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At my request, Jim invites my anonymous lover back to service again, and he brings his wife!
Two weeks ago, my husband tied my wrists to the headboard of our bed, blindfolded me, and allowed someone to fuck me while he watched. My anonymous lover made me cum while holding my vibrator against my clitoris before penetrating me with his huge erection. He drove me to a series of powerful orgasms as I struggled against the straps binding my wrists while I moaned and panted shamelessly.
It was sexy. It was wickedly naughty. It was wonderfully exciting.
After my lover ejaculated inside me, pumping ropes of his semen in my vagina, he left quietly. That's right, he drove me to a series of powerful orgasms and then he left without ever saying a word. I never heard his voice. I never saw his face.
I have been haunted by this.
I wanted to know who he was. I wanted to meet him, to talk with him. I needed to know who he was. But Jim refused to untie me or to even remove my blindfold until after my lover left our house.
I begged as I strained against my tethered arms for Jim to remove my blindfold and reveal my lover to me, but to no avail.
All Jim would tell me was that my lover was someone I knew, someone who I encountered on a regular basis, and that this was the first time the anonymous lover and I had ever been intimate. He had never fucked me, or even touched me in a sexual way before that wickedly sexy afternoon.
I cannot describe the anxiety, the distraction, or the excitement, day after day, wondering who had fucked me. Whose huge erect penis had penetrated me, made me climax and pumped his sperm into my waiting womb. For the last two weeks, I have 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, looked at me with the slightest bit of desire and 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? Could that be my anonymous lover?'
I even wondered if it could be our neighbor's teenage son who regularly stared at my breasts and erect nipples when I worked in the yard and he came over to visit and chat.
I was an emotional mess not knowing.
And let's be honest, there was simply no appropriate way to confront someone and ask, 'are you the one who fucked me and made me cum while my husband had me tied to the bed and blindfolded?'
Since Jim had assured me that this was the first time I had been intimate with this lover, the only men I could cross off my list were men with whom Jim had shared me previously. And while that was not a short list, it did little to answer the nagging question, 'what is the identity of my most recent lover?'
And this wondering had me in a constant state of arousal. The gusset of my panties seemed to be perpetually wet these days. I was like a bitch in heat. I felt that I was emanating a scent that was alerting men of my arousal and availability.
It was late Saturday morning when I approached Jim in the den.
I waited in the den while Jim made the call. While I waited for Jim's return, I thought to myself, 'Cindy, you really are a little slut. Thank god, Jim loves a slut as long as she is his slut.'
My heart was pounding as I shaved the stubble from my vulva in the tub and washed my 'parts'. I resisted the urge to masturbate. I had not climaxed in several days, and the temptation to 'take the edge' off' here in the tub using my handheld water massager was quite real. However, I resisted. I wanted to save my climax for my 'friend'.
I sat in front of my vanity table, applying my make-up and blow drying my hair. I looked good. I pulled my blonde hair into a ponytail. My large green eyes, and plump lips made me look much younger than my forty four years.
My 34B cup breasts were firm, my nipples were quite erect. Despite the fact that I was the mother of two college aged boys, my abdomen was flat and firm.
Yes, through a combination of regular exercise and diet, I had maintained the figure of a woman much younger than my true chronological age.
I looked at the clock. It was 2:19 p.m. I had nearly an hour to wait. I put on my robe, remaining naked underneath and went into the living room to find Jim. He had been busy.
I nodded and took a sip.
Jim had moved our coffee table and the large ottoman in front of the gas fireplace. Jim had tied two long strips of terrycloth, which were torn from an old towel, to the legs of the coffee table. He had placed a pillow in the floor, next to the ottoman.
He then grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it between the coffee table and the ottoman between the terrycloth strips.
Jim smiled and remained silent for several seconds. He was obviously processing what to share with me, and what should remain unsaid.
I knew full well that he was not withholding information in an attempt to manipulate me or to get me to agree to his plans under false pretense. Jim knew that I would submit to his will and do whatever he asked of me. I always had.
No, Jim was deciding what level of information, coupled with uncertainty, would stimulate my psyche' most effectively.
I don't expect the readers to understand or appreciate the complexity of my relationship with Jim; you likely are thinking that this is a bizarre relationship. Perhaps you are correct; but it works for us.
After twenty three years of marriage, and nearly twenty five years of sharing me with other men, Jim knew how my mind worked far too well. Jim could always find a way to strike the perfect balance between leaving me embarrassed and humiliated at the level of exposure and submission he demanded, while still ensuring that no one disrespected me.
Jim knew how to expose and humiliate me while making me feel desirable and respected. It is hard to explain, but the balance was very delicate, and Jim knew precisely how to find that balance.
I could feel myself growing wet as I visualized being blindfolded and tied over the ottoman, naked and vulnerable, unable to do anything but accept any intrusion and any penetration that my audience attempted. And I would not even know who was doing what.
My head was spinning. I could feel my heart literally pounding in chest. Jim had made it very clear since my first encounter with the stranger that I not only knew him, but that I saw him regularly, hence, it was reasonable to assume that I also knew his wife.
The thought that both he and his wife would know what a nasty little slut I was, but I would have no idea who they were was terribly unsettling.
