Cynthia could not believe she was doing it. She felt so vulnerable, so terribly exposed. Her earlier sexually buzzing excitement had turned to knots of nervous anticipation. Her heart beat heavy in her chest and the blindfold was not feeling so sensual as much now, as more like a bloody nuisance. She could hear her husband's muffled voice in the other room and suddenly she felt an urge to call him and tell him she had changed her mind.
She heard the door to the bedroom door of the hotel suite open and she went stiff. "Oh my God!", "Wow...wow" she heard two male voices say in unison, followed by her husband "I know. Isn't she stunning?". Her heart beat heavy quicker now. Tied to the hotel bed by silk ties, dress only in a tight corset, matching lace panties, stockings, suspenders and heels and all fours, she could not be more exposed.
"Wow, your photos do not do you justice Cynthia" she heard one of the strangers say, closer now. She felt a hand stroke her backside tenderly. "Truly they do not" the voice said as the hand ran down her stockinged thigh and as quickly as her nervous excitement neared dread, it returned back to a growing physical anticipation that she could feel growing as an urge inside. "They do not indeed" she heard a second voice say and felt the bed next to her sag and a hand gently swept her hair aside and stroked her neck, running down to her nape and across her corseted back.
Cynthia's body was electric to the touch and any fears were soon forgotten as the thrill was rising in her chest and as the first hand ran back up her thigh and traced the inside of her fleshy thigh she felt that growing feeling in her pussy and heard herself moan a little.
Even though it was a delicate little moan given the intimacy and intensity of the situation, it was a red flag to (two) proverbial bulls. She felt lips on her neck and hands running to her full breasts and another set of lips on her backside running kisses down towards her inner thighs. Her legs were gently pushed apart a little as the kisses rained down on her backside getting ever closer to her labia, full and wet now and pushing out from her pert ass cheeks, hidden only by a thin veil of lace. Less could be said for her boobs which had been released from her corset and cradled in hands, fingers of which tweaked her hard nipples as the kisses rained on her neck and cheek and met her mouth as she turned her head side ways.
She pulled away gasping as her gusset was pulled to the side and she felt a wet tongue lick her labia folds. She groaned as they went deeper, finding her wetness between and she felt the weight of the bed shift around her arms and then she felt a hardness against her cheek....
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