Necktie Party

Chapter 1

I am writing this story to tell other men what has happened to me, in terms of the sexual relationship between my wife and I. If our obsession proceeds to its natural conclusion, I'll won't be here to tell the end of the story, so I've decided to do it now.

I love my wife, Jennifer, very much. We married as soon as we had found secure jobs after graduating from college, and have been a typical married couple ever since, except for the past year. My story begins on our fifteenth wedding anniversary, for me at least. For Jen, as I learned later, it had begun almost two years before that.

We had decided to celebrate our anniversary in the usual way, by going out to dinner and a movie. Jen said that it was her turn to choose the movie, and as a treat to me she selected "True Grit". She knows that I've always been a John Wayne fan, and that I'll never miss an opportunity to watch one of his Westerns on TV. I hadn't even realized that the old movie was being shown anywhere in town, but she said that one of the small theaters was doing a reprise of the movies starring John Wayne, and "True Grit" was to start at just the right time for us.

We ate dinner at a local restaurant, then went to the theater to watch the movie. We held hands as we sat there, acting for all the world like teenagers. I know that I was thinking about the sex we'd have later than night, and I'm sure Jen was also. Our sex life was certainly nothing to set the world on fire, but we found it satisfying, and I always felt sure that her orgasms were "real" most of the time.

After we returned home, we immediately prepared for bed. I noticed that during foreplay Jen seemed to be more aroused than usual, and finally learned the reason when she whispered in my ear, "Do you remember the scene in the movie where the bad guys were marched to the gallows and hanged?" I said that I'd seen that particular part of the movie, but hadn't thought it to be anything unusual.

She continued, making a reference to her close friend, "Melissa told me once that when a man is hanged, sometimes the rope doesn't break his neck. As he hangs there strangling, he'll get a hard-on, and then cum just before he dies. Do you believe that?"

I said that the question had never occurred to me, but that Melissa probably knew what she was talking about, since she was a nurse in the emergency room at a nearby hospital. Nothing more was said at that time, since Jen seemed to become even more turned on than before, and she pulled me in position over her and guided my cock into her pussy. Her climax was almost immediate, and it was the strongest one she'd had for several years. My own soon followed, and as we lay there hugging each other close, I drifted off to sleep thinking dreamily about what she'd said.

We had sex again the following night, which was unusual for us. Again she made reference to the topic she'd raised the night before, saying something about how she had wondered if a hanged man would keep his erection even after he was dead. I said that she should ask Melissa about that, since I had no way to know. I was sure that most emergency rooms get people who have committed suicide, and thought that her friend may have some experience along those lines. Again Jen seemed desperate to be fucked, and mounted me while I was lying on my back. That position wasn't all that unusual for us, but her rousing climax certainly was. I have to admit that my own thoughts were of a man being fucked while being strangled and I remember that my cock seemed harder than it had been since I was a teenager.

Jen's references to the hanging scene in the movie, or to hanging in general, continued during our sexual interludes for a couple of months. It soon became evident to me that she was becoming obsessed with the topic, and I certainly knew that it was in my own thoughts and fantasies during those times. The real turning point came the night she asked a question relating to her usual topic, "Do you think that a man's hard-on when he's being hanged would be bigger than usual?"

Again I demurred, claiming no knowledge of such a thing. Before I could again suggest that she ask Melissa, she said, "Melissa told me that's what happens. Do you want me to tell you how she knows?"

My interest by that time was at a high pitch, but to hide my own arousal, I said simply, "Sure". She wasted no time in getting right to the point.

"She said that she's been squeezing Tom's neck when they fuck, and it always makes his dick lots harder and bigger."

I knew Tom, Melissa's husband, as a nodding acquaintance, and had trouble picturing the couple fucking while she had a death grip on his throat. The more I thought about it, though, the more aroused I became. Jen was quick to notice my faster breathing as I became more turned on, and asked, "Does it make you hot to think of them doing that?"

I had to admit that it did, but what I didn't tell her was that it made me even hotter to think of us doing the same thing. By that time, my sexual fantasies were almost exclusively centered on the topic, as I'm sure Jen's were. As proof of this, she then placed her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Do you think that we should try it?"