I looked at the clock on the mantle. It was now 2:49 p.m. Our guests were due here in eleven minutes.
Jim never forced me to do anything. He wanted my submission; he did not want a slave. And in the end, I always complied. I always submitted to his desires. This time would not be any different. Jim knew this. He knew I would not make him send the intruders away.
I recognized what Jim was doing. He wanted me to articulate my desire to comply and submit. He wanted me to tell him that I wanted to be his slut, to let this couple use me while I was blindfolded and restrained. He wanted me to tell him that I wanted to be fucked by someone whose face I would never see.
I was trying to determine what to expect. I had never actually been with a woman before, although I fantasized about it frequently.
That thought only added to my excitement.
Jim looked at the clock. It was now 2:53 p.m. I heard a car pull into our driveway. I wanted to run to the window and see who was there, but I knew that I must remain here with Jim.
I simply nodded, removed my robe and stood nervously staring at the terry cloth tethers and the ottoman, as I imagined the image I would present to my husband and the unidentified invader who drove me to a powerful climax two weeks ago and his anonymous accomplice.
I cannot explain why, but being so very exposed, and so vulnerable in front of these people, without knowing who they were, and without being able to see the expression on their faces, was humiliating, yet exciting beyond words.
I could feel my lubrication leaking from my vagina, coating my inner thighs as I imagined what they would see, and what they planned to do to me. I took a deep breath and obediently, I knelt on the pillow in front the ottoman.
My god, what was I getting myself into?
Jim pressed on my back, forcing me to lie forward and tied my right wrist to the cloth tether affixed to the leg of the coffee table. I pulled on it to ensure that I was firmly restrained. I was.
Jim repeated the exercise on my left wrist. He then produced the blindfold and placed it securely across my eyes. I was fully restrained and sightless. I was completely vulnerable.
I heard him step behind me, and I felt his hand trace up between my thighs, his fingers slowly opening my wet labia. I felt two fingers penetrate my vulva. His fingers slipped in without resistance.
There was something about having this conversation blindfolded, with my husband's fingers inside my vagina that was terribly arousing.
Jim massaged the front wall of my vagina, pressing his fingers against my g-spot. I started to rock my hips back, pushing his fingers deeper inside me, moaning. I knew it would not take long for me to climax from his internal massage.
Jim's cell phone rang, indicating an incoming call. He quickly withdrew his fingers and stood, leaving me humping against the edge of the ottoman, frustrated.
I slowed my breathing and remained silent, listening intently for any clue who my assailants might be.
I heard the door open. I heard two car doors slam, and seconds later, I heard the sounds of people entering the house and the front door closing. I heard the distinct sound of the dead-bolt lock clicking to ensure our privacy.
I strained to hear more, but all I could hear was some indistinct whispering as they entered the room. I could feel my heart pounding and my face and chest burn crimson from my embarrassment of being on display like this.
I also could feel my wetness seeping from my vagina, coating my inner thighs.
I imagined the image that they saw when they entered the room. My arms stretched out in front of me, tied to the legs of the coffee table, my naked form on display with my round ass sticking up in the air, inviting anyone who wanted to simply mount me.
I remained silent for the longest time, wallowing in the humiliation of my bondage and exposure. I really did not know what to say, so I said nothing, silently basking in my shame.
I heard Jim pouring two drinks, one with ice, which I assumed was a cocktail for the male intruder, and one without, which I assumed was a glass of wine for the female. As I write this, I realize that I have no basis to assume that the woman drank wine and the husband drank a cocktail; yet that is the image I formed in my mind at the time.
I realized that I had a couple of hints about who my anonymous assailant was. One, he was married. That eliminated a number of potential suspects. And the fact that both the husband and his wife were so careful not to utter even the slightest sound in front of me let me know that Jim was concerned that I would recognize their voices. That meant that I undoubtedly knew both of them quite well.
This was both good and bad. I was inching closer to knowing who had fucked me so well two weeks ago. However, it also meant that I was likely encountering both of them on a regular basis. This meant that I was regularly in the presence of someone who had fucked me to orgasm, and his wife was about to watch him do it again.
I was so embarrassed but I did not even know in whose presence I should be embarrassed. I cannot describe the impact this anonymous shame and humiliation had on my psyche'; however the impact on my loins was profound. My lubrication was literally leaking from me now.
I heard the rustling of clothes and the distinct sounds of zippers. I heard the sounds of clothing being tossed on the couch nearby, telling me that our guests were stripping down.
I expected the male to mount me while Jim and the wife watched the live sex show.
Someone approached me and sat on the chair in front of me. I felt a hand touch my back gently massaging my should blades and back, gently scratching them. . It was small hand and had long nails. I realized that I was being caressed by a woman!
After massaging and scratching my back and shoulders for a minute or so, she arose from the chair and kneeled next to me on my left side. Her left hand slid under me as she began fondling my left breast, slowly teasing my erect nipple.
I gave a moan approval as I raised up slightly to allow her hand better access to my breast. .
She leaned forward. I felt her naked breasts trace across my back. I could feel her erect nipples as she dragged them over my shoulders and naked back. I wanted to see her. I wanted to touch her, but I was not able to do so.
