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over a year ago
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I sat drinking at the kitchen table drinking a cold beer. It must be said that I'm not normally one for beer, vodka is more my thing, but summer had struck with a vengeance and I was hiding from the sun and trying to stay cool. Simon was out visiting some friends and everything was prepared for lunch when he came back. So I sat drinking beer and waiting for him. He had phoned to say he had news but wouldn't say what, and I was intrigued. Why on earth would anybody phone to not tell somebody what he had called about? And then they say that women are illogical.
It wasn't long before I heard the car crunch up the drive and the door slam as he got out. It hadn't been long, but it had been long enough for me to have fruitlessly racked my brains over what he could be on about, and now I was more intrigued than ever.
"Hi honey." He breezed in smiling, looked at my glass, planted a peck on my cheek and kept going. "Pour me a beer please, love, I'm just going to get a quick shower."
"Ok, don't be long." I answered. 'Yes milord', I thought.
He was true to his word though, for only three or four minutes later he was in his bathrobe, sitting himself down at the kitchen table, trying to towel his hair, and pick up a beer all at the same time. After he'd compromised and put down the towel to pick up the beer, he looked at me and smiled again. He could see I was waiting for him to tell me.
"Ok, well the only way to start this is to just start it." I sort of knew what he meant, but wondered even more what he was going to say.
"Do you remember when we were in that wood watching that couple having a sexy lunch hour?"
He looked at me questioningly, so I nodded.
"Do you remember wishing they were watching us as well?"
I nodded again.
"And do you remember that afterwards we talked and said that if we ever got the chance we would have sex with other people deliberately watching?"
I nodded yet again, a bit more enthusiastically this time because I thought I could see where the conversation was heading.
"Well, I've got it arranged." He was grinning from ear to ear.
I looked at him astonished. I really didn't think he'd ever set that up. Yes, I thought he'd go for it if the opportunity came about naturally, but I never expected him to go out and arrange it. There was one question I desperately needed to ask.
"Who with?"
"Ah! Now that's something I'm not at liberty to divulge."
"What? Don't be stupid, I'm bound to find out sooner or later."
"Actually, no you're not."
I looked at Simon open-mouthed. What I'd heard didn't make any sense whatever. Simon could see my confusion and grinned widely.
"Ok, I'll explain. This all stems from a conversation with a man in a bar, and it's a bit complicated, But listen it through?" It was a question rather than a statement, so I nodded, again.
"Ok, he and his wife are thinking of doing just what we're thinking of, that is, of making love in the presence of another couple who are also having sex. The only problem, if it is a problem, is that we know them."
I looked at him still confused. "But surely knowing the people concerned would be a bonus, wouldn't it?"
"Ok, maybe it would to us, but bear with me and you'll understand." If he said 'ok' just once more I reckoned I'd thump him, but I let him go on.
"Right about know he's having much the same conversation with her, and he and I have agreed that if either lady says 'no' then it'll never be mentioned again. Now, he knows that his partner would get very inhibited if someone she knew was watching them because she'd be embarrassed the next time she met them, but she wants to try having someone there. So she really needs it to be a stranger, and to get around that we've agreed that you will wear a blindfold, so that you won't recognise who it is, but will know that someone is there."
"Now wait a minute." I'd heard enough. "That sounds typically a male solution to me. The men get to watch and the women get to perform. You want me to lie there and let you fuck me with another couple watching. Then you get to watch them doing it, but I can't? You can fuck off!"
Then I thought about it for a minute. "So, why doesn't just she wear a blindfold as well to make things fairer?"
"Because we think it would be very, very sexy for you to be exposed and not know who to. Just think about it. Wouldn't you like to lie there making love with me, knowing that another couple are there watching? You wouldn't know who it was, what they were doing, or what effect we were having on them. All you'd know is what you could hear, and I bet you'd lie there trying to interpret every little gasp and groan – and try and figure out who it was. I also bet that you'd get as randy as hell afterwards looking at all our friends and wondering which it was."