I hesitated for several seconds, reluctant to reveal that I had become obsessed with being hanged, but finally whispered, "Yes, if you do." Again she whispered, "I really do."

She then got up from the bed, and turned on a table lamp that was sitting on the nightstand. She peeled back the covers, looked pointedly at my raging erection and smiled. "It looks like maybe you don't need any further help getting hard. Still want to do it?" I gazed raptly at her nude body, and thought that she'd never looked more lovely than at that moment. In answer, I nodded my head, not trusting my throat to form any words.

Jen walked to our closet and reached in. As she returned to the bed, I saw that she was holding three of my neckties. She knelt beside the bed, placing two of them on the sheet, and still holding the third. When she looked at me, I could see that her eyes were almost glazed over, and knew that she was reaching a fever pitch of arousal. She told me to lie in the center of the bed and stretch my arms out to the sides. When I had done so, she knotted the necktie around my wrist and then tied it to the rail beside the mattress. She then walked around to the other side of the bed and repeated that operation on my other wrist.

She stood up, then climbed back on the bed, placing herself in a sitting position on my chest. As I looked up at her beautiful breasts, I knew that her nipples had never been so hard and distended. Her mouth was half open and her breath was coming in ragged inhalations. It was obvious that her arousal was even greater than mine, which only served to increase my own.

Her husky whisper ordered me to raise my head, and when I did she slipped the third necktie behind my neck. She then brought the two ends up and crossed them over my throat, holding one end in each hand. While pulling on the ends, she raised up and moved her pussy over my throbbing cock. When she couldn't get the thing inside her, she had to use one hand to guide it. Finally I felt the wonderful wet heat surrounding my cock that men love so well.

Jen quickly returned her hand to the free end of the necktie, and began pulling. My throat was immediately constricted, and it became very difficult to draw a breath. She drew the ends tighter and tighter, until finally I felt myself beginning to struggle to gain freedom. I knew then why she had tied my wrists. Had that not been done, I would have instinctively grabbed her hands to relieve the pressure on my windpipe.

I had never in my life been as panicked as I was at that point. She told me later that my hips were bucking wildly, which gave her the best "ride" she'd ever had. All I remember of that time was a desperate attempt to draw air into my burning lungs, then finally as I began to black out, I had the overwhelming sensation that my cock was exploding. I had not known that an ejaculation could possess such force, and that was the last conscious thought that I had until I realized that Jen was slapping my face and crying.

As I came back from wherever I had been, my first rational thought was that my arms were now free, so I placed them around my wife and hugged her fiercely to me. To silence her crying, I began kissing her with all my strength.

Finally she pulled away from me. After gazing at my face for several seconds, she said, "I thought I'd killed you! We'll never do that again, I promise! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Again I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. After breaking the kiss, I tried to speak, but was unable to utter anything above a husky whisper. At last the words came. "Don't ever be sorry. I wanted it as much as you did. Tell me what happened. I don't remember much after you started to tighten the necktie around my neck."

She moved her head far enough away to give her a good look at my face, and seemed to finally become convinced that I was okay. She said, "Your face started to turn red, and your mouth was gasping for breath. Your hips were bucking like a wild horse, and your cock was driving in and out of me like I'd never felt before. Don't you remember doing that?"

I assured her that I didn't, but that I did remember having the feeling that my dick had exploded inside her. She smiled at that and nodded, then laughed aloud as I asked, "Did it get any bigger when you strangled me?"

"Good lord, yes! I can't believe that you didn't feel it. You were as big as a horse! It felt like you were fucking me with a baseball bat. And when you climaxed, I was sure you'd turned on a fire hose inside me. I don't know that I've ever felt you cum before, but there was certainly no doubt about it then. When I climaxed, it was almost as if I blacked out too. Melissa said that when she cums while doing that to Tom, it's always good. I know what she meant."

We were both exhausted by then. Jen turned off the light and drew the covers up over us. We snuggled closer than ever before, secure in our love for each other. As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear her contented sighs, and knew that I had satisfied my wife in a way that very few other husbands can do.