She kissed my back and neck, flicking her tongue across my tender flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through me. This was the most sensual and erotic foreplay of my life.
Her right hand slowly traced its way down my lower back, cupping and massaging my buttocks before reaching behind my to find my wet labia. Her fingers teased my opening, the tips barely penetrating my vulva which was seeping my lubrication.
I moaned and rocked my hips, trying to force her fingers inside me, but she was intent on teasing me and making me beg for her further penetration. Her fingers would find and tease my erect clitoris, causing me to moan and hump in response, but she would not let her fingers linger there.
Whenever I would start to develop a rhythm of sorts from her fingers stimulating my engorged clit, she would move her fingers from my sensitive little nubbins and start teasing the very opening of my vagina, separating my wet labia with her fingers.
All the while, her left hand continued to tease my left nipple, milking it gently. She knew precisely how to touch me to arouse me and bring me right to the edge before backing off.
I hesitated. I honestly did not know what to say.
Jim knew that forcing me to articulate my pleasure and desires added to my humiliation, and my excitement.
I strained against the straps around my wrists as I tried push back on her hand and force her fingers inside me deeper. But she was satisfied to just tease me for a moment, to hear me whimper and beg shamelessly. I was being toyed with, and I knew it.
Suddenly, without any warning, she pulled her hand away completely.
My hips continued to hump as I tried to pressed my clit into the edge of the ottoman in frustration. I was so close to a climax, and I needed to cum. But with my hands tied, I was unable touch myself and finish the job.
She stood up and walked to the couch. I could hear some rumblings, but could not determine what I was hearing. Then I heard the distinct clicking sound of a top of a tube of gel being opened and the gurgling sound of some substance being squeezed from a tube.
The anonymous female returned to my side, kneeling next to me, I felt her fingers on my bottom, only they were coated with a lubricant, perhaps K-Y jelly.
Then she shocked me as her finger found my anus and she began to insert the lubricated finger into my upturned bum.
I tensed up. I have never been into anal play in any serious way. The one time Jim tried to enter my backside, it hurt far too much and I made him stop before he even got the glans of his erection past my sphincter.
As Jim was speaking, the woman pulled her finger from my ass. Then she grabbed something from the floor next to her. Suddenly, heard the distinctive buzz of a vibrator coming to life; a sound I knew very well.
I have a wonderful, eight inch long, bright red phallic shaped vibrator in my nightstand. It is nearly two inches thick across the realistic head. With some degree of effort, with my large red vibrator, I am able to work that large device inside me, and it fills my aching pussy, stretching me to my limits. But I knew it simply never fit into my backside. It would tear me apart.
My large device was the only vibrator with which I was familiar. I really did not have knowledge of slimmer, smaller toys suitable for anal play.
I was panic stricken that she was going to try to push my large red dildo, or some similar sized device into my tiny, tight anus.
I was straining against my tethers in a panic. Restrained as I was, I could not stop any assault on my bottom. I was helpless, and scared.
I knew Jim would never let anyone harm me, but despite that knowledge, relaxing was out of the question.
The woman held my cheeks apart with her left hand and touched the vibrating tip to the sensitive anal tissue. She did not try to penetrate me initially, just allowed the vibrating tip to stimulate my anus.
A shot of pleasure overtook my entire groin area. The vibrating tip produced a feeling I had never before experienced.
I could not help but moan audibly. My entire body shuttered from the pleasurable vibrations on my anal sphincter.
I felt and heard movement. I surmised that the woman was now kneeling next to me with her own bottom up, and someone, Jim I assumed, was behind her fondling her privates as she teased my sensitive anus.
I held myself perfectly still, as I tried to keep the very tip of the vibrator precisely located on my sensitive anal sphincter.
After about a minute of stimulating me externally, she applied the slightest pressure to the vibrator and allowed it to penetrate me ever so slightly. I do not know how thick the device was, but it was sufficiently slender to slide into my backside with no resistance.
I was amazed that she could penetrate me so easily, with not pain, no discomfort. I was even more amazed at the intense pleasure the vibrations created.
I could not keep from moaning as the pleasure overtook me.
I pushed back on it, forcing it deeper into my bottom. I could not believe the sensation of this little dildo vibrating in my ass.
It was evident from the sounds and her movements that someone was behind her now, fingering her while she played with my asshole. Her moans of approval indicated that she liked what they were doing to her.
She started gently sliding the vibrator in and out of my upturned backside. With each in and out cycle, I grew more and more excited. I was starting to moan more loudly, and pushing back to meet each abnormal penetration of my rectum.
I knew what Jim wanted me to do.
She started twisting the device as she plunged it into my backside.
She leaned forward, pressing her naked breasts into my back as Jim massaged her pussy with his fingers.
I knew just what Jim was doing to her. My husband had finger fucked me to orgasm regularly for he past twenty four years. I knew his fingers were working their magic on her pussy, massaging the front wall of her vagina, pressing and rubbing against her g-spot.
She continued to work the vibrator in and out of my upturned bottom with her right hand as she tweaked my left nipple with her left hand.
Our moans became synchronized. Her excitement fueled my excitement, and my excitement fueled hers. We were both approaching our orgasms simultaneously.
