“Ahh… Ahhh… I can’t… oh my goodness!” Sophie’s moans echoed through the bedroom. Her wrists were tied to the bed frame by two leather straps, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. She had to endure Jonathan’s relentless storm for hours until she finally collapsed into exhaustion.

The next day, when Sophie woke up, she felt sore all over. Jonathan had already left for work. Her throat was dry, and she tried to move. Fortunately, her hands were untied. She remembered the last time Jonathan had forgotten to untie her, leaving her restrained all day until he returned.

Sophie and her husband, Jonathan, lived in a spacious house nestled in a quiet suburb. With Jonathan’s decent income, they had everything they could ask for, or so it seemed. Their house was grand, their lifestyle comfortable. However, things changed when they started trying to conceive.

For nearly a year, the couple had tried for a baby, but Jonathan’s low sperm count made their dream seem impossible. This led to his growing frustration. To channel this frustration, Jonathan turned to BDSM as an outlet. In their bedroom, his need to assert control became apparent. He would tie Sophie up, spank her, fuck her, and sometimes his actions bordered on cruelty.

Sophie endured it all, her love for Jonathan clouded by the hope that things would one day get better. Yet, inside, she felt hollow. Her body ached in protest. She felt like nothing more than a tool for his release and feared the evenings to come.

Despite the haze in her mind, Sophie was strikingly beautiful. Standing at 5’8” with shoulder-length straight blonde hair that framed her slim face perfectly, she was a vision to behold. Her dark-framed glasses flattered her captivating green eyes, adding an intellectual allure to her appearance. Though slim in her face, torso, and arms, she possessed a pair of full, D-cupped breasts that contrasted with her otherwise slender frame. Her body was pear-shaped, with a bubble butt and thick thighs that drew attention whenever she walked. (Because of her body shape, Jonathan loved to fuck her from behind. He loved to hold her thin tight waist or to grab her fleshy buttocks while slamming into her deep and long.) Oftentimes, she wore a thin nightgown at home that clung to her curves, accentuating her perky rear and full bust.

One hot summer day, the doorbell rang, breaking the heavy silence of their home. Sophie walked to the door, the thin material of her nightgown swaying with each step. It was the delivery boy, a young and innocent lad named Alex. He worked for UPS and often brought packages to their doorstep. Sophie had noticed his shy glances, especially when she wore revealing clothes. Today was no different. As she signed for the package, she saw Alex’s eyes dart to her cleavage and then quickly away, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Thanks, Alex,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. “You look like you could use a drink. It’s scorching out there.”

Alex hesitated but then nodded, grateful for the offer. “That would be great, thank you.”

Sophie led him into the cool interior of the house, the air conditioning a stark contrast to the oppressive heat outside. She handed him a cold cup of water and they chatted casually. Alex was charming in his innocence, a refreshing change from the intense atmosphere of her home. They exchanged numbers, initially under the pretense of coordinating package deliveries, but their texts quickly became more personal.

A few weeks passed, and their friendship grew. Sophie found herself looking forward to Alex’s deliveries, the thrill of their secret exchanges a welcome distraction from her troubled marriage. One particularly hot day, Alex arrived drenched in sweat. Sophie felt a pang of sympathy and an inexplicable pull towards him.

“Come inside, Alex. You look like you’re about to melt,” she said, her tone more insistent this time. He followed her inside, and as he drank his water, Sophie felt a boldness take over her. She moved closer to him, her nightgown slipping off one shoulder. “You know, Alex, I’ve noticed you looking at me.”

Alex’s face turned crimson. “I-I’m sorry, Sophie. I didn’t mean to—”

She gently placed a finger on his lips, cutting him off. “It’s okay. I like it.”

With that, she pulled down her nightgown, revealing her feminine body. Alex’s eyes widened in shock and awe, unable to look away.

Before anything more could happen, the sound of Alex’s buzzer reminded him he was at work; the next delivery was calling.

Alex apologized and bolted from the house, filled with hesitation and longing. At the door, they shared a kiss. He thanked Sophie and promised to bring her a gift next time. Sophie watched him go, knowing this was just the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

To Be Continued…