After six months of largely blissful matrimony, Merrill and Jake had settled into a bit of a rut. Merrill's lesbian tryst with her friend, Marta, lay months behind them. Merrill, especially, understood that this was the nature of a maturing marriage. She did her best to combat sexual boredom with variety. Jake's thinking skewed toward the mechanical.
Jake inventoried his necktie collection. Some of them were hand-me-downs from his father. One of them he got for his high school graduation photo. There were many old, worn Marine Corps ties, all khaki. The Marine Corps ties were polyester. His dad's old ties were all silk. Testing them against his skin, it was immediately clear to Jake that he'd better tie Merrill up in nothing but silk, if he ever wanted to have sex with her again.
The bondage thing seemed punitive, so Jake waited patiently for Merrill to commit some sort of infraction that would merit punishment. Merrill, unfortunately, was a classic goody-two-shoes. For two weeks, Jake was could only fucked her brains out, like always. He wanted to tie her up, and fuck her brains out. Then, out of the blue, Merrill broke the one rule that would not bend.
Jake swaggered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and rooted around. He stood up, and shouted, "Merrill! Where's the beer?" His wail was loud enough to alert the entire neighborhood.
Merrill appeared, and casually said, "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I forgot. You really need to put it on the grocery list, if you want me to replenish your supply." For the umpteenth time, Merrill gestured to the list, which was affixed to an adorable little bulletin board on the wall next to the refrigerator.
Jake seethed. He suspected that Merrill had deliberately "forgotten" the beer, as a way of compelling him to use the list. This was the worst offense that Merrill had committed in their entire relationship. He pursed his lips, pointed to the stairs with his outstretched arm, and commanded, "Upstairs." Merrill compounded her crime by rolling her eyes at Jake's outrage. She trudged indifferently to the staircase. With every shuffling step she took, and every exasperated sigh she released, Jake's ire grew. Merrill didn't know it, but her poor attitude was digging her a deep hole.
When they got to the master bedroom, Jake and Merrill both undressed, matter-of-factly. When behind closed doors, nudity was such a given for them that it merited neither mention nor thought. When Merrill bent over to gather her clothes, Jake took a swing at her arse with the cat o' nine tails. The sharp slap of the leather against her skin was echoed by a sharp yelp from Merrill. She turned to look at him, in a scolding manner. That was a mistake. He did not hesitate before taking a long, slow wing. The nine tails whipped around her hip, to impact on her butt cheek. They left little reddish impressions on the skin.
Merrill made a run for it. Jake chased her around the room, waving the whip, and landing a couple of good blows. He seized her in his arms, and carried her onto the bed. He menaced, "I'm gonna use you." He dropped her in the center, and went to work. For two weeks, Jake's restraints had lain hidden under the bed. To each corner of the bed, where there was a solid leg to tie off to, an improvised tether was attached. One end of each tether was a silk necktie, and the other was a polyester necktie. Jake had carefully measured both Merrill and the bed. A single necktie would not reach her, and still leave enough length to tie a knot. Jake spliced together two ties per corner.
He pinned her down, and took one of her wrists in one hand, retrieving the tether with the other. Jake deftly tied her wrist up, then repeated the procedure on the other wrist, and each ankle. Merrill began to chatter something about a deficiency she had detected in his method, "Jacob, you really ought to...." He silenced her quickly by bringing the cat down on her tummy. He had never used it on her front side, before. Merrill found that it stung a lot more on the front, presumably due to a greater number of nerve endings there.
I should never have given him that thing.
Now, Merrill lay on the bed, spread-eagled. She could have worked her way out of the wrist bonds, but that would violate the spirit of this special surprise role-play. Jake got on the bed, and shuffled on his knees, to between her legs. He carried a bottle of lubricant.
The application of lubricant, like the removal of clothing, had become so routine that it passed without comment or ceremony. The evolution had been so gradual that they didn't realize that it had become a tedious chore that broke the continuity of the moment. They both needed the lube to avoid scorching their genitals from excessive friction.
Merrill looked down her body, and up to Jake. She asked, "You're going to do this?" He smiled. Merrill took up the slack in the restraints to bend her knees slightly, and spread her legs wide. She left her pussy wide open for him, conceding defeat. He growled like a lion, and fell forward, onto his hands. Using one hand, he aimed his weapon at her opening, and slid it in. Merrill was, by now, accustomed to the dilation that his unit caused in her vagina.
Jake had once observed that prostitutes serving naval personnel "had callouses on their pussies," and could handle him easily. Merrill pondered, with resignation, that she was now like them. He lowered himself onto her body, rooting and grunting like a boar. Merrill reluctantly acknowledged that she enjoyed this treatment by making gratified sighs and moans. Jake methodically banged out a load of cum.
Jake dismounted, and flopped onto his back, beside Merrill. They both sighed, simultaneously. They laughed off the sighs. They had both enjoyed the sex, but the monotony that had overcome their sex lives remained a deep problem. Neither one of them spoke as he untied her, nor during their mutual shower.
When Merrill came downstairs, with her hair wrapped in a towel, she said, "I'll run down to the store and get you some cold beer, Jacob."
"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'm not an alcoholic, after all." She kissed him, took the towel off her head, ran a brush through her hair, and left.
When Merrill returned, she gave Jake a cold beer, poured herself a glass of wine, and said, "Well, that officially broke us out of a rut, but it will happen again. It happens to everyone in a long-term relationship. We'll figure it out." They toasted one another, and drank in silence.
Jake's approach to spicing up their marriage was predictably practical; he broke out the sex swing. He had never revealed the sex swing to Merrill, nor that he had enjoyed Darla's and Karen's favors in it. Jake now understood that his plan to seamlessly carry over the sling into his marriage had been naïve. Merrill would surely balk, or worse, at the thought of being placed into the same sling that had borne the nude bodies of two of Jake's extramarital conquests. She must never know that the swing had ever been used before.
Fortunately, the swing had only been used a few times, and it was in as-new condition. Jake installed a hidden socket in a ceiling joist, from which the swing would be suspended. Jake had wanted to install the swing in the living room, which had a higher ceiling, and a fireplace. That is where he had installed it in the house he formerly rented. An image knifed into his consciousness, of Merrill walking into the living room, to find Ashley and her friends playing in the swing. The living room would be impractical, at best, and dangerous, at worst. The swing could not be removed quickly or discretely. The master bedroom it would have to be.
Merrill had driven the morning carpool to school, and then run errands. This afforded Jake time to install the device. He would have the opportunity to enjoy Merrill in it, immediately, while Ashley was at school. Jake had conceived what he regarded was an elaborate scenario for Merrill's first ride in the chair. He waited, impatiently, for her return. When Merrill came in the front door, she closed it behind her, and set her purse and keys on the table. When she turned around, she saw Jake, nude, carrying the cat o' nine tails in his hand.
Merrill was surprised, and quipped, "Oh, dear, you didn't need to dress up, just for me."
Jake said, firmly, "Undress, here and now."
Merrill hesitated for a moment. A familiar image flashed into her mind; Jake's cock resting inside her, and leaving her filled with cum. She shrugged, and began to strip. Jake grinned, and slowly waved the whip against his thigh. When Merrill was nude, Jake struck with the whip. She jumped a few inches, more from the sound of the whip than from the pain of the blow, which was negligible. Jake said, "Upstairs." He swatted her again. Merrill held her hands up in a gesture of submission, and tiptoed to the stairs.