I could feel my orgasm building inside me. Without any clitoral or vaginal stimulation, I was going to cum. I was going to climax from anal stimulation alone! I never imagined this was even possible.
I felt it building, but this was different than anything I had ever experienced before. The stimulation to my backside was creating a bizarre reaction throughout my entire core. I was going to cum in the most bizarre manner imaginable.
I was quickly approaching the point of no return. My orgasm was imminent.
I pushed back against the slender vibrator that was penetrating my bottom forcing it deeper inside me.
Shamelessly, I arched back to meet each thrust, and I came. With the vibrator buried deep in my rectum, I had one of the most bizarre and unexpected orgasms of my life. Despite the fact that I had no clitoral and no vaginal stimulation, I had a powerful orgasm.
My entire body quaked and quivered as waves of orgasmic pleasure crashed through me in a series of violent convulsions.
My orgasm triggered hers. I felt her shutter and moan in pleasure as she squeezed my left tit, and pressed the vibrator deep into my ass. Her mouth found my neck and bit and sucked my tender flesh as she came.
I wanted to caress her and hold her as we both came, but my restrains prevented me from doing anything other than lying facing down on the ottoman and shuttering with pleasure.
With the vibrator still buzzing in my ass, I felt and heard some movement. Her husband positioned himself behind me. He was preparing to take me doggie style. Her hand released the vibrator, forcing me to clench my anus to hold it in place and prevent it from being expelled.
I felt the glans of my anonymous lover's cock searching for my vaginal opening before sliding into me. I was wet and dilated from my first orgasm, and accepted his penetration easily.
The woman was now kissing my back, shoulders and neck while her husband fucked me from behind. I could not tell if Jim's fingers were still inside her or not.
Every time her husband pushed his cock into me, his abdomen nudged the vibrator, which was sticking out of my ass, and forced ti into me slightly.
It was the strangest sensation I have ever had. With each plunging thrust of his cock deep into my pussy, I was getting fucked in my ass with the vibrator as well. I wondered it he could feel the powerful vibrations through the thin membrane separating my rectum from my vagina.
The simultaneous stimulation of my anus and his large penis in my vagina aroused me beyond words. I started arching my back, pressing myself back to meet his thrusts as my arousal grew. He started plunging into me harder. I could feel his balls slapping up against the back of my thighs.
As the first powerful wave overtook me, he stiffened and pressed deep into me, forcing the vibrator deeper into my bottom with his abdomen as his erection pulsed inside my twat. I knew he was ejaculating, pumping string and strings of his semen deep inside me. I lay there, pressed into the ottoman accepting his sperm.
His wife continued to caress me as her husband pumped my womb full of his seed. It was a surreal experience.
As he withdrew, I felt his semen dripping from my vagina, running down my inner thighs. I tried to clench the vibrator in my ass and hold it in place, but I could not. Very slowly, I could feel it slipping out of my bottom.
Jim grabbed the base of the buzzing dildo that moments before had been buried deep in my rectum, slowly withdrew it from my ass and turned it off. I heard him set the device down on the bricks in front of the fireplace before kneeling behind me.
Jim positioned himself to fuck me doggie style. With the previous occupant's semen serving as a lubricant, Jim slipped right in to my sloppy pussy.
I could hear our guests wrestling with their clothes and getting dressed. They were going to disappear from my life once again without revealing their identity.
I considered asking Jim to remove my blindfold, but I knew he wouldn't do so, so I didn't even ask.
I could barely feel him inside me as he fucked me from behind. I was not going to cum again, my mind was elsewhere. Jim fucked me slowly for several minutes, sliding in and out with ease. The previous occupant had stretched me out.
Before Jim climaxed inside me, I heard the front door unlock and open, and then close. I heard the car doors slam shut and the car start.
Jim's pace quickened and then he stiffened, burying his cock as deep as he could. The series of spasms that rocked through him left no doubt that he was ejaculating in me.
I lay there allowing my husband to add his semen to the sperm cocktail that was swimming inside me already.
My asshole felt strange and sensitive from the vibrator stimulation it had received earlier.
With our anonymous friends gone, Jim untied my wrists, allowing to remove the blindfold. I was temporarily blinded by the light. As my eyes adjusted, I searched around the room for some clue as to the identity of my secret lovers; but I found nothing.
I saw the vibrator that had been in my rectum moments before. It was standing on the bricks. It was white hard plastic. It was perfectly smooth, not at all like the veined red phallic shaped vibrating dildo I had in my nightstand which frequently found its way into my vagina.
It was about seven inches long and less than an inch in diameter.
I was curious how long ago Jim had planned to allow this couple to pleasure my backside.
I blushed deeply at the thought of having a vibrator for my ass. I seemed so wrong. But I cannot deny it, I liked it.
Jim filled our oversized, two person tub. He reclined and after washing my 'parts', I climbed between his legs and rested my head on his muscular chest. We soaked in the warm water for nearly an hour.
While relaxing in the tub, it dawned on me that I had three additional clues as to who my unknown assailants/lovers were. They were married, eliminating a whole host of single suspects. I knew them well enough that Jim was concerned that would recognize their voices. But most importantly, they had called Jim's cell phone and their number would be stored under 'recent calls'. And I knew Jim's password to his phone.