I looked at Simon with a massive frown on my face, but in reality, the more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to my submissive side. Yes, it would be a turn on to be displayed to somebody whilst blindfolded. And yes, I would get a kick out of wondering which of my friends I'd heard climaxing next to me. In fact, I was getting a slippery pussy just contemplating the idea.
"All right! If she agrees, I'll do it. But, another time I want to do it again with another couple, in plain sight."
"Done!" Simon was grinning again, too much for my liking. "But before you say yes finally here's what he and I worked out. It'll have to be a here, because you might recognize the other woman's home. And there can be no talking, because you might recognize their voices and it wouldn't be fair for you to chat away when they can't."
"So they're close friends, then?" That seemed fairly obvious now.
"Fairly! But I'm not answering any more questions about them. I know you; you'll try and figure it out."
The next couple of hours went very slowly and in almost total silence as I mulled things over, trying, just as Simon had predicted, to work out who it might be. Then the phone rang and Simon went to answer it. I could hear most of his side of the conversation, but it was too short to give anything away.
He came back and sat down. "Ok, we're on. It's arranged for next Tuesday evening."
I already knew that from what I'd heard, so know all I had to do was find out which of my friends was busy next Tuesday.
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By the time Tuesday came round I was feeling completely outsmarted. They had picked Tuesday because it was the only bloody evening when it seemed nobody was doing anything. I'd rung Kathy, she's a widow so I knew it wouldn't be her, and asked her to ring around our friends pretending she was trying to raise a mythical card school, I didn't tell her why of course, just that Simon had invited surprise guests and I wanted to find out who. Every single person she spoke to was available. I suspected very strongly that Simon had got to them first; I just hope he didn't say why.
It got to be a few minutes before the appointed hour, so we went up to the bedroom where I stripped off and put on the blindfold, and then lay on the bed to wait. I'd wanted to do it this way, just strip off and wait so that two of my friends could walk in and find me like that, naked and waiting, and I can honestly say that I've never had such a feeling of excited trepidation as I did then. There can be nothing like being naked and blindfolded for making you feel vulnerable and helpless. I had no idea how they would react, I just trusted Simon to look after me.
"Remember." He said. "No talking."
"Would you like me to orgasm in sign language?" I asked him with nervous sarcasm, speaking the last words I would say for the next couple of hours.
I heard him moving around, and then I felt him climb on the bed with me, and to my surprise, he took me in his arms. For the next few minutes we held each other and kissed passionately, our arousal held at bay for the moment but our need for mutual support and consent very much to the fore. I was as randy as fuck but scared to death, and I needed Simon to reassure me that everything was ok.
Then the doorbell rang and I knew our guests had arrived. Simon climbed from the bed and went down to answer it. My pussy got slippery.
A couple of minutes elapsed, during which time my throat dried up and my heart tried to hammer its way out of my chest, and then I heard the bedroom door open and soft steps shuffle into the room.
It's true what they say. If you are deprived of one sense you make up for it by an increased acuteness in the others. I couldn't see a thing, but I was aware of two more people in the room from their breathing, even knowing roughly whereabouts they were and how far away. I was also very aware of increased levels of tension and excitement, as if all four of us knew that we were on the edge of a potentially thrilling experience.
I listened intently, picking up the sounds of buttons popping, zips being released and clothing whispering as it was removed. Then the noises stopped and I knew, with absolute certainty, that we were all naked and that everyone else would be eyeing up each others bodies, including mine. Knowing, without seeing, that I was now in a room with three other naked people soon got my heart racing again and I felt my pussy begin to lubricate even more. God, you have no idea just how erotic it felt, scary and embarrassing, but such a fucking turn on.
