Exposing Cindy - Chapter 1 - Blindfolded And Bound free porn video

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The boys returned to college earlier this week, leaving Jim and me as 'empty nesters' once again. Don't get me wrong, I love having the boys home, but their presence does limit some of Jim's and my less conventional activities. In fact, I was forced to be a very good girl since the boys arrived home in mid-May. I was more than ready to misbehave.

It was Saturday afternoon, and Jim invited me back to our bedroom. He kissed me and undressed me, leaving me wearing only my sheer, white bra and panties.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, which hung over my dresser. Objectively speaking, I was still a very attractive woman. I had recently celebrated my forty-forth birthday.

The woman whose reflection looked back at me from the mirror looked much younger than her chronological age. Her blonde hair framed her pretty face and highlighted her large green eyes. She had full lips with a pretty and engaging smile. She resembled a youthful Reese Witherspoon.

Jim often told me that I had the perfect balance between looking sweet and innocent, and having that sassy look in my eye that revealed a sexually adventurous spirit of a woman who was not threatened by her own desires. As I stared at my reflection, I understood what he meant.

My nipples were erect, poking through the thin material of my sheer bra. You could see the darkness of my areolas clearly. My vulva had a little bit of a 'camel-toe thing' going on, making my vagina very noticeable under the sheer material of my panties as well.

I liked the way the woman in the reflection looked. Yes, she was beautiful, and she was me.

I found it peculiar that I actually looked more exposed wearing this sheer underwear set than I would if I were naked.

I glanced at the bed and saw that Jim had taken an old towel and ripped off two long pieces and tied them to the two posts at the head of the bed.

Instinctively, I knew what this meant; Jim planned to restrain me.

Jim had tied me up previously, but he had only done so a few times; it was not part of our normal repertoire of activities. It had been years since he had restrained me. I wondered what had gotten into him that he wanted to tie me up this afternoon.

There was something wickedly exciting about being restrained and helpless. I felt my clitoris throb and stiffen. I felt my vagina begin to lubricate at the sight of the torn pieces of the terrycloth towel.

"Jim, what are you planning to do to me?" I asked with an excited tremor in my voice.

"Cindy, you just relax and comply. I think you will enjoy your afternoon," Jim responded with a sly grin. "Now lie down on the bed. I think it is time you were taught what we do to bad little girls in this house."

I recognized Jim's question as one that was introducing a 'role playing' game. I was willing to engage in any type of 'role playing' scenario he might introduce. Role playing always added a bit of spice to our sex life, and it was perfectly harmless.

 "And just what have I done to make me such a bad girl?" I asked as I continued to cooperate with Jim's fantasy roleplaying.

"You have been thinking about being shared with other men all summer long, haven't you? You have been fantasizing about having other men, young men, fuck you and make you cum while I watched, haven't you?"

Jim's words sent a quiver through my loins. His words forced an image of me being fucked by one or two college boys while Jim sat and watched. It had been nearly a year since Jim had actually 'loaned me' to anyone else, but the memory of our last swinging encounter was still fresh.

Right after Christmas, 2014, when the boys returned to college, Jim brought two young men we met at a local college bar back to our motel room and invited them to fuck me repeatedly. Jim made them each wear a condom, which protected me from STDs.

But having these two young men use prophylactics meant my vagina was raw for more than a week after the evening of debauchery. The soreness in my pussy was a constant reminder of what a naughty little slut I was to allow these young boys to fuck me raw. It was a good night. I liked being Jim's slut.

I nodded and moaned, "Uh huh, I sorry. I can't help it. I get these naughty thoughts. Does that make me a bad girl?"

I was getting more aroused by the second. Talking about being fucked by young strangers had my vagina on high alert. Jim knew precisely what to say to stimulate me.

"Yes, you are a very naughty little girl."

"What are you going to do to this bad girl?"

"Oh, you need to be punished and taught a lesson. Now lie down on the bed," Jim instructed as he pointed to the bed.

"Should I take off my bra and panties?"

"No leave them on for now. Now lie down."

"On my back, or face down?" I asked coyly.

"On your back," Jim instructed.

 I nodded and laid down on the bed. Jim sat next to me and took my left hand and tied the long terrycloth strip tightly around my wrist. Jim pulled at the binding to ensure that I could not pull free.

