Married for eighteen years, my wife, Bernice, and I have tried almost every variation of sex possible. But it’s the really outrageous stuff that has kept our marriage exciting. I guess I’d have to say my favorite turn-on is bondage.

We had sent for many bondage catalogs over the years but found the prices of their products very high, so we decided that I would make our own bondage gear.

I went to a hardware store and bought fifty feet of webbed nylon tie-down straps, buckles, a box of rivets and washers and several chrome rings. These were for a body harness I was designing. Before this I had designed many different restraint combinations, such as wrist-to-thigh, elbow-to-waist, ankle-to-waist, etc. This new harness was made of two seven-foot straps joined together in the middle with a rivet and washers to form a large X. At the ends of each strap, I attached one of the metal rings. I then riveted three straps along the center section of the X. Next, I riveted three shorter straps to each of the long straps, one set of three per strap. I then attached a buckle to one end of each of these. I thought it was quite a masterpiece.

One night Bernice took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. There I found the harness spread out on the bed. My greatest weakness in life has always been the feel of nylon stockings. Knowing this, my wife had purchased an extra large, white body stocking. She had sewn the openings at the end of each sleeve completely closed, so it would cover my hands and fingers. She took the body stocking out of her underwear drawer and handed it to me. She winked and said, “Tonight is your slave night.” I knew what that meant; I had to do whatever she said, no matter what!

I put the body stocking on and was overcome by the feel of the nylon material covering my whole body. The stocking was crotchless, leaving my cock and balls swollen in full view. I was as hard as a rock.

She then commanded me to lie down on the harness. I followed her orders immediately. Bernice first attached the three straps in the center of the X around my stomach, waist and chest, buckling them tightly. Then she started on the three straps on each arm, one on each wrist, elbow and bicep.

Next came my legs. The first straps were buckled tightly around each ankle, the second around each knee and the third around each thigh. The feel of the straps pressing against my nylon-covered body was such a fabulous turn-on.

Bernice then produced a wide dog collar that she had bought and fastened it around my neck. The last thing she did was fasten in place a ball gag that I had also made.

The rings I had attached to the end of each long strap of the harness were located at my hands and feet. I had put them there so that a rope could be tied to each one, and then to each bedpost, keeping me (or her) spread-eagled on the bed.

Just when I thought my wife was going to tie the ropes, I heard a click. She had clipped a dog leash to the ring on the collar. She told me to get up, which is hard to do when you’re strapped in that harness.

She then led me through the house and, to my surprise and shock, out the back door into the yard. I was getting very nervous thinking that one of my neighbors might see me. It was dark, but the moon lit the whole backyard. Bernice led me to the center of the yard, then told me to lie on my back in the grass. With my heart pounding in my chest and cock, I obeyed her request.

That afternoon she had gone out in the yard and driven four metal pipes into the ground. They were just far enough apart to slip each ring on the straps over them, leaving my arms and legs spread wide apart.

By then I was so horny I thought I’d explode. Bernice got down on her knees and began sucking my cock slowly. I thrashed around like wild, but it was useless; the harness was marvelously inescapable!

Finally, she said she had one more surprise. She spread the cheeks of my ass and slowly pushed her battery-powered anal plug deep into my ass. I felt the vibration all the way up the shaft of my cock.

She said to me, “Are you comfortable, dear?” I nodded yes. Then she said, “Good. Well, don’t go anywhere.” She laughed as she walked away. I protested but the gag just muffled my words. My wife said, “Sorry, I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”

I lay there amazed, my ass buzzing and my cock throbbing. What if someone stopped by and saw me, I thought. The excitement turned to horror when I heard my next door neighbor’s voice in his backyard. I prayed that he wouldn’t see me.

After what seemed like hours, I realized she must be watching me from nearby. She’d made a little noise. I felt relieved, then thought, what if it’s not Bernice? My heart was pounding. Then I heard her say, “Hello , anybody home?” Very funny.

My wife then came over to me and said, “My, I see you’ve been a very hard-working boy.” Finally, her moist lips began sucking on my anxious cock. After she decided that I was sufficiently aching with desire, she slid her wet pussy down over my shaft and began fucking my brains out. I experienced a level of orgasm that I never knew existed.

Since that night, this has become a weekly ritual. Every Friday night I find the body stocking, gag and anal plug laid out on the bed, alongside the body harness.

After talking more about our fantasies, I am now, at her request, working on a harness that will suspend me spread-eagled from the roof beams inside our garage. I wonder how she would look hanging there while I’m waxing the car.