I had never met my brother-in-law beforehand. So when I visited a couple of weeks after the wedding, it was my first time. He was a handsome articulate man who seemed to have everything going for him; I could understand why Linda fell for him so quickly. But as I was to find out, it was not all perfection.
�Sis, you have a choice for sleeping arrangements. You can share the guest room with Eric or the queen bed with me.�
What??? They weren�t sleeping together already?
�I can see that you are surprised. Eric is a sleep-walker and the specialist we talked with said that he should sleep so that he could not do this. At the end of a month, with the help of a hypnosis record played during his sleep, he should be cured.�
�How are you going to stop him?� I asked.
They took me into the guest room and I saw one of the twin beds had been fitted with a pair of wood stocks, just like in the American colonies!
�Each night I lock him into the stocks. It�s a good thing he normally sleeps on his back so he�s in the right position. Oh, in case you wonder, we have our sex before he goes to bed, though we have thought of trying it while he is in the stocks.�
Knowing from my younger days that sharing a bed with Linda is like having a perpetual-motion machine next to you, I opted for the guest room. It was no problem with modesty because I changed into my sleeping attire in another room before coming to bed.
My mind was filled with thoughts of the helpless man in the bed across the room but I managed to get to sleep. However, a turn of events changed these thoughts into something more. Linda announced that she had to go on an unexpected business trip for three days. If she had known sooner, Eric could have arranged for time off but this was supposed to have been someone else�s appointment and she couldn�t make it. Would I please make sure that Eric was properly put in bed each night?
Everything was fine the first night; I suppressed my fantasies. But something happened the second night which gave me an opportunity - - the power went out due to a storm. Not only did we have no light but we had no air-conditioning, and it was HOT. (By that time, so was I, in another way.) I knew that neither of us could sleep in our usual attire so I suggested our swimming suits; since there was no light, we should not arouse each other.
Well, when it came time to put Eric in bed, I could see from the light of the moon - - the storms had finished but the power restoring people had not - - that he was wearing a Speedo. That was too much for me. I had Penis Envy, not that I wanted one for myself but that I couldn�t stand the thought of Linda having that one all for herself. It was a time for action! I had bought a couple of pair of toy handcuffs for the upcoming bachelor party for a friend and after I put Eric into his stocks, I walked around to the side of the bed, took one of the pairs of handcuffs, and secured his wrist to the frame of the bed. Then I did the same to the other wrist, though by this time he had realized what was happening and tried to resist. Since his hands were facing up, he couldn�t reach the catch to release himself.
Now that he was helpless, I took my fingernail and brushed it against the bottom of his balls.
�Don�t do that! I�m married to your sister. Have you forgotten that?�
�Don�t worry. This isn�t adultery. It�s just fun.�
I continued brushing his balls and cock until I could feel him getting larger. Then I stopped. He moaned.
�You told me to stop. So I am.�
Poor guy, more than halfway to an orgasm and I stopped it!
�Oh, God, please continue.�
�But you told me to stop. Now you�ll have to pay my price.�
�Anything.�
I stood over the head of the bed and dangled my tits in his face.
�Lick.�
He had no choice. I massaged my cunt and soon he brought me to orgasm. Now it was my turn to finish him off. Which I did rather quickly.
�Remember, Eric, this never happened. I will leave as soon as Linda returns and the next time you see me, your treatment will be finished.�
At that point, the lights went back on. Eric saw me standing in my bikini bottom and no top, and I saw his Speedo was filled with messy stuff. I released his hands but kept the stocks in place so he slept with the mess. In the morning, he took a shower and hung the Speedos up to dry. Which they did before Linda returned.
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10.07.03