Then Simon took my hand and pulled upwards as an unmistakable signal for me to stand up. I swung my legs from the bed, unconsciously trying to keep my knees together as if alighting from a car in a short skirt, and then smiled to myself at my own instinctive modesty. As soon as I was upright I felt Simon's hands go to my upper arms from behind me and he walked me slowly and carefully forward a couple of yards, before bringing me to a halt. Releasing my arms, he took hold of my wrist and guided my hand until it rested on a feminine cheek, the unexpected contact bringing home just what we were doing and, to my surprise, making me blush. Then he moved me so that my fingers traced the other person's eyes, proving, I suppose, that she was not wearing a blindfold. Incongruously I noted that she was a little shorter than me, but with roughly the same fringe of hair. He guided my hand lower until it was grazing the skin of her shoulder and then moved on lower still, coming to rest with my palm flat against her breast, proving to me that she was nude. Her breast was full and heavy like mine, and her nipple erect and engorged. So at least I was not the only naked girl, and certainly not the only one feeling aroused. It seemed to me, though perhaps I imagined it, that she deliberately pushed her breast more firmly against my hand, perhaps trying to overcome shyness or maybe feeling pleasure from a woman's touch?
Then he moved me a pace or so to the left and guided my wrist once more. This time I was touching a naked man's chest, his wiry hair and firm pectoral muscles moving under my hand in time with his breathing. My hand was carefully guided down his body until it rested on his hip without touching anything exciting. At least I now knew that there was indeed another couple present and that they were undressed.
"That's all the clues you're getting." He whispered into my ear as he led me back to the bed, backing me up against it until I had to sit down, and then pressing on my shoulders until I got the idea and lay flat. I felt disappointed that he hadn't let my hand go a bit further, even though I knew he shouldn't.
I was still wriggling myself comfortable when I felt the bed give a little as another weight came onto it and another body was making itself comfy. Just for a moment, as she adjusted herself, her knee touched my thigh and her shoulder rested against my arm, fleeting, inconsequential contacts, but they brought home to me just what we were doing, and I suddenly felt twice as horny. Now I wanted, needed, Simon to touch me, play with me and fuck me, in the knowledge that this other girl would see exactly what we were doing. I spread my legs just a little, conscious of sharing the bed but hoping that Simon would take the hint. Then, instinctively I suppose, I reached down and touched my own pussy, spreading my lips and playing softly with my clit. I don't know why I did it, but I just couldn't help it I felt so damn randy. My pussy was running with my juices.
Then I heard a gasp, just a little stifled gasp but loud in the blind silence, from just next to me and I knew the fun had started. I lay for what seemed like ages, waiting to be touched, straining my ears for further signs from beside me, but nothing seemed to be happening and I carried on gently playing.
Perhaps if I'd thought about it I would have realised that my playing with myself was the reason why Simon wasn't. And I have no doubt now that he and the others were watching me, maybe exchanging knowing smiles and waiting to see if I would make myself cum. But the only things that crossed my mind then were the need to be sexy and the pleasure of knowing that an unidentified couple would see me.
Simon must finally have decided he'd watched long enough and it was time to join in, for I suddenly felt his hand on my breast, squeezing and kneading my flesh quite firmly. For a split second I harboured the thought that this might not be Simon's hand, but then his lips found my mouth and we kissed. There was no mistaking Simon's kiss. Simon kisses with his tongue, insinuating it between my lips, probing into my mouth, tasting me and never giving me the chance to properly reciprocate. He was kneeling beside the bed, leaning over to kiss me and my free arm came up behind him, holding him and pulling him down closer. We were locked in a loving and very sexy embrace while all the while he moulded my breast and I played gently with my clit. I can only hope that it looked as good to them as it felt to me.
What the other couple were doing I wasn't sure, but they were certainly engaged in some form of love play. Even as Simon snogged me I could hear the sounds of their kissing, the occasional faint gasp or sigh, and even the sound skin moving on skin and skin sliding over bedclothes. To lie there only inches away and listen is a very sexy experience.
When our kiss ended Simon moved down the bed a little, releasing my breast from his hand so that his mouth might take its place and then sliding his hand down my body, caressing my skin as he went. It felt very nice too, just the feel of my man's hand gliding over my flesh in full view of two of my friends was a turn on, especially as his lips clamped over my nipple and he started sucking hard. It was pretty clear where his hand was headed to, so as it got nearer its target I moved my own hand away to let him touch me.
I let my hand drop onto the bed alongside my hip, but instead of finding bedclothes it found the hand of my companion, the girl lying next to me. In surprise I made to pull my hand away again, but she grabbed my fingers and then, with a little shuffle, manoeuvred us until we were holding hands like a couple of kids. There is something comforting about having someone else's hand in your own, especially in strange situations, and it certainly felt good to me.