Two weeks ago, my husband tied my wrists to the headboard of our bed, blindfolded me, and allowed someone to fuck me while he watched. My anonymous lover made me cum while holding my vibrator against my clitoris before penetrating me with his huge erection. He drove me to a series of powerful orgasms as I struggled against the straps binding my wrists while I moaned and panted shamelessly.
It was sexy. It was wickedly naughty. It was wonderfully exciting.
After my lover ejaculated inside me, pumping ropes of his semen in my vagina, he left quietly. That's right, he drove me to a series of powerful orgasms and then he left without ever saying a word. I never heard his voice. I never saw his face.
I have been haunted by this.
I wanted to know who he was. I wanted to meet him, to talk with him. I needed to know who he was. But Jim refused to untie me or to even remove my blindfold until after my lover left our house.
I begged as I strained against my tethered arms for Jim to remove my blindfold and reveal my lover to me, but to no avail.
All Jim would tell me was that my lover was someone I knew, someone who I encountered on a regular basis, and that this was the first time the anonymous lover and I had ever been intimate. He had never fucked me, or even touched me in a sexual way before that wickedly sexy afternoon.
I cannot describe the anxiety, the distraction, or the excitement, day after day, wondering who had fucked me. Whose huge erect penis had penetrated me, made me climax and pumped his sperm into my waiting womb. For the last two weeks, I have 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, looked at me with the slightest bit of desire and 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? Could that be my anonymous lover?'
I even wondered if it could be our neighbor's teenage son who regularly stared at my breasts and erect nipples when I worked in the yard and he came over to visit and chat.
I was an emotional mess not knowing.
And let's be honest, there was simply no appropriate way to confront someone and ask, 'are you the one who fucked me and made me cum while my husband had me tied to the bed and blindfolded?'
Since Jim had assured me that this was the first time I had been intimate with this lover, the only men I could cross off my list were men with whom Jim had shared me previously. And while that was not a short list, it did little to answer the nagging question, 'what is the identity of my most recent lover?'
And this wondering had me in a constant state of arousal. The gusset of my panties seemed to be perpetually wet these days. I was like a bitch in heat. I felt that I was emanating a scent that was alerting men of my arousal and availability.
It was late Saturday morning when I approached Jim in the den.
I waited in the den while Jim made the call. While I waited for Jim's return, I thought to myself, 'Cindy, you really are a little slut. Thank god, Jim loves a slut as long as she is his slut.'
My heart was pounding as I shaved the stubble from my vulva in the tub and washed my 'parts'. I resisted the urge to masturbate. I had not climaxed in several days, and the temptation to 'take the edge' off' here in the tub using my handheld water massager was quite real. However, I resisted. I wanted to save my climax for my 'friend'.
I sat in front of my vanity table, applying my make-up and blow drying my hair. I looked good. I pulled my blonde hair into a ponytail. My large green eyes, and plump lips made me look much younger than my forty four years.
My 34B cup breasts were firm, my nipples were quite erect. Despite the fact that I was the mother of two college aged boys, my abdomen was flat and firm.
Yes, through a combination of regular exercise and diet, I had maintained the figure of a woman much younger than my true chronological age.
I looked at the clock. It was 2:19 p.m. I had nearly an hour to wait. I put on my robe, remaining naked underneath and went into the living room to find Jim. He had been busy.
I nodded and took a sip.
Jim had moved our coffee table and the large ottoman in front of the gas fireplace. Jim had tied two long strips of terrycloth, which were torn from an old towel, to the legs of the coffee table. He had placed a pillow in the floor, next to the ottoman.
He then grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it between the coffee table and the ottoman between the terrycloth strips.
Jim smiled and remained silent for several seconds. He was obviously processing what to share with me, and what should remain unsaid.
I knew full well that he was not withholding information in an attempt to manipulate me or to get me to agree to his plans under false pretense. Jim knew that I would submit to his will and do whatever he asked of me. I always had.
No, Jim was deciding what level of information, coupled with uncertainty, would stimulate my psyche' most effectively.
I don't expect the readers to understand or appreciate the complexity of my relationship with Jim; you likely are thinking that this is a bizarre relationship. Perhaps you are correct; but it works for us.
After twenty three years of marriage, and nearly twenty five years of sharing me with other men, Jim knew how my mind worked far too well. Jim could always find a way to strike the perfect balance between leaving me embarrassed and humiliated at the level of exposure and submission he demanded, while still ensuring that no one disrespected me.
Jim knew how to expose and humiliate me while making me feel desirable and respected. It is hard to explain, but the balance was very delicate, and Jim knew precisely how to find that balance.
I could feel myself growing wet as I visualized being blindfolded and tied over the ottoman, naked and vulnerable, unable to do anything but accept any intrusion and any penetration that my audience attempted. And I would not even know who was doing what.
My head was spinning. I could feel my heart literally pounding in chest. Jim had made it very clear since my first encounter with the stranger that I not only knew him, but that I saw him regularly, hence, it was reasonable to assume that I also knew his wife.
The thought that both he and his wife would know what a nasty little slut I was, but I would have no idea who they were was terribly unsettling.