Jim stood, walked to the other side of the bed and repeated the exercise, tying my right wrist tightly.

With my arms stretched wide apart, I pulled at my restraints as tightly as I could, testing them. I could not pull free. I was at his mercy.

Jim leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue. After a minute or two, Jim broke off the kiss, and as he gently tweaked my nipple through the thin, diaphanous material of my bra, he whispered in my ear, "You are in for a real treat this afternoon, Miss Cindy."

I just moaned, "Oh god, Jim, you are making me so wet."

Jim traced his fingers over my vulva and found the damp gusset of my panties.

"Oh my, you are wet down there. See, that's why you have to be punished like this. Your pussy is absolutely gushing because you are imagining other men fucking you."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. I try to be good. I try to not think about naughty things, but my mind just goes there. And it makes 'Cindy-Ann' wet."

'Cindy-Ann' was Jim's pet name for my vagina.

Jim kept sliding his fingers along my slit, pressing the moist cotton fabric between the lips of my swollen vulva. Each time his fingers traced across my erect clitoris, I moaned.

"Oh god, you are going to make me cum...I am so fucking hot...damn you are teasing this bad little girl," I hissed, as I arched my hips and humped against his fingers.

Jim slowly pulled his hand away.

In frustration, I begged, "Oh baby, I'm getting close...please don't stop...fuck...let me cum."

I arched my hips, humping against the air, wanting his touch. With my arms restrained, my movements were limited. But I was so close to cumming when he stopped.

Jim opened the top drawer on his nightstand and took out a plastic bag. From it he removed a mask of sorts, a blindfold, and started to place it over my eyes.

"What this for?" I asked with a noticeable panic in my voice.

Jim had tied me up a few times during over the years, but we had never used a blindfold before. I was a little concerned with its introduction into our sexual activities this afternoon.

"It's for you, baby."

"I know that...why do we need it?" I asked nervously.

"I think we should try something new. I want you to feel helpless and vulnerable. I want you to guess what's going to happen next."

Jim affixed the elastic band around the back of my head, I could see nothing. I was in total darkness. I tilted my head to various angles trying to get a glimpse of light. But I could not see anything.

"Jim, I already feel quite vulnerable, tied up without the blindfold. Quite vulnerable."

Jim ignored my pleas. I had to admit being blinded this way was a unique and strange sensation. My senses were now limited to hearing, touch, smell and taste.

I felt Jim's fingers gently trace around my left nipple, which was already erect. He tugged at it, evoking a soft moan.

Jim reached between my perky size 34B breasts and opened the clasp of my bra. He then pulled the cups open, exposing my breasts. My bra fell open, lying limply across my shoulders.

Jim leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and twirling his tongue around it. He slid his hand down across my tight abdomen. As he suckled my breast, his fingers moved toward my panty covered vagina in a painstakingly slow manner. He was teasing me.

I squirmed and humped as I whimpered, "Oh fuck, please...you have me so turned on. Please touch me. Jim, you have to make me cum...I need to cum."

Jim slid his fingers up and down my wet slit on the outside of my panties, forming a slight crease that was wedged between my swollen lips. I started to rock my hips and get a rhythm going, stimulating my engorged clitoris against his fingers and he pulled his hand away, just out of reach.

With my wrists tied, I could not even touch myself.

"Oh please, honey...I need to cum. I am so close. Please touch me...let me cum. I'll do anything," I begged shamelessly, almost crying in frustration.

"Whose little slut are you?" Jim asked, teasingly.

"Oh god, I am yours, all yours baby. I'll do anything you ask. Just let me cum, please."

"Will you fuck other men while I watch?"

"Oh god, you know I will," I panted back.

"And let them cum inside you?"

"God yes. Please touch me now."

Jim returned his fingers to my swollen vulva and commanded, "Tell me you are my little slut."

"I'm your slut. I'm your little slut. I'll do anything you say. I'll be so bad for you. Please make me cum."

Then the doorbell rang. Jim pulled his hand away and started to get up.

"Oh god, no. Jim, please finish me off. Ignore them. They'll go away. Please." I was literally crying. I have never felt the need for a release as much as I did at that moment. I needed to cum. I was so close.

