Waking up in a restaurant chair, you looked around at the mess. Tables and chairs flipped and the floor still wet, presumably after mopping away the ketchup and chilli sauce stains that spilled from their bottles. You knew this restaurant very well, being a regular here, meeting your girlfriend here and proposing to her.
You groaned, body aching and regretting drinking too much alcohol with your colleagues. You were about to get up to find your wifey but you were stuck, four limbs tied to the chair with clean cloths. “Jihyo. Jihyo! Where are you? AND WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?” The binds holding you back were well-tied, with much practice at home made things extremely familiar to Jihyo, and you were desperately shaking the chair to free yourself, not wanting to be stark naked for much longer in public.
“I’m here baby.” The beautiful sundress she occasionally wore to work that showed off her cleavage to anyone made your jaw drop. She looked stunning in that dress, you even tried to stop her from wearing it to work so other men don’t ogle at her. “You like my dress baby?” A desperate nod was the only appropriate answer, although you loved it when it was off her.
A frown then appeared, replacing her million dollar grin. “Why did you have to disappoint mommy like that?” The stern tone made you hang your head in shame, upset that you have angered your goddess, your mommy. Memories slowly came back, after leaving the beach-side bar, you went looking for Jihyo as her restaurant was nearby. Losing your senses, you began flipping tables like a madman, wanting to draw Jihyo out. But before she could appear, you blacked out.
“Sorry mommy. Please don’t punish me.”
“Oh we are past forgiveness at this point.” She bent over, staring at your remorseful eyes, which immediately wandered down to her supple breasts and made your cock stir. “You want to see my tits baby? Maybe if you behaved better, I would have shown you.” A deep kiss stopped any whines from you. You looked back into her big eyes, finding a glint of lust. Not realising when she began lazily stroking your swollen shaft, a groan got stuck in your throat as she sped up.
“Mommy… please…” Words weren’t forming, your brain only focusing on how good your wife’s hands felt around your shaft. Jihyo knew how to work your shaft, controlling how long she wants you to last. Right now, it seems that she wants you to cum quickly despite her words indicating otherwise. “Don’t cum yet. Mommy doesn’t want to be disappointed again.”
Your hips were moving in tandem with her strokes, the need to cum driving you crazy and as you were about to explode, Jihyo knew it was the perfect moment to stop. Your tip twitched badly, the sudden lack of stimulation wasn’t enough to prevent you from cumming and in weak spurts, you came on your wife’s chest and stained her dress as well. Instead of anger, a naughty look was plastered on her face, maybe because she knew you were lacking self-control, maybe because she was happy to leverage on this unfortunate situation or maybe both.
She untied you from the chair, using the cloths to clean herself up. Your legs were weak and after Jihyo took your clothes from behind the counter, she helped you put them on. With a kiss on your forehead, she whispered, “Let’s go home now. Mommy needs to continue your punishment.”
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