I looked at the clock on the mantle. It was now 2:49 p.m. Our guests were due here in eleven minutes.
Jim never forced me to do anything. He wanted my submission; he did not want a slave. And in the end, I always complied. I always submitted to his desires. This time would not be any different. Jim knew this. He knew I would not make him send the intruders away.
I recognized what Jim was doing. He wanted me to articulate my desire to comply and submit. He wanted me to tell him that I wanted to be his slut, to let this couple use me while I was blindfolded and restrained. He wanted me to tell him that I wanted to be fucked by someone whose face I would never see.
I was trying to determine what to expect. I had never actually been with a woman before, although I fantasized about it frequently.
That thought only added to my excitement.
Jim looked at the clock. It was now 2:53 p.m. I heard a car pull into our driveway. I wanted to run to the window and see who was there, but I knew that I must remain here with Jim.
I simply nodded, removed my robe and stood nervously staring at the terry cloth tethers and the ottoman, as I imagined the image I would present to my husband and the unidentified invader who drove me to a powerful climax two weeks ago and his anonymous accomplice.
I cannot explain why, but being so very exposed, and so vulnerable in front of these people, without knowing who they were, and without being able to see the expression on their faces, was humiliating, yet exciting beyond words.
I could feel my lubrication leaking from my vagina, coating my inner thighs as I imagined what they would see, and what they planned to do to me. I took a deep breath and obediently, I knelt on the pillow in front the ottoman.
My god, what was I getting myself into?
Jim pressed on my back, forcing me to lie forward and tied my right wrist to the cloth tether affixed to the leg of the coffee table. I pulled on it to ensure that I was firmly restrained. I was.
Jim repeated the exercise on my left wrist. He then produced the blindfold and placed it securely across my eyes. I was fully restrained and sightless. I was completely vulnerable.
I heard him step behind me, and I felt his hand trace up between my thighs, his fingers slowly opening my wet labia. I felt two fingers penetrate my vulva. His fingers slipped in without resistance.
There was something about having this conversation blindfolded, with my husband's fingers inside my vagina that was terribly arousing.
Jim massaged the front wall of my vagina, pressing his fingers against my g-spot. I started to rock my hips back, pushing his fingers deeper inside me, moaning. I knew it would not take long for me to climax from his internal massage.
Jim's cell phone rang, indicating an incoming call. He quickly withdrew his fingers and stood, leaving me humping against the edge of the ottoman, frustrated.
I slowed my breathing and remained silent, listening intently for any clue who my assailants might be.
I heard the door open. I heard two car doors slam, and seconds later, I heard the sounds of people entering the house and the front door closing. I heard the distinct sound of the dead-bolt lock clicking to ensure our privacy.
I strained to hear more, but all I could hear was some indistinct whispering as they entered the room. I could feel my heart pounding and my face and chest burn crimson from my embarrassment of being on display like this.
I also could feel my wetness seeping from my vagina, coating my inner thighs.
I imagined the image that they saw when they entered the room. My arms stretched out in front of me, tied to the legs of the coffee table, my naked form on display with my round ass sticking up in the air, inviting anyone who wanted to simply mount me.
I remained silent for the longest time, wallowing in the humiliation of my bondage and exposure. I really did not know what to say, so I said nothing, silently basking in my shame.
I heard Jim pouring two drinks, one with ice, which I assumed was a cocktail for the male intruder, and one without, which I assumed was a glass of wine for the female. As I write this, I realize that I have no basis to assume that the woman drank wine and the husband drank a cocktail; yet that is the image I formed in my mind at the time.
I realized that I had a couple of hints about who my anonymous assailant was. One, he was married. That eliminated a number of potential suspects. And the fact that both the husband and his wife were so careful not to utter even the slightest sound in front of me let me know that Jim was concerned that I would recognize their voices. That meant that I undoubtedly knew both of them quite well.
This was both good and bad. I was inching closer to knowing who had fucked me so well two weeks ago. However, it also meant that I was likely encountering both of them on a regular basis. This meant that I was regularly in the presence of someone who had fucked me to orgasm, and his wife was about to watch him do it again.
I was so embarrassed but I did not even know in whose presence I should be embarrassed. I cannot describe the impact this anonymous shame and humiliation had on my psyche'; however the impact on my loins was profound. My lubrication was literally leaking from me now.
I heard the rustling of clothes and the distinct sounds of zippers. I heard the sounds of clothing being tossed on the couch nearby, telling me that our guests were stripping down.
I expected the male to mount me while Jim and the wife watched the live sex show.
Someone approached me and sat on the chair in front of me. I felt a hand touch my back gently massaging my should blades and back, gently scratching them. . It was small hand and had long nails. I realized that I was being caressed by a woman!
After massaging and scratching my back and shoulders for a minute or so, she arose from the chair and kneeled next to me on my left side. Her left hand slid under me as she began fondling my left breast, slowly teasing my erect nipple.
I gave a moan approval as I raised up slightly to allow her hand better access to my breast. .
She leaned forward. I felt her naked breasts trace across my back. I could feel her erect nipples as she dragged them over my shoulders and naked back. I wanted to see her. I wanted to touch her, but I was not able to do so.