Jim ignored my pleas. I could hear him walking to the front door.

"Get rid of them quickly," I instructed. 

I lay there panting and squeezing my thighs together to apply pressure to my erect clitoris. If I could just touch myself, I could climax in ten seconds.

Jim was gone for an extended period of time, maybe four or five minutes; certainly longer than it would take to answer the door and tell whoever it was that we were busy or not interested.

I heard him return as the bedroom door squeaked.

"What took you so long?" I asked impatiently. "And who was it?'

Jim sat on the bed my left side and caressed my breast, and said, "Just a friend."

"Yeah, which friend and what did he want?"

 But before I could get an answer from Jim, I heard movement at the foot of the bed. I tensed up, startled.

"Jim! Shit! Who's here?" I demanded with a certain panic in my voice, "Jim, let me see who's here."

"Cindy, now, now. You're not being very hospitable," Jim said coyly.

"Jim, who is here with us?"

"Cindy, remember, you just promised to do anything I wanted, remember?"

"Jim, let me see who it is."

"Cindy, do you trust me?"

I remained silent for several seconds, before nodding and saying, "Uh huh, I guess so."

"Good. Now tell us whose little slut you are."

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I was scared and excited. I stammered, "Yours."

"Go ahead and say all of it, what you said before."

Lying here, my bra open, my breasts exposed, tied and blindfolded, felt so scary, not knowing who was looking at me. Saying these things without knowing who was hearing them had me literally quivering with fear and excitement.

"Go ahead," Jim insisted.

 I knew that Jim would protect me, nonetheless, it felt so dangerous and wicked as I uttered softly and meekly, "I'm your little slut. I'll do anything you want."

"With anybody I want you to?"

I nodded my head ever so slightly.

"Say it."

"With whoever you want me to. I'm yours. You can loan me to whoever you want," I said with my voice quaking from excitement. "You won't let him hurt me, will you?"

"Of course not, baby. But I will let him make you cum as many times as he wants."

"Please tell me who it is?"

"No baby, this will remain a mystery."

I felt the bed move as Jim leaned over towards the nightstand. I heard the vibrator buzz loudly as it came to life.

I heard Jim say to our visitor, "Here, hold this on her clit, on the outside of her panties to get her warmed up. But don't pull it away unless I tell you to."

I could here the buzzing move across the room to the other side of the bed. But my secret visitor did not utter a sound. I wondered if he was someone I knew. Maybe if he spoke, I would recognize his voice?

I felt him sit down on my right side; the buzzing sounded deafeningly loud. The buzzing noise coupled with Jim's instructions to the visitor had me leaking out of my vagina in anticipation before the tip of the large dildo even touched my clit.

Jim was teasing my nipple, and the stranger's fingers slipped between my thighs and forced my legs open slightly. His other hand held the buzzing vibrator. I knew he was moving the vibrator towards my crotch because I could hear the sound moving.

He touched the tip against my vulva, but initially, he was 'off the mark', slightly to the left of my clitoris.

He moved the shaft between my thigh, searching for the little nubbins. He moved the vibrating dildo around and finally he contacted my clitoris. I stiffened and moaned, clearly indicating he had found his spot. He held it in place.

"Oh, god, that's intense," I moaned, arching my hips against the buzzing tool.

Soon I was rocking my hips, humping my clitoris against the vibrator. I could feel my juices flowing out of me. My panties were now soaked.

After about four or five minutes of serious humping, I felt my orgasm building inside me. I grabbed each of the restraints with were tightly restraining my wrists to the headboard and pulled them taut. I felt every muscle in my body tighten as my climax neared. It was going to be a big and intense one; I knew it.

"Oh shit, I'm getting close," I hissed. "Oh fuck, baby, he's going to make me cum. He's going to make your wife cum."

"Beg him, baby.. Beg him to make you cum. Beg him, or I'll make him stop."

The humiliation was not lost on me. For some strange, unexplainable reason, the humiliation added to my excitement.

My husband wanted me to beg for my orgasm. He wanted me to beg someone whose face I had not even seen, whose voice I had not heard and who I have never kissed, to allow me to cum. Yes, the humiliation of begging aroused me.

"Oh, please let me cum. Please...don't stop...please. I need this," I begged shamelessly.

