A Bored Wife

“Things happen when they are meant to happen, and if they’re not meant to happen, then they don’t happen.” That’s what my old man used to say. And I think it’s true. So, in a way, what happened between Molly and me is not my fault. On the other hand, however, I feel bad because Tony is my friend and Molly is his wife. In the end, I only took care of a bored wife. I’ll tell you the story, and you’ll decide if I’m guilty or not. Are you ready to play jury on me?

It all began when Tony said he would be leaving for a couple of weeks, and he asked me to take care of Molly. They had never been apart for so long, and he didn’t want her to get the blues. You know what I mean. I said I’d do it. I mean, Tony’s my friend, and I couldn’t let him down.

At first, it was all great. We went to all the places Molly had wanted to visit, but hadn’t had time to go to. We were in three museums, two beaches, and a very nice hill, with a fine restaurant at the top. 

However, when the second week started, we were running out of ideas. That’s why, when I asked her to do a Shibari scene together, she agreed. I mean, I’ve been a rigger for several years now, and she had never tried bondage before. So, I guessed it would be an exciting experience.

And exciting it was! On the one hand, Molly discovered a whole bunch of new sensations, which she really seemed to enjoy. On the other hand, I hadn’t realized just how attractive she is. And I’d lie if I said I didn’t enjoy tying such a beautiful woman.

The experience Shibari created a sexual tension between us that had never been there before. And it’s all a mess! Because Tony is my friend, and I don’t want to take the next, disastrous step.

So far, Tony’s back, and I’ve been keeping myself away from Molly. But who knows what’s going to happen with a bored wife and a best friend?