I love having Simon play with my clit; he's very good at it and can have me climbing the walls within minutes, and this time the effect was multiplied by the girl's hand holding mine as a constant reminder that we were not in private. Couple that with the randiness I'd felt all day from sheer anticipation and it's no surprise that I climaxed almost immediately.
I think I tried to suppress it out of shyness, because it seemed to take ages to burst. It was like a volcano, you know, building and building, sending out little bursts of smoke and steam until eventually the pressure becomes too much and it erupts sending streams of molten lava? Well, that's how my climax went, making me hotter and hotter, with little shafts of pleasure making me gasp and jerk, until in the end it rolled over me like the lava of the volcano, engulfing me in a torrent of pleasure that had me calling out, my legs held wide and my pelvis lifted from the bed. God, it was so good, made even better by the knowledge going through my head all the time that I was being watched, that it was my first public orgasm. I don't know how the girl next to me coped, because I know I must have squeezed her fingers unmercifully in the heat of my climax, but I was grateful for the contact.
When my hips eventually settled back onto the bed and I lay panting and spent I felt Simon's lips nudge my ear and he whispered with a smile in his voice. "I think you nearly got a round of applause."
I grinned hugely from the implied compliment and mentally checked that my legs were still open. I wanted everyone to see my sopping wet pussy and know that I wanted more. Cumming in front of others is like a drug, you do it once and the buzz it gives makes you want to do it again. One thing was for sure, I wouldn't be shy next time.
Simon still had his hand resting on my thigh, up next to my pussy, and I was hoping he'd play with me again, but his hand moved away. That meant that for a moment the only human contact I had was with the hand still holding mine, and it made me conscious of her fingers tightening on mine. I could tell that she was also on the verge of cumming.
The noises she made when she did cum were strange cries and gasps, obviously deliberately held back in case I recognised the voice, but I could sense a very intense orgasm. Her fingers gripped mine like a vice and I could feel her body rising and falling on the bed next to me. Then her grip slackened, her orgasmic noises stopped and she lay still, her breath panting and ragged.
"Fucking hell, that was..." A sharp 'sshhhh' silenced her momentary lapse, and try as I might, I couldn't place that slightly familiar voice. Damn it, why couldn't I be told?
It was my one regret of the whole time, that I didn't know who was there, but before I had time to voice it this time, I felt Simon's weight lowering itself onto me, and the feel of his big cock seeking entrance to my pussy. Once he had entered me I didn't care who was there, I just wanted them to see my pussy cope with him and to watch him fucking me. Beside me I felt the girl move as if she was sitting up for a better look, and I tried to move my leg on that side to let her see. I've no idea, of course, just what they could see, but I hoped and prayed it was everything. Mentally I had this image of myself with my legs back, my pussy distended by Simon's cock and my arse slick with overflowing juices and pulsing as I know it does when I'm really turned on. And boy was I turned on. This was it; I was actually being fucked while other people watched.
You can have no idea just what a thrill it gave me. It was like experiencing a constant low intensity orgasm, that's the best way I can describe it. Constant thrills and waves of intense excitement went through me, and all the time I listened for some indication that our visitors were indeed watching me get fucked. It was pretty quiet most of the time, I guess they were sitting there spell bound, or at least I hope they were, but there were little whispered 'wows' now and again, each one sending another thrill through my exhibitionistic soul. Before long I was climbing to another orgasm, feeling the fire in my belly and the tingling all through me.
This orgasm just about blew me away, it was the most intense, deep and exhausting climax I have ever enjoyed, and besides that it was one of those rare occasions when I actually squirted, ejaculating my fluids into a little pool on the bed. I couldn't see it of course, but I could sense it, and I heard the other girl exclaim in a whisper that I'd 'come all over the sheet', so I knew what had happened. I didn't know if I should be happy or embarrassed at it, but I was so glad I had squirted for them to see that embarrassment didn't matter.