"If he lets you cum, will you let him fuck you?" Jim inquired rhetorically. He already knew the answer. He just wanted me to verbalize it.

I nodded and moaned, "Uh huh," as I continued to hump shamelessly. I wanted to cum. I needed this climax.

"Well, tell him. Tell him what you'll do," Jim instructed, insisting that I continue to speak; that I continue to humiliate myself by begging.

"Please, make me cum. I'll let you fuck me. I'll let you do anything you want to me. I'll suck your cock while my husband watches. Oh shit...I'm cumming...Oh fuck..."

I felt the first of a series of spasms quake across my loins and through my inner core, waves of pleasure crashed through me. My entire body convulsed as I moaned loudly and incoherently. I left no doubt that I was climaxing.

I arched my hips, pressing my clitoris against the vibrator as I shuttered and quivered.

When the quakes began to subside, I cried out, "Okay, enough...I'm done...it's too intense..."

The stranger started to pull the vibrator away, but Jim instructed, "Don't let her stop...keep her going...she's multi-orgasmic. She's got more in her."

So the vibrating dildo was immediately returned to my vulva.

"Oh fuck...too much....oh fuck," I screamed as spasms rocked through me from the intense stimulation on my clitoris. And I went off again, as violently as the first time.

The convulsions rocking through me made my abdomen ache. I could not stop cumming.

 "Oh please, let me stop...fuck. It's too much. Please...I'll let you do anything. Please let me come down. I can't take this...too intense...please," I pleaded as I quivered and quaked from the endless orgasm. I felt like I would pass out.

The visitor removed the vibrator, leaving me panting with my exposed breast heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. I was clenching at the restraints, my entire body tense. The gusset of my panties felt very, very damp, almost wet.

I knew that Jim had silently given my 'friend' permission to remove the vibrator. I knew Jim was calling the shots here.

"Cindy, did you enjoy that?" Jim asked rhetorically.

"Oh god, he made me cum so hard. I thought I was going to pass out. Who is he? Let me see who did that to me," I panted, still out of breath.

"No baby, he has more to do, and it's better if you do not know who is doing it. What do you want him to do next?" Jim asked.

Nervously I answered, "I don't know. What?"

I was unsure what Jim was saying.

"Sure you do, baby. Tell him what you want. Tell him what you need. Beg him. Go ahead baby, beg for it," he instructed.

I felt my heart pound in my chest. I could distinctly feel my pulse in my engorged clitoris. I knew what Jim was instructing me to do and it embarrassed and aroused me. 

I hesitated for a moment. Begging a stranger to fuck you was so demeaning, but so arousing.

"Go ahead, baby, beg for it."

I stammered, my voice quivering, "Please, sir, please fuck me. I need to be fucked. I need your cock."

I felt his hands on the sides of my panties, pulling them down. I raised my bottom off the bed, and let him remove them. I was completely naked now; my last vestige of modesty removed.

I could imagine the image of me laying there tied and blind folded, my shaved pussy on display and my bra open, exposing my breasts.

Having just climaxed twice, I wondered how my vagina looked to him. Was it as open as it felt? I could feel my lubrication leaking from me as I awaited his assault.

He arose and I could hear him undressing.

Jim teased me, "Cindy, this is a very big man. You should see the size of this cock. I guess you can't see it, but baby you are going to feel it. It is fucking huge."

I was scared. Tied as I was, I was powerless to control his rate of entry. He could hurt me if he was not careful.

"Are you going to make him wear protection?" I asked nervously.

In almost all our adventures, Jim insists that my lovers wear a condom to prevent disease transmission. It is only our very closest friends who Jim allows inside me unprotected.

"No baby, I want you to take this one 'bareback'. I want to see his sperm oozing out of you. I want to feel his semen when I fuck you next." 

This was valuable information. This meant that for some reason, this was someone Jim trusted to not be carrying any STDs. It must mean Jim knew this individual.

God, I wanted to know who was preparing to fuck me!

I felt him climb back on the bed and position himself between my thighs.

Tethered as I was, my arms restrained, I knew I was helpless. I could do nothing to control the rate or manner that he penetrated me. I was scared and excited. I was not giving myself to this unseen stranger; I was going to be taken.

