Her heart was racing. Her eyesight may have been obscured by the silk blindfold, but every other sense raced. Her hearing attuned to every slight noise. She felt so incredibly vulnerable. Her hands bound by the silk ties to the bed she could only freely move her legs. She had felt so sexy earlier, her heels, stockings, suspenders and lingerie had made her feel so sexy. The champagne had emboldened her. Why did he have to leave the suite? After 19 years of marriage John was normally pretty thoughtful....he was too damn excited she reasoned. She had been so sure of wanting this before. Their lovemaking had become so intensely lustful as the topic grew, from something he had gingerly discussed, to something they both enthusiastically fantasizes about during love making...but now tied up, alone, exposed....
She heard the door of the apartment open. "Plenty of ice Honey" and she heard him chuckle followed by the intense cold of ice on her nipple through her bodice. "John, maybe we rushed...". She was cut short by a knock at the door. Before she had time to gasp, her husbands lips were against hers "Stop worrying Victoria, enjoy yourself". And he was gone.
She heard muffled voices from the next room. A million thoughts of doubt raced through her mind, but she could not dispel as well the excitement, the rising of her breasts, the flush of feeling that raced to her womanhood. She heard the door creak open. "Wow". "fuck" were the two words she heard and not from the same guy she realized. She froze in disbelief. Two? They had fantasizes of course, but this was the first time....
Her thoughts were cut short by a hand running up her stockinged leg. "wow. John, your wife is stunning. Stunning". Her skin tingled at the feeling of another man's hand upon her - the first in 20 years. "indeed she is" replied another as a hand stroked the fabric of her bodice around her waist, teasing a line under her boobs. "isn't she?" she heard John reply "and she is yours to do anything with, aren't you Vic'". "aren't you Victoria" she heard him say firmly now, rancour almost in his voice. "Yes....." she stammered "...anything". John was a polite respectful man for the most, but they had often enjoyed a slightly dom/sub role in the bedroom at times and she recognized her husbands stubborn insistence.
It was a red flag to a bull, or two more to the point. Suddenly the hands that caressed her legs were tracing the gusset of her silk panties and the others were roughly fondling her boobs. She gasped at the urgency and her surprise at her own wetness as fingers found the lips of her wet pussy, tracing the folds now, finding her lit, rubbing with an almost brutal disregard. Her mind ran a hundred miles an hour of the vision of herself, in lingerie, bound and blindfolded, her tits being rudely sucked now and her pussy fingered by two young guys she had never met. The vision turned her on as much as the feeling. Their smell. Her own smell of sex and wanting now vivid to her. Breath upon hers, a vague smell of aftershave as lips pressed on hers and a tongue forced inside. "fuck" she heard herself gasp as a tongue found her folds, licking her wet lips. "you love it don't you" the guy said as he pulled away. "you do love cock don't you?". She was normally a respectable lady, a successful businesswoman and mother used to being respected, but she found herself nodding. "honey, be a good girl and answer the man" she heard John say. Fuck it, she thought there's no going back now. "yes I do. I do love cock and I wants yours inside me" she heard herself say. She had barely finished the sentence when something pressed against her lips. She used her tongue to feel what she knew was there, running it around a big bulbous helmet, wet with pre-cum. "fuck" she heard her husband gasp as she arched her neck running her tongue along the thick long length....
As seems to be the tradition of story telling on Fabs....should I continue? |