She kissed my back and neck, flicking her tongue across my tender flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through me. This was the most sensual and erotic foreplay of my life.
Her right hand slowly traced its way down my lower back, cupping and massaging my buttocks before reaching behind my to find my wet labia. Her fingers teased my opening, the tips barely penetrating my vulva which was seeping my lubrication.
I moaned and rocked my hips, trying to force her fingers inside me, but she was intent on teasing me and making me beg for her further penetration. Her fingers would find and tease my erect clitoris, causing me to moan and hump in response, but she would not let her fingers linger there.
Whenever I would start to develop a rhythm of sorts from her fingers stimulating my engorged clit, she would move her fingers from my sensitive little nubbins and start teasing the very opening of my vagina, separating my wet labia with her fingers.
All the while, her left hand continued to tease my left nipple, milking it gently. She knew precisely how to touch me to arouse me and bring me right to the edge before backing off.
I hesitated. I honestly did not know what to say.
Jim knew that forcing me to articulate my pleasure and desires added to my humiliation, and my excitement.
I strained against the straps around my wrists as I tried push back on her hand and force her fingers inside me deeper. But she was satisfied to just tease me for a moment, to hear me whimper and beg shamelessly. I was being toyed with, and I knew it.
Suddenly, without any warning, she pulled her hand away completely.
My hips continued to hump as I tried to pressed my clit into the edge of the ottoman in frustration. I was so close to a climax, and I needed to cum. But with my hands tied, I was unable touch myself and finish the job.
She stood up and walked to the couch. I could hear some rumblings, but could not determine what I was hearing. Then I heard the distinct clicking sound of a top of a tube of gel being opened and the gurgling sound of some substance being squeezed from a tube.
The anonymous female returned to my side, kneeling next to me, I felt her fingers on my bottom, only they were coated with a lubricant, perhaps K-Y jelly.
Then she shocked me as her finger found my anus and she began to insert the lubricated finger into my upturned bum.
I tensed up. I have never been into anal play in any serious way. The one time Jim tried to enter my backside, it hurt far too much and I made him stop before he even got the glans of his erection past my sphincter.
As Jim was speaking, the woman pulled her finger from my ass. Then she grabbed something from the floor next to her. Suddenly, heard the distinctive buzz of a vibrator coming to life; a sound I knew very well.
I have a wonderful, eight inch long, bright red phallic shaped vibrator in my nightstand. It is nearly two inches thick across the realistic head. With some degree of effort, with my large red vibrator, I am able to work that large device inside me, and it fills my aching pussy, stretching me to my limits. But I knew it simply never fit into my backside. It would tear me apart.
My large device was the only vibrator with which I was familiar. I really did not have knowledge of slimmer, smaller toys suitable for anal play.
I was panic stricken that she was going to try to push my large red dildo, or some similar sized device into my tiny, tight anus.
I was straining against my tethers in a panic. Restrained as I was, I could not stop any assault on my bottom. I was helpless, and scared.
I knew Jim would never let anyone harm me, but despite that knowledge, relaxing was out of the question.
The woman held my cheeks apart with her left hand and touched the vibrating tip to the sensitive anal tissue. She did not try to penetrate me initially, just allowed the vibrating tip to stimulate my anus.
A shot of pleasure overtook my entire groin area. The vibrating tip produced a feeling I had never before experienced.
I could not help but moan audibly. My entire body shuttered from the pleasurable vibrations on my anal sphincter.
I felt and heard movement. I surmised that the woman was now kneeling next to me with her own bottom up, and someone, Jim I assumed, was behind her fondling her privates as she teased my sensitive anus.
I held myself perfectly still, as I tried to keep the very tip of the vibrator precisely located on my sensitive anal sphincter.
After about a minute of stimulating me externally, she applied the slightest pressure to the vibrator and allowed it to penetrate me ever so slightly. I do not know how thick the device was, but it was sufficiently slender to slide into my backside with no resistance.
I was amazed that she could penetrate me so easily, with not pain, no discomfort. I was even more amazed at the intense pleasure the vibrations created.
I could not keep from moaning as the pleasure overtook me.
I pushed back on it, forcing it deeper into my bottom. I could not believe the sensation of this little dildo vibrating in my ass.
It was evident from the sounds and her movements that someone was behind her now, fingering her while she played with my asshole. Her moans of approval indicated that she liked what they were doing to her.
She started gently sliding the vibrator in and out of my upturned backside. With each in and out cycle, I grew more and more excited. I was starting to moan more loudly, and pushing back to meet each abnormal penetration of my rectum.
I knew what Jim wanted me to do.
She started twisting the device as she plunged it into my backside.
She leaned forward, pressing her naked breasts into my back as Jim massaged her pussy with his fingers.
I knew just what Jim was doing to her. My husband had finger fucked me to orgasm regularly for he past twenty four years. I knew his fingers were working their magic on her pussy, massaging the front wall of her vagina, pressing and rubbing against her g-spot.
She continued to work the vibrator in and out of my upturned bottom with her right hand as she tweaked my left nipple with her left hand.
Our moans became synchronized. Her excitement fueled my excitement, and my excitement fueled hers. We were both approaching our orgasms simultaneously.