I expected Darren to carry on fucking me until he came, but as son as I had cum he pulled out, making me think for the moment he was ashamed of my abandoned behaviour. But then he whispered in my ear and I knew it was for an entirely different reason.
"Would you like him to fuck you as well?"
My heart skipped a beat. It was something we'd spoken of often, switching partners with another couple, but I hadn't expected it to happen today. It didn't matter though, I was so hot that I was game for anything that Simon said was ok.
"Yes please, and are you going to fuck her?" I answered quietly but enthusiastically.
"Yes, darling, I'll be right beside you doing the same as you."
"Then let's do it!"
Then the penny suddenly dropped and I suddenly realised that this had been the intention all along.
"Simon, you're a bastard, but I love you anyway." I heard him chuckle as he knew he'd been rumbled.
There was no foreplay because none was needed, I was still soaking wet from Simon fucking me and this man's cock was not in Simon's league. Not that I'm saying he was tiny, it's just that Simon is extra big so everything else is comparatively small. My new lover lay on top of me and his cock entered me as easy as that, but next to me I could hear the girl gasping at either the sight or feel of my Simon's weapon.
I got the distinct impression that my partner was waiting for his wife to accommodate Simon, for he didn't move until I heard a sigh of satisfaction beside me and felt the bed begin to move rhythmically. Now I knew that Simon was lying beside me fucking another girl, and the knowledge gave me a stupendous thrill, especially when my partner began to move and I felt his cock thrusting into me. We were both having sex with other people, but doing it with full consent and in full view, at least in my case, of each other. I wrapped my arms around my new partner and let myself dissolve into pleasure.
As I lay there being fucked by a man I couldn't see I could hear and feel the rhythmic movements of sex taking place right next to me. I could hear Simon's heavy breathing and the little noises of effort as he thrust into his partner, and I could hear her little gasps as his cock rammed into her as well as tiny moans of pleasure, moans that were getting more pronounced all the while. It was so erotic listening to this invisible couple making love while feeling my own unseen lover fucking into me that I couldn't help making pleasure noises of my own.
Then I heard Simon speed up his thrusts and I heard skin slapping against skin, and I knew he was getting close to cumming. His partner was also close, her noises, although muffled, were getting more and more noticeable, which is not surprising with nearly nine inches of solid flesh banging into her pussy, and I got hotter myself listening to them close on a simultaneous orgasm.
Then I heard Simon cry out and I knew that she was receiving spurt on spurt of his fabulous cum, the only instance during the entire time that I felt a pang of jealousy. His cry was followed almost immediately by hers. I know she was trying to keep quiet, but that's easier said than done in the throes of sexual orgasm and I know I heard the word 'yes' repeated several times. God, I knew that voice, but I just couldn't place it. Perhaps when I heard it again after today I would recognise it, and discover who I'd been sharing Simon with, and therefore whose cock was in my pussy right now. I was tempted to rip my blindfold off and take a look, but I managed not to.
For anyone who has never experienced them, two of the most exciting and erotic things that can ever happen to you were happening to me that day, and God, were they making me hot. One is to lie there with a man fucking you and not know who it is. To feel a cock inside your pussy and not know if it is black or white or if its owner is young or old is tremendously exciting, a bit scary, but so exciting, especially when the cock belongs to someone you know, that you're being fucked by someone you're going to meet innocently later on.
The second thrill is listening to a couple making love next to you, knowing that one of them is your partner, knowing exactly what he is doing from the noises he is making and knowing just what the other girl is feeling. I mean, I know what it feels like to have Simon's giant cock thrusting in and out of my pussy and I've got used to his size, but I knew exactly how stretched and full she must have been feeling from his pounding. No wonder she couldn't prevent herself crying out. I could almost feel her delight from across the bed.
But then, with taking so much notice of Simon and his partner, I'd almost missed the fact that my man was ready to cum. I felt him pull back for that final stroke and then he was pumping his cum into me. He was very different to Simon. When Simon came he just held his cock deep inside me and shot his cum right up against my cervix. This man continued to thrust in and out as he came, so that his cum was ejected along the full length of my tunnel, making it all wet and sloppy before he had finished. Then he pulled out and let his slippery cock soften against my belly as he panted and puffed in my ear. I was not over impressed by his technique and I hadn't had another orgasm, but I was so glad that I'd let Simon see me being fucked that I smiled with gratitude at my invisible lover.
