“All my mother needs is a good fucking,” my wife Beth had told me the previous night. “I know her: it would put her in a much better mood. Maybe you should volunteer, Chris. Despite the unkind way Cynthia treats you, I think she lusts after you a bit.” I thought about that conversation as I was driving over to my mother-in-law's house on a Saturday afternoon at Beth’s request. It would be the first time that Cynthia and I...

“It’s not a dungeon,” my wife said. “It’s … an erotic playroom.” I chuckled as we drove to her mother’s house. “Beth, it’s a secret, windowless underground chamber where people get tied up, tortured, tormented, and sexed up,” I argued. “It’s a dungeon.” It was early Friday evening, and we were planning to spend the night—and maybe the weekend, if things went well—at my mother-in-law's sumptuous home in the outer suburbs....

“First off,” said Cynthia, who was in charge of this bondage/sex party, “let’s get cleaned up.” How Beth and I were going to do that with our hands tied behind our backs, I didn’t know. We were already naked, so that was a step in the right direction. As I entered my mother-in-law's secret sex den in her basement for the first time, I saw that I had underestimated the time and money she and her deceased second husband, Ju...

“I understand you were disappointed in my blowjob skills last week,” Cynthia said, slapping my cock around; I couldn’t stop her, as I was strapped tight to her X-cross. Neither could Beth, bound to a vibrating sex machine. “Let’s try again, shall we?” my lusty mother-in-law asked. The red-headed vixen was referring to our encounter the previous weekend when I found her in a botched self-bondage session on her bed. At her...

“She’s going to whip us,” Beth whispered to me. We were hanging by our wrists, face to face, in Cynthia’s dungeon. Her mother approached with an evil-looking implement. “You two had your pleasure for the evening,” she purred. “Time to pay the piper.” The black lace domino mask that covered the area around her eyes did not conceal the devilish gleam that flickered in them. It also did not hide the wicked smirk that danced...