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Copyright (c) by El Gato, 2001 el_gat09@hotmail.com

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She was in the mood for a little fun. It all started because she was cleaning the closet. Doing a little reorganizing before spring-cleaning. The swing had been neatly put away on the top shelf, usually out of her reach, but today she was using her step stool to reach everywhere.

She had moved it to the side, then moved some winter clothes up out of the way to make room for the summer things still stored away in boxes. Every time she stepped up to put another item on the shelf, it kept drawing her eyes. Laying on the shelf, it looked like a pile of heavy packing straps attached to a flat bar, but she could envision it hanging from the heavy hook her husband had installed in the bedroom ceiling. Hanging, with her in it, her husband feasting upon her. On her last trip, she pulled it off the shelf, and took it to the bedroom.

An hour before he was due home, she called him at work. "How's your day?"

She could hear papers shuffling in the background. "Hectic. Stressful. Just a typical day with another deadline to meet. How about you?"

"My day was wonderful." She let her voice drop in pitch, becoming throaty. "When you come home, I'll have just what you need to relax from a stressful day. I'll be waiting for you." The papers stopped shuffling.

He chuckled low in his throat. "Now I'm going to have a hard time concentrating."

"I hope that's not *all* that's hard." She teased.

"I'll save it just for you, my little minx. Be home soon, Bye."

After she said goodbye, she went to the bedroom and suspended the swing from its hook, leaving a chair in front of it. She then took a warm bath, adding some herbal beads that would leave her painted in their faint scent. With only a few minutes before he was due home, she climbed into the swing, taking four scarves with her. She used two to tie her feet in the stirrups, and then tied the others on her wrists. After feeding the loose ends through the eyehooks on the bar, she grasped them in her hands, giving the illusion of being bound and helpless, suspended for his use and pleasure.

She thought of the lewd display she made, her legs spread wide in the stirrups, and her sex creamed as she thought of his reaction when he saw her. She didn't have long to wait.

He walked through the door, and gazed lustfully at her splendor. "Welcome home, sweetheart. See anything you like?"

His answer was a wicked grin as he removed his clothes and tossed them haphazardly on the bed. He moved his hardness against her mons as he leaned forward to kiss her, his erection rubbing against her excited clit. His kisses moved lower, then he was suckling her breasts as his hands explored further. She was getting wetter, his touch energizing her further, causing her to squirm with her excitement.

He kissed across her belly to the top of her mons, and sat down in the chair in front of her. "Mmmm. You smell wonderful, and look positively good enough to eat."

"Just for you, love." She breathed, her body twitching as he licked her labia from bottom to top, flicking her pearl as he passed over it.

His hands massaged her soft breasts as he feasted upon her sweet pussy, and she moaned her appreciation. Her body twisted and writhed as he brought her to orgasm, he blew gently on her pussy as she calmed slightly; and then bent to his task yet again.

Finally, she could take no more. "Please, I want you in me!" She begged.

He rose slowly, kissing his way higher, pausing to suck on a hard nipple. He entered her dripping pussy in one thrust, causing them both to moan. His hands grasped her thighs as he moved the swing back and forth as he thrust within her. He liked the swing; standing up helped him to control the pace so he could last longer. But as excited as he was, he knew he wouldn't last long this time. He changed angle to rub against that spot inside her that she liked so much. He thrust harder, faster, and she threw her head back, voicing her pleasure to the world. He moved forward, deep within her, joining her in orgasm.

He leaned forward across her body, giving her a gentle hug and kiss. She released the scarves, and softly caressed his back.

"That was a wonderful welcome home, sweetheart." He kissed her once, again.

"Yes, it was very wonderful." She gave him a quick peck, back. "Next time, I get to have *you* tied in the swing, though."

He smiled, thinking of how much fun it could be. "You've got a deal."

Finis

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