For a short while all four of us lay in a tangle on the bed, either recovering from the sex we had just enjoyed or thinking about what had happened. I fell into the second category. It was a thrilling experience that I wanted to repeat, but I was I didn't want this one to be finished yet. I was still hot, still wanting more. My anonymous lover had fucked me good and hard, but compared with Simon he hadn't done the trick and I felt frustrated. That's when Simon let me know that there was more to come by whispering in my ear.
"Just relax, because now you're going to find out why she wants to stay anonymous."
I wondered just what he meant, but before I had chance to think about it I felt two sets of hand grab my ankles and pull my legs wide open.
"What the fuck...?"
"Don't worry, just relax, you'll like it, I promise." Simon spoke calmly and quietly to me and I forced myself to accept what was happening.
My legs were now held so wide apart and pushed back that it was almost painful; it was as if I was waiting for another fucking. God, it must have looked really lewd to everybody, I wish I could have seen them looking.
As far as I could tell both sets of hands holding me were masculine and this was confirmed when two cool and soft little feminine hands were placed on my outstretched thighs to keep them wide, and I began to understand what was going to happen. My legs were being held for her benefit, just in case I didn't like the idea, but actually my heart skipped a beat at the realisation that I was just about to be gone down on by a girl. Far from objecting I loved the idea, but I also loved being forced to offer myself to her.
The first touch of the girl's mouth to my pussy was very light and hesitant, as if she was unsure if she dare. Then I felt her tongue flick across my clit, and I jerked with the unexpected sensation. For a moment or two there was nothing, but then her hands moved from my thighs and I felt her fingers spreading my pussy lips, pushing them wide apart and opening my pussy to her view. I knew without looking that she would now be able to see all of me, even to the point of being able to look into my gaping tunnel. I thrilled to the thought that she could see up inside me and that there was nothing I could do to stop her, and I got an even bigger jolt when a I felt little trickle of cum run from my entrance, knowing that someone I knew was watching it.
I knew the girl had seen the little stream of cum because as I felt it run from my pussy and make its way down to my arsehole I heard a sharp little intake of breath, as if the sight had given her a special buzz. Then I felt her tongue tip return to my pussy and lick along my slit, as if tasting the mixture of cum and pussy juice that was there. It did that again with the tip as if testing the waters, but the next contact was with the flat of the tongue placed full against my arsehole before licking all the way up to my vagina with a gloriously firm pressure. As soon as her tongue reached the end of its journey it was taken away and then I began to understand, she was licking off her husband's cum, collecting it on her tongue as it ran from my hole and taking it into her mouth.
Several times more I felt her tongue travel along my slit, turning me on and giving me a jolt of pure pleasure each time. Then she began to probe into my hole, lapping at the entrance and licking the inside, reaching as far up inside me as she could. Her open mouth was now pressed fully against my pussy, her lips and jaws now taking the place of her fingers in holding my labia open while her tongue explored me, seeking more dollops of his spunk.
Now I understood her hesitance, why she had tentatively touched me with her tongue before firmly and determinedly clamping her mouth onto me. She was no doubt straight and not finding it easy to have a sexual contact with another woman, but deliberately delving for her husband's cum, lapping it from my cunt, licking and searching with her tongue in order to find it. I guessed she had wanted to do this for ages and I was the means of satisfying her fantasy. No wonder she wanted to stay unseen.
When she had retrieved as much cum as she could reach her mouth was taken from my pussy and I felt two fingers dive deep into me. I could hear her breathing heavily and making tiny grunts of pleasure as she explored me with her fingers before hooking the ends and scooping more spunk from right inside me. Then I heard the sounds of licking and sighs of satisfaction as the fluids were transferred to her mouth, before her fingers returned to my cunt.