"Oh please, go slow; don't hurt me," I pleaded.

In response, he merely slapped his cock againt my vulva two times, stimulating my clitoris. He was sending me a message. Without speaking a word, he was communicating that he would take me how he wanted. 

This was something only one other man had ever done to me, slap their cock against me before fucking me, but that was a room service delivery boy in Chicago, thousands of miles from here. (You can read about it in 'Exposing Cindy - Mistress Sarah'.)

He rubbed the head up and down my wet slit, teasing me. The head felt rigid and large.

"Tell him what you want, baby. Tell him what you need," Jim commanded.

In response, I whimpered, "Please give me your cock. Please fuck me with it. But go slow. Don't hurt me."

I felt my tears start to flow. This was emotionally draining, even before he entered me. I was agreeing to be violated by someone I had not even seen.

I turned my head in the direction of Jim's voice and asked, "Are you going to let him cum inside me? Are you going to let him fill your wife's tiny cunt with his sperm?"

"Yes, baby, he is going to fill you up."

I cannot explain how arousing Jim's words were. I cannot explain how aroused I was becoming as I lay there with my arms tethered to the headboard, blindfolded, as my husband talked to me about some stranger, whom I have never seen, was preparing to fuck me bareback.

I felt him reach down and direct the glans of his cock into my opening. The head felt huge as he forced his way in, slowly wedging my tight little pussy open.

"Oh god, he's so thick. Wait! Let me adjust," I cried, straining against the straps holding my arms.

He withdrew a few inches and pushed forward again, deeper.

"Oh god, it hurts. He's too big," I cried, grimacing against the huge intrusion into my vagina. "Oh fuck, he's going to tear me."

Every time I cried out, he stopped only for an instant to allow me to adjust before forcing himself deeper. He would pull out and slowly wedge himself further and further inside of me.

From his movements, I knew that he did not want to hurt me. This was a man who wanted to please me, not harm me. Jim had chosen my partner well.

Nonetheless, while the pain, humiliation and wickedness of being penetrated this way, with no ability to control his entry was arousing, it was also emotionally draining. I was silently crying as he forced his way inside me. I could feel my tears trickling down the side of my face under my mask. I doubted either Jim or my assailant had any knowledge of my tears.

I whimpered and grimaced with each penetrating thrust as my anonymous lover forced himself into me. He reached under my legs and raised them up over his shoulders, lifting my bottom off the bed, pinning my shoulders into the mattress. I could feel the head of this huge cock pressing against the front wall of my vagina, stimulating my G-spot. 

After several minutes of him prying me open with his massive dick, suddenly my vagina seemed to relax and 'open up'. It was as though my pussy decided on its own to accept this invasion and to stop resisting. 

He was able to fully penetrate me now.

I felt his balls press against me, telling me that I had taken all of him. Inwardly, I smiled. I knew Jim wanted me to take all of this huge cock. I was pleased that I could do this for my husband.

Once he had fully impaled me, his balls pressed against my upturned bottom, his tempo picked up. He withdrew and plunged rapidly back into me, forcing a loud grunt from my core. I felt his balls literally 'slap' against my ass. The head of his cock pressed firmly against my G-spot.

He started fucking me with a vengeance, pounding my pussy with his large, erect penis.

I started responding. The pounding of his glans against my G-spot was moving me closer and closer to another orgasm.

"Oh god, fuck me. Don't stop. Oh, god your cock feels good. Jim, he is so deep. He's fucking your wife's nasty cunt." I hissed as I felt my orgasm building.

I was twisting and turning, straining against my restraints with each punishing thrust of his cock deep inside me.

I arched my hips up to meet each pounding plunge of his penis, forcing the glans to strike my G-spot. I needed to cum again. I was so close.

 I could hear his breathing getting heavier and his cock swell as he approached his own climax.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum....oh fuck..." I cried out as the first waves of pleasure crashed through my vagina. Spasm upon spasm rocked through me. I could feel my pussy open and close, as if it was milking the large cock pounding it.

Suddenly, my 'visitor' stiffened, plunged deep inside me, fully impaling me, and quivered uncontrollably. I could feel his large erection pulsing deep in my vagina, telling me that he was ejaculating.

