[RealWithRy]

During my wild phase, a few weeks after we'd last seen James, he unexpectedly texted me.

"Can I ask you something?"

His next message caught me completely off guard.

"Would you ever be comfortable being tied up?"

I'd never tried bondage before, so I was immediately curious but also a little nervous. I told him that if we were going to explore it, my husband needed to be there, we'd establish a safeword, and I needed to know that I could stop everything at any moment.

James understood. He explained that bondage had always been a fantasy of his. He also admitted that his girlfriend had no idea he was exploring this side of himself. He'd told her he was simply spending the evening hanging out with some buddies, which technically wasn't entirely untrue, considering my husband and he were becoming pretty good friends.

I brought the idea to my husband that evening.

"I'm interested," I admitted, "but I'm nervous."

He asked what would make me feel safer.

"You being there."

We talked through boundaries, expectations, and the safeword. My husband eventually told me that if I genuinely wanted to try it, he was comfortable with the idea as long as everything stayed within the boundaries we'd established.

Friday evening arrived, and James showed up around five. He and my husband talked for a while before heading out to pick up some Asian food for dinner and some supplies we'd discussed. James also brought the shock collar he'd mentioned, although we agreed beforehand that it would only be used if I specifically agreed in the moment.

After dinner, I put the kids to bed and came back downstairs. The house was quiet, and suddenly the whole thing felt much more real.

We went over everything one last time.

"Still comfortable?" my husband asked.

I nodded.

Before anything started, James asked another question. He wanted to know whether I was comfortable with degrading comments as part of the role-play. I'd never really explored that side of things, so I admitted I was unsure. I made it clear that anything that crossed my boundary would be stopped immediately. My husband was there for that conversation too, which made me feel much safer about experimenting with something so unfamiliar. After agreeing on some limits and reminding ourselves that the safeword applied to everything, we were ready to continue.

James waited for my signal before beginning. He was very deliberate and confident as he made his moves. "You want to help me with this bad girl?" James asked my husband. My husband grinned and walked over towards us. James grabbed both my hands and held them up over my head and pinned me with my back against the wall. "Kiss your wife's innocence goodbye." James told my husband as he kissed me on my cheek. That comment struck me as funny. I hadn't been innocent in a very long time, but we were doing this and I was going along with it. My husband grinned. They both spun me around and pushed my chest into the wall and while they restrained my hands behind my back.

At this point I was wearing only a bra, my pajama pants, and my underwear. They both walked me over to the bed and manhandled me face down, arms still restrained. "We need to get her naked." James shouted. Both of them started taking my clothing off piece by piece. They started sliding my pajama pants off, as well as my underwear. That only left my bra. My husband came over and unclasped it before James finished the job.

I laid there for a minute, completely naked, face down, and arms bound behind me. That's when I heard James rustling around in his duffle bag. He was getting the shock collar out. He placed it on me and used a length of rope to act as a leash.

"You may want to go sit over there," Directing my husband to go sit on my vanity. "This could get intense."

He asked me if he untied my hands if I would be a good girl. I nodded in agreement. He untied my hands and ordered me to roll over on my back. I complied like the good submissive girl he fantasizes about. He then tied my hands to the posts on the headboard stretched above me.

"You didn't think I was going to let you off that easy did you?"

After that, he ordered me to lift my hips up. I complied again and he put a pillow under my lower back, exposing my ass. He stepped back for a minute, and I was left unsure of his intentions, but I went with it. He came back with a bottle of lube and a butt plug and with no warning at all, pressed it to my ass until it went in. I wasn't expecting it, but the feeling was unmatched.

The sensation of being restrained with a butt plug inserted was completely unfamiliar, and I could feel my nerves building as I realized I was actually going through with something I'd only ever imagined before.

James paused several times to check that I was comfortable, and my husband remained the person I could look toward whenever I needed reassurance.

James spent a couple minutes caressing my restrained body and kissing me everywhere which was a big turn on for me. I could feel myself getting aroused. Then, he gave me a quick, light pulse with the collar, more startling than painful. I jumped at the unexpected sensation, and both of them immediately checked my reaction. After I confirmed I was still comfortable, we continued cautiously, gradually increasing the intensity until I said to not go any higher.

My husband walked over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and told me that I was being a good little sl*t. When he sat back down at the vanity, James came over and started fingering me with the butt plug still inserted. I felt a little pressure, but it was very pleasurable. He got me to climax here, back to back, 3 times.

After that, he untied me and led me with the leash to the floor.

"Get on your knees, face on the ground, and keep your ass up"

He lightly mashed my face into the carpet and got my husband to come help tie my hands behind my back again. Then he restrained my ankles together with rope. He pulled the plug out of me and slipped his c*ck inside my ass. James was probably in the top guys I've had concerning length. I was told he was 10 inches but never measured myself. However, he wasn't extremely girthy. Slightly smaller than the butt plug. It went in smoothly but I could feel it deeper than I had ever taken anal before and it was turning me on.

He thrusts in me several strokes before he picks up the pace for a few minutes. While my hands and ankles are restrained and my face is resting on the carpet, I asked him to stick it in my p****. He glady did and proceeded to f*** me doggy style, while shouting and name calling. It didn't make me mad or anything, but it was definitely different. At this point, he could have called me any name he wanted because I was getting one of the best f*** sessions I had ever had.

After a few minutes of that, he ordered me back up on the bed. Still restrained, him and my husband had to help me. They laid me on my back and James ordered me to look up and relax my throat. I knew what was coming and I was nervously hoping he would like it. He climbed up on the bed and as my husband was watching, he stuck his rod down my throat almost to the base. Of course, I choked and gagged a little, but I had never had one this long in my mouth.

This went on only for a couple minutes before he pulled out, placed the tip of his c*** on my upper lip, and continued to stroke. Within seconds he was cumming all over my face. I was still looking up, so part ran up my nose and I had to blow it out. He politely asked if I was ok. I told him that I was and I just needed to blow my nose.

Still restrained, they brought over a towel and wiped me up and helped me blow my nose. They untied me and returned everything to the duffle bag. By the time the evening was winding down, I was still on the bed, catching my breath and taking in just how far outside my normal comfort zone I'd gone. James had returned to his usual calm, matter-of-fact self, but there was a satisfied smile on his face as we talked about the experience. He asked how I felt about everything, and I admitted that I'd been nervous at first but had ended up enjoying the intensity more than I'd expected. My husband stayed close, and the three of us joked about how an unexpected text had turned into such an adventurous night. Eventually James got ready to leave, and my husband walked him to the door. James left the supplies with us, joking that they might come in handy if we ever decided to revisit the fantasy. When my husband came back, he found me still waiting on the bed, and we laughed as we talked privately about the evening, what had surprised me, what had excited me, and whether we'd be willing to explore that side of ourselves again.

More than anything, though, it felt good knowing I'd helped James finally experience something he'd fantasized about for a long time. Seeing how relieved and genuinely happy he seemed afterward made the whole experience feel meaningful to me in its own strange way. It wasn't just about trying something new for myself; there was something satisfying about trusting each other enough to help him explore a side of himself he'd never been able to share before.

My husband and I spent the rest of the night watching some adult videos together having to do with bondage and BDSM, exploring an entire world I had previously been unfamiliar with.