Stocked and Stuffed
Stocked and Stuffed She’d been hinting that wanted something really raunchy for Mother’s day for awhile now. Not to her kids of course, but to her husband. They were both swingers, and they had done a lot in their marriage; but that was why she wanted something exceptional this time. And her husband’s idea did not disappoint. It was, in fact, insane. His plan, if it could be called that, was to lock her in a stock (a medieval punishment device that bent a person over and locked their hands and head in place as a means of public shaming). But the stock would have tables behind it with wooden barriers up, and would be positioned in a way that no one could see her face. She pointed out that he was missing the point of locking someone in a stock, when he flashed her an evil grin that told her he was two steps ahead of her for once. She was intrigued, and grinned right back, urging him, “go on then”. He teased her with silence for a few moments, but then conti...