"Oh yes, pump me full....give me your seed," I encouraged. "Jim, he's cumming. He's filling your wife's vagina with ropes and ropes of his sperm."

He collapsed on top of me. He lowered my legs off his shoulders and I wrapped my legs around his torso, clutching him, attempting to hold him in place with my heels against his ass. I did not want him to withdraw quite yet. I wanted to savor our mutual orgasm a moment longer.

I clenched my vagina, hugging his erection, attempting to milk the last drops of his semen into my womb. I felt his penis arch and swell in response to my pussy clutching it, so I did it again.

I sensed movement in the room. I am not sure how I knew Jim was moving around the bed. Maybe I could hear him; I just don't know. But I knew Jim was behind the stranger whose penis was throbbing inside my cum-soaked cunt.

I heard some mumbling, but could not discern what was being said. The unknown visitor withdrew from me.

"Oh, don't go. You feel good in there," I moaned.

I felt my vagina spasm from the sudden emptiness after being stretched so full. I could feel the semen seeping out of me and start to trickle down the crack of my ass.

As Jim's 'guest' rose off the bed, Jim moved in and took his place. Jim had stripped naked while watching our visitor fuck me. He was already rock hard from watching me climax with another man's erection pounding my tight little pussy, stretching it out before ejaculating deep inside me.

Jim positioned his erection at my gaping vagina and slid right in with no resistance. He felt smaller, telling me that I really had been stretched out.

I wrapped my legs around his torso. With my hands tethered to the bedpost, I could not touch my husband and caress him while he fucked me the way I wanted, but I could encourage him with my heels resting on his ass. I pulled him to me with my feet.

Jim did not last long. Apparently, the image of me climaxing so profoundly, while tied up and blindfolded, had Jim pretty close to orgasm before he even entered me.

Jim stiffened and shook. Based on his grunts and tremors, I was certain he was ejaculating inside me but I could not actually feel his cock pulse inside me. But I knew he was ejaculating.

"Good boy, cum for me, baby. Add your sperm to his. Pump your naughty wife full," I urged him.

I don't fully understand why, but he loved fucking me with another man's sperm lubricating my vagina for him.

Jim collapsed on me, exhausted and spent. I squeezed my thighs to hug him as I clenched my vagina, trying to milk his cock.

Jim kissed me. I wanted to be released from my bondage. I wanted to be able to hug and caress my husband as his erection pulsed inside me, but I couldn't.

I heard the jingle of a belt and the distinct sound of a zipper, telling me that the visitor who had just given me such a powerful orgasm was getting dressed. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to see the size of the cock that just stretched me so fully.

"Jim, take off my blindfold. I want to see who just fucked me. Please?" I requested while Jim's cock continued to drain inside me, adding his sperm to the semen cocktail swimming inside my dilated and wet vagina.

"No, baby. This is going to remain a secret."

"No, Jim. Please. I need to know who it was," I begged.

"Hush, now, tell him thanks. He's leaving," Jim instructed.

"Oh, please, don't go. Let me see who you are. Please," I pleaded directly towards the door to the room, where I heard rustling. But the stranger said nothing. I heard him leave as he descended the staircase toward the front door.

As Jim withdrew from me, I heard the front door slam closed, indicating that my unknown 'fuck buddy' had left. I felt a rush of panic overtake me. I strained against the terry cloth strips that stretched my arms. But I was helpless.

Jim untied me in a painstakingly slow manner, ensuring our visitor could fully escape and remain anonymous. With my left hand untied, I quickly removed my blindfold. The brightness of the light blinded me for a moment.

Jim untied my right hand, freeing me. I sat up and he hugged me. I hugged him back and began to cry silently. I think my tears were the emotional release I needed in response to being driven to a powerful orgasm without knowing who was doing it.

Jim and I took a bath together in our oversized tub. I washed the large volume of semen from my vagina.

I turned my back to Jim and slid between his legs, leaning back upon his muscular chest. He placed his arms over my shoulders and gently teased my nipples.

"That feels nice," I cooed. "I love the way you touch me."

"I love you, baby; I really do," he replied. I could feel his penis pulsing against my back, growing firmer and thicker.

"I know you do. I love you too," I said, confirming the deep affection we shared. After pausing for a moment, I continued, "Jim, why won't you tell me who it was?"