I'm not sure, but I think the position I was in appealed to my submissive tendencies, because being held open like that for this obviously inexperienced girl was doing wonders for me. The feel of her mouth and her tongue on my pussy licking and lapping, and then her fingers inside my tunnel, was getting me ready to cum. The very thought that she was taking her own husband's cum from inside my body was so kinky that it was bringing me to a climax. I could feel it boiling up inside my pelvis, you know, that little point of heat that starts to expand and intensify until it overflows from your belly and explodes through the rest of your body. I felt myself on the brink and my hips and thighs were starting to go into spasm as my orgasm hovered in the wings.
"Hold me, I'm going to cum." I could feel that it was going to be a strong climax and I knew I would buck and shudder like mad thing. I wanted to make sure I couldn't unintentionally close my legs.
The girl immediately stopped fingering me, perhaps because I'd said I was cumming and she thought I might squirt again, this time over her, but for whatever it made me worried that I might be left frustrated.
"Don't stop, for God's sake don't stop, there's more spunk inside me yet." I didn't know if that was true, but I just didn't want her to stop.
I'll give the girl her due, not only did she put her two fingers back inside me, twisting and turning them in search of the last drops of her husband's cum, but she started to play with my clit with fingers from her other hand, rubbing and flicking it as she helped to bring me to orgasm. And it worked, God, did it work! I came like the proverbial express train, my legs jerking and twitching, my pelvis lifting from the bed, and my hands grabbing at my own breasts in an attempt to satisfy my lust. Christ, but the feeling was intense, wave after wave of pure ecstasy swept over me, until I was just the centre of a ball of pleasure, totally unaware of any world outside of my own heaving, throbbing body.
In the end, when my climax finally subsided my body returned to my control and I lay back exhausted and spent, she leaned back to my pussy and deliberately sucked my oversensitive clit into her mouth, making me jerk with pleasure and surprise, then she gave my legs a little squeeze with each hand as if in thanks, and she was gone.
I don't mean she left the room naked, I mean she was gone from me. I felt the bed lift a little as her weight was removed, and then I heard people getting dressed. All this was done without a word being spoken, then the door opened and they really were gone, the man who had fucked me and the woman who had made me cum, still without me having any idea who they were. If only I could place that voice. I knew I would be thinking about it for days.
Simon came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over and kissing me while untying the blindfold at the same time. Then, blinking like a mole in unaccustomed light, I lay looking up at him, noticing with pleasure that he was still undressed. He looked at me with a wan smile.
"Becky, I know I didn't tell you the whole story, I'm sorry about that, but I wasn't sure what you'd say."
"Simon, I've said it before. I don't want to be asked, I want to be told." How could I be submissive if he kept asking my permission?
"But I didn't know if you'd let him fuck you."
"If you tell me to do it, I'll do it, no matter what it is. Did I try and stop you when you spread me for her?"
"No, you didn't, but by then I knew you were randy enough to accept it."
"For fucks sake, Simon, I'm submissive, my acceptance isn't relevant! I do what you tell me to."
I hoped that was clear enough. Only a few nights ago he had spanked and humiliated me wonderfully, and now he was back to asking me to let someone else have me. He needed a little more self assurance to be a real Dom, but when I remember how little confidence he used to have I guess it was coming slowly. It's just that know and again his assertiveness deserted him.
I changed the subject. "Do I take it that we just realised a fantasy for that couple?"
"Yes, he got a bit d*unk one evening and let slip that she had a thing about wanting to lick his cum out of another woman's hole, and I suddenly wanted to see her do it to you. So that's what started it. And I have to tell you this, I really enjoyed seeing him put it there as well."
"I'm glad you did because it was good, even if you're better." I changed the subject again. "Do we know them very well?" I was still wondering which of my friends I should look at in a new light.
"I can't tell you anything at all, I promised them. But I'll say this; you'd be surprised if you did know, 'cos it's not the sort of woman you would expect."
I still had her voice going around in my head, and I knew that one day I'd figure it out. But I resolved that even when I did, I'd never let on. It would spoil it for us all if I did. What a fabulous sensation it is to be fucked blindfolded by a stranger and never know who did it. The feeling of being 'used' is awesome and any submissive person should try it at least once.
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Another great Story... going to have to work my way through all of them!
