“No,” Jack said, walking away.
‘What the hell?’ Jennifer thought, stiffening.
They’d played pirate a lot during this trip. Ridiculous things mostly, fake sword fighting, saying arrrggghhh at every opportunity, but this was serious—she was tied up, his captive, the loser in a knot-tying contest.
It was silly, letting him do such a stupid thing to her at her age, but the feel of the rough rope on her oiled skin, and the sight of the eager erection poking from Jack’s swimsuit sent shivers of lust through her. Her nipples, under a very sensible swimsuit, rose into tight buds of excitement.
Jack had never tied her up before. She’d thought he’d been into it, until he left.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, panic replacing pleasure. She prayed he’d be back fast so she could let him have it for being such an ass.
“I like it when you call me God,” Jennifer could almost hear Jack say in that arrogant tone of his. She closed her eyes, imagining him returning to her. He’d snuggle the swelled pout of her cunt into his palm.
He’d have a knife in his teeth.
Her skin burned. Sun and lust made her tingle all over.
Jennifer flexed her fingers, the fantasy dissolving. Her arms were going to sleep. Great. Where was he? It was typical of Jack to waste the promising moment. What if he didn’t come back? What if he’d slipped, fallen, whacked his head, and now lay dying in a pool of blood? She’d fry out here. No, she thought, long before she’d die from heat stroke, the lack of water would get her.
This was ridiculous. He’d be back. He’d untie her. Maybe they’d play a nice game of chess under the sunshade and have lunch before heading in.
Jennifer licked a beaded droplet of sweat from her upper lip, her mind wandering.
They never played games like this at home. Jack always said their marriage was practical, like them—sensible and no-nonsense. Jennifer had talked about someday running for public office but had ended up a mom and a wife instead, happily for the most part. Jack had climbed the ladder at his law firm and now sat perched on the comfortable rung of a senior partnership.
They loved one another in a cozy, quiet way, like most married people who’ve been together forever, who had kids and other priorities. Sex had always been decent, if not earth shattering.
Jennifer pushed those thoughts away and imagined her husband again with a knife clenched in his teeth. His normally conservative hair was longer, minus the spreading bald-spot in the back. He was naked now. She gave him a better body while she was at it, gently muscled with one of those six-pack stomachs. Jack was in good shape for his age, but it was her fantasy so why not live it up?
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