I could feel my orgasm building inside me. Without any clitoral or vaginal stimulation, I was going to cum. I was going to climax from anal stimulation alone! I never imagined this was even possible.
I felt it building, but this was different than anything I had ever experienced before. The stimulation to my backside was creating a bizarre reaction throughout my entire core. I was going to cum in the most bizarre manner imaginable.
I was quickly approaching the point of no return. My orgasm was imminent.
I pushed back against the slender vibrator that was penetrating my bottom forcing it deeper inside me.
Shamelessly, I arched back to meet each thrust, and I came. With the vibrator buried deep in my rectum, I had one of the most bizarre and unexpected orgasms of my life. Despite the fact that I had no clitoral and no vaginal stimulation, I had a powerful orgasm.
My entire body quaked and quivered as waves of orgasmic pleasure crashed through me in a series of violent convulsions.
My orgasm triggered hers. I felt her shutter and moan in pleasure as she squeezed my left tit, and pressed the vibrator deep into my ass. Her mouth found my neck and bit and sucked my tender flesh as she came.
I wanted to caress her and hold her as we both came, but my restrains prevented me from doing anything other than lying facing down on the ottoman and shuttering with pleasure.
With the vibrator still buzzing in my ass, I felt and heard some movement. Her husband positioned himself behind me. He was preparing to take me doggie style. Her hand released the vibrator, forcing me to clench my anus to hold it in place and prevent it from being expelled.
I felt the glans of my anonymous lover's cock searching for my vaginal opening before sliding into me. I was wet and dilated from my first orgasm, and accepted his penetration easily.
The woman was now kissing my back, shoulders and neck while her husband fucked me from behind. I could not tell if Jim's fingers were still inside her or not.
Every time her husband pushed his cock into me, his abdomen nudged the vibrator, which was sticking out of my ass, and forced ti into me slightly.
It was the strangest sensation I have ever had. With each plunging thrust of his cock deep into my pussy, I was getting fucked in my ass with the vibrator as well. I wondered it he could feel the powerful vibrations through the thin membrane separating my rectum from my vagina.
The simultaneous stimulation of my anus and his large penis in my vagina aroused me beyond words. I started arching my back, pressing myself back to meet his thrusts as my arousal grew. He started plunging into me harder. I could feel his balls slapping up against the back of my thighs.
As the first powerful wave overtook me, he stiffened and pressed deep into me, forcing the vibrator deeper into my bottom with his abdomen as his erection pulsed inside my twat. I knew he was ejaculating, pumping string and strings of his semen deep inside me. I lay there, pressed into the ottoman accepting his sperm.
His wife continued to caress me as her husband pumped my womb full of his seed. It was a surreal experience.
As he withdrew, I felt his semen dripping from my vagina, running down my inner thighs. I tried to clench the vibrator in my ass and hold it in place, but I could not. Very slowly, I could feel it slipping out of my bottom.
Jim grabbed the base of the buzzing dildo that moments before had been buried deep in my rectum, slowly withdrew it from my ass and turned it off. I heard him set the device down on the bricks in front of the fireplace before kneeling behind me.
Jim positioned himself to fuck me doggie style. With the previous occupant's semen serving as a lubricant, Jim slipped right in to my sloppy pussy.
I could hear our guests wrestling with their clothes and getting dressed. They were going to disappear from my life once again without revealing their identity.
I considered asking Jim to remove my blindfold, but I knew he wouldn't do so, so I didn't even ask.
I could barely feel him inside me as he fucked me from behind. I was not going to cum again, my mind was elsewhere. Jim fucked me slowly for several minutes, sliding in and out with ease. The previous occupant had stretched me out.
Before Jim climaxed inside me, I heard the front door unlock and open, and then close. I heard the car doors slam shut and the car start.
Jim's pace quickened and then he stiffened, burying his cock as deep as he could. The series of spasms that rocked through him left no doubt that he was ejaculating in me.
I lay there allowing my husband to add his semen to the sperm cocktail that was swimming inside me already.
My asshole felt strange and sensitive from the vibrator stimulation it had received earlier.
With our anonymous friends gone, Jim untied my wrists, allowing to remove the blindfold. I was temporarily blinded by the light. As my eyes adjusted, I searched around the room for some clue as to the identity of my secret lovers; but I found nothing.
I saw the vibrator that had been in my rectum moments before. It was standing on the bricks. It was white hard plastic. It was perfectly smooth, not at all like the veined red phallic shaped vibrating dildo I had in my nightstand which frequently found its way into my vagina.
It was about seven inches long and less than an inch in diameter.
I was curious how long ago Jim had planned to allow this couple to pleasure my backside.
I blushed deeply at the thought of having a vibrator for my ass. I seemed so wrong. But I cannot deny it, I liked it.
Jim filled our oversized, two person tub. He reclined and after washing my 'parts', I climbed between his legs and rested my head on his muscular chest. We soaked in the warm water for nearly an hour.
While relaxing in the tub, it dawned on me that I had three additional clues as to who my unknown assailants/lovers were. They were married, eliminating a whole host of single suspects. I knew them well enough that Jim was concerned that would recognize their voices. But most importantly, they had called Jim's cell phone and their number would be stored under 'recent calls'. And I knew Jim's password to his phone.
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