The moment I had been thinking about for over a year, and had been actively setting up for four months, had finally arrived.
I looked carefully at Cindy's face, or at least as much of it as I could see around her blindfold, and pressed my dick to her lips.
Her eyes shot open (underneath the blindfold). I could see a wave of tension as it coursed through her entire body. She pulled briefly against the restraints holding her hands above her head. Her head lifted as if to try and look back over her shoulder and see just who it was buried deep in her pussy.
Then, slowly, the tension subsided. Her head came back down. Then her lips found the tip of my cock and engulfed the head.
It had worked. Until that moment, she had had no idea there were two of us.
I had been concerned a minute prior. I had said into the microphone "Move your head to the side of the bed, I want your mouth while Robert fucks you." I could see a slight frown of confusion in her forehead as she tried to envision what I had in mind in keeping the fantasy going. After all, she thought, he's buried between my legs, what can he be doing with my mouth?
For the last year, we had been playing dominance and control games, taking turns being in charge, the other being submissive. To say that we both enjoyed both roles was an understatement.
One night, Cindy had brought out a blindfold and put it on me, "to heighten the sensations from the other senses." It was OK, but it gave me an interesting idea.
A few weeks later, I was on my way to her house, and I called her on the phone. "I'm on my way, but we're starting now. Begin."
"Yes, master."
"You will leave the door unlocked. Go to your bedroom, undress. Put on the penguin, and a sexy thong." The penguin was a favorite toy of ours, a "butterfly" vibrator that is worn over the clit, with a control on a wire. "When I walk in, I want you blindfolded, kneeling on the floor at the end of your bed, facing the door, with your hands behind your neck. Is that clear?"
"I understand."
I got there a short time later, locked the door, and I undressed in the living room. As I walked into the bedroom, she was there exactly as I had ordered.
"What a good slave," I said. "Robert, how do you like my slave?"
"Robert is nodding appreciatively." And so it went, me playing the role of having brought a friend over to see my little slave.
Shortly after that, I walked up to her and put my cock at her lips. She hungrily took me in her mouth.
Afterwards, I asked if she were surprised when she realized I had no clothes on, and she said, no, she could hear me undressing before I came in the room.
So gradually, the idea of the headphones came into my head. I purchased a pair of high quality, lightweight headphones, and together with an MP3 player, and a little extra support to keep the headphones in place, I had a way to remove her hearing from the scene. We had some fun with the selection of the music, and found Ravel's "Bolero", though quite the cliche, was perfect, together with Mussorgsky's "Pictures at an Exhibition."
We played with that, and I considered it a success the day that she jumped involuntarily when I came up behind her and put my hands on her breasts.
But after the initial surprise was through, I found it hard to give her orders while she was wearing the headphones, always lifting them up in order to be heard.
So the next modification was the microphone.
I had a friend who was into CB radio of all things, and I knew he had several devices that added effects to his voice. So I posed a slightly disguised version of the problem to him. He said to bring over the MP3 player and headphones, and he would hook me up.
So now the MP3 player had a small box added to it, and I had a microphone with a switch on a long wire, and could voice-over the music in her headphones. We described the effect as "The voice of god," which fit the scene perfectly.
So for several more weeks, we played out the same scene, and worked on perfecting the fantasy that my fictional friend Robert, and later Robert and Rebecca, and once a group of seven, three men and four women, had accompanied me.
I got fairly good at giving her commands over her headphones, and it wasn't hard to get her to lose track of where I was in the room.
Which all, of course, was leading up to my plan for today.
It took a lot of attention to details. I had even bought a box of "French tickler" condoms, with a variety of ribs and protrusions. We found them largely ineffective, but fun. So when my friend Hal was ready to enter her, the fact that he was wearing a ribbed condom seemed to fit the scene. Hal also had a full beard, as do I.
The only detail I wasn't sure about was that, if Hal happened to be hung like a horse (or, for that matter, a mouse), the plan might require some quick improvisation. As it turned out in fact, his was a bit bigger and longer, but not enough to give everything away.
When we arrived, Hal and I undressed downstairs and walked quietly up to her room and stood in the doorway. Ever obedient, she was naked, kneeling, facing the door. Her legs were spread, hands joined behind her neck. The blindfold was in place, as were the headphones. We could faintly hear the classical music.
Stealthily I edged closer, not wanting to give away our presence through the floor. I reached out and lightly pinched her left nipple. She jumped involuntarily, then she tried to hide her smile.
I took the microphone and said "What a good slave. Just as I ordered. Perfect."
