Tie me up and blindfold me

Monica smiles, “Oh I have so many. It’s taken a while to get my sex drive back up after the second baby, but the last few weeks I’ve really been feeling it. Maybe it’s because of the books I’ve been reading, but I’ve gotten a lot of ideas I want to try with Chandler. Hmmm. Okay. One day I want to blindfold him and tie him to a chair.”

Monica looks around like she gave a satisfactory answer. She wants to tie me up. Question answered.

“Nope!” Rachel says. “You’re not getting away with that! We need wayyy more details! I told you about my husband going down on me for an hour.”

“That actually happened though. Mine is just something that might happen, so I don’t have the level of details yours did,” my wife explains.

Phoebe says, “Make up the details. What do you want to happen when you blindfold him and tie him up? What’s the plan and the intended outcome?”

Monica sighs. She’s not getting out of this. She points at Joey, “Do not get turned on. This is about my husband. Not you!”

Joey nods, keeping his mouth shut. Looks like he’s learning.

Monica starts describing her very detailed plan.

“Once the kids were in bed, Chandler would take a shower. I wouldn’t let him get dressed. I’d tie him down to a kitchen chair in our bedroom. I’d watch a YouTube video to learn how to do it. I’d put a blindfold on him, then leave him in the room by himself while I showered.

“When I come back to the room, I will proceed to tease the ever-loving-Jesus out of him. Whispering the dirtiest things in his ears. I’d want to see how fast he could get hard before ever touching him. Then I’d start physically teasing him: running my nails on his body, peppering him with soft kisses everywhere I wanted. Then I would shock him by running an ice cube over his body. I’d lick up the melting water before it hit the floor. Finally I’d start rubbing my naked body against his. I’d drag my nipple across his face so he’d try to suck it then I’d pull it away.

“He’d be **** for me, but helpless to get me.”

Monica gives me a little look, the fire reflects in her brown eyes. She's teasing me right now. I’m already **** for her.

Ross cries, “Woooo that sounds cruel. At least you aren’t locking his dick in a tiny cage.”

His wife looks at him like he said the strangest thing, “What are you talking about?”

“Uh nothing,” Ross says backtracking.

“No. You interrupted Monica’s story,” Phoebe says. “At least tell us what you meant?”

“Uh some wives lock their husband’s dicks in little cages? I don’t know. I’ve seen it in porn. Don’t look at me like that! I’m sorry I brought it up!” Ross shuts his mouth and takes a big gulp of his bourbon.

Joey smiles across the fire at his best friend, happy that he’s not the only one who’s put his foot in his mouth.

Phoebe asks Monica, “So would you then get down on your knees and pleasure your tied-up **** husband, or would you mount him and use his hard cock like a dildo?”

I’m so **** for her. My wife can use me anyway she wants.