Jim smiled and paused, formulating his response. He gave me a loving squeeze by pressing his legs together.

"I think it will be more arousing for you in the days and weeks to come to try to figure out who it might have been. Every time you see a man smile at you in a 'knowing' way, you'll wonder, 'Was it him?'. You'll be on edge thinking about it."

"So I do know this person?"

"Oh absolutely," Jim stated emphatically.

"Is it someone that I have been with before?"

"Nope, never. First time."

Jim's penis was now pulsing and growing against my back, indicating that discussing me getting fucked by this anonymous person aroused his as much as it did me.

"How well do I know this person?" I asked, seeking any clue to who had just fucked me so very well.

"You see him on a fairly regular basis. You will continue to see him fairly regularly. But he is sworn to secrecy. He has promised me that he will not reveal his identity to you without my permission."

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Jim was right about one thing, not knowing added to the ongoing excitement.

"How old is he?" I asked, seeking more clues.

"Nope, twenty questions is over. No more clues," Jim responded.

"Are you going to let him fuck me again? Or is this a one time deal?" I asked anxiously.

"Would you like to fuck him again?"

I nodded sheepishly and said, "Uh huh, I think I would."

"You'd have to be tied up and blindfolded again."

"I know. Jim," I paused. "Would you fuck me again? I need to cum again. This talk has me very aroused," I confessed nervously. "And from the way your penis is throbbing against my back, this conversation seems to be arousing you as well." 

"Yeah, it kind of is."

"Did you like watching him fuck me? He was a very big man, you know."

"Yes, I liked it very much. And I know he was big; I saw him," Jim answered. I felt his erection swell between my shoulder blades as he recalled the large cock that had driven his wife to orgasm less than an hour ago.

I pressed my back into his throbbing boner and said, "Let's get out of here. I need to be fucked again, and I am certain you need a nice, warm, wet place to put your erection.

We dried each other and moved to the bed. Jim laid on his back and I sucked on him for a while before climbing on top of him. The look of love and lust on his face was priceless as I lowered myself down. He let out an audible moan as the head of his cock slipped inside me.

"You like fucking me after you have let someone else cum inside me, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes."

That was all it took, reminding Jim that someone lese had cum inside me recently. He pulled me forward and kissed me. Holding me tightly in this position, my chest pressed against his, he started to fuck me hard. He was pulling out and then violently plunging back into me, his balls slapping against my upturned ass.

I started to cum, which triggered his orgasm.

We held each other, panting for several minutes, savoring the lovemaking and the orgasm.

"I think we might need another bath," I joked.

God, I loved that man. Thank God that I belonged to Jim.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

For the last two weeks, I had been literally obsessed with trying to determine who my secret lover was. At my office, if I caught someone looking or smiling at me in an unusual way, I immediately wondered, 'Could it be him?'

When Stuart, the golf pro at our country club asked me, 'I missed you last weekend. Were you off having some fun somewhere?', I immediately wondered, 'could he be the one?'

I wondered if it could be one of our neighbors? Or could it be someone from Jim's office? Or, one of his golfing buddies?

Every man I saw, I wondered, 'Could he possess a penis that large?'

The only men I could cross off my list were men with whom Jim ad shared me previously. Jim did say that the stranger was a first timer for me.

I approached Jim in the den. "Jim, when are you going to invite your anonymous friend over again?"

"Are you in the mood to play again?"

Sheepishly, I nodded and softly replied, "Uh huh, I think I am."

"You know you'll have to be blindfolded and tied again?"

"I know," I stammered. I could feel myself getting wet just saying these words.

"I think this time I'll have you lie on your tummy," Jim mused. "You have such a great ass. Our guest should get to see that gorgeous bubble butt of yours."

"Jim, you are making me very wet. Call him and see if he can come over this afternoon."

I waited in the den while Jim made the call, thinking to myself, 'Cindy, you really are a little slut. Thank god, Jim loves sluts as long as they are his sluts.'

Jim came back and said, "He'll be here at three. Go bathe, shave your parts and get ready. I will get the restraints and blindfold ready for you. You'll be all ready before he gets here."

"Yes, sir," I said softly. And I did precisely what I was told.

Coming soon: Exposing Cindy - Chapter 2 - Bound to be fucked