Hometown trip led to new experiences

I recently took a 4 day weekend to visit my parents. My dad is 61, but is not in the best health as he has cancer. I live across the country, so I don't see my parents often. My mom had been pestering me to come out to see dad, because his situation is dire. My relationship with my parents has always been a bit lukewarm, but I thought it would be best to go. It was likely the last time I'd see my dad. My husband couldn't get the time off and doesn't like my parents anyway, so this was a quick solo trip.

My parents were kind and nice, actually. They have grown into soft spirits by this point. They were not their usual judgmental selves. They offered to let me to stay at their house, which I did, but I decided to stay with my old friend Staci for one night. We are both 33 now and were friends in high school. I hadn't seen her in 13 years, although we've connected on social media a bit.

Since the last time Staci and I met up, we've become somewhat polar opposites. I'm the suburban, clean cut professional and soccer mom to a 6yo son, and she is a Goth type who is covered in tattoos and doesn't have kids. She works as a licensed body piercer at a tattoo shop and also handles the front desk. She's had the same boyfriend for 12 years, but they don't believe in marriage. He's covered in tattoos as well and is named Nathan, but he prefers to go by the name of Spike.

After I visited my parents, I went to stay over at Staci and Spike's place. We had a nice time catching up. It was my first time meeting this mysterious guy Spike, and he was a nice guy. We had some drinks and Staci showed me around the house.

We went down to a big room downstairs and it looked a bit odd. There was a big metal rack, and I asked if it was exercise equipment. She said, "No, it's a pillory stock." Next to it was a box with a long metal rod with a dildo attached to it. She said it was a fucking machine. My friends Staci and Spike were into BDSM.

Okay, that was new information to learn about my friend. They also had a sex swing suspended from the ceiling, a sybian in the corner, and some blindfolds and whips hanging from the wall. They said they sometimes have friends over to play.

I couldn't help but emit a nervous laugh. I could only imagine what their house parties looked like. Definitely different than mine. They showed me how some of their toys worked and Staci asked me if I wanted to try the fucking machine. I had to think about it. Being naked around them was a concern. I'm really body conscious. She said it was "cool" and they weren't uptight about how people look. I'm average build, flat stomach, but carry a bit of weight on my hips and ass. Somehow that is where my calories go.

I said I'd like to try it, and she asked if I was up to try being bound in the pillory rack as well. I said okay. I got my head and hands locked down and it was an odd but arousing feeling of helplessness. Staci took off my jeans and underwear while I was subdued. Her fingers lubed me up, which got me majorly turned on. She rubbed my clit the whole time. And then she brought the machine over and turned it on.

It felt really, really good. Even the vibrations from the machine were as awesome as the penetration. I was lost in my own little world, locked down and no longer the suburban wife. This was about me.

I came when she adjusted the speed, and I noticed Spike stroking his dick as I got fucked by the machine. He came over and put his dick near my mouth and asked if it was okay. My head was locked down in a rack, so I felt like there was no option but to suck him. I said okay. He throat fucked me while I got pounded by the machine. I felt so vulnerable, but it was so perfect. His orgasm caught me by surprise, and I choked and gagged out his load as I crested to another orgasm.

I'm not really a BDSM girl, I think, but it was nice to walk on that wild side, even if it was just once. That whole thing was hot, and I'm never telling my husband about it. He would lose his mind if he knew.