My body shuddered with a small orgasm as my husband's tongue teased my clit. He had two fingers inside my pussy, stroking my g-spot with an experienced touch. He smiled at me, moved up to suck my nipples while he entered me with his hard, eager cock. He groaned as he slipped into me and held a moment. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, falling deep into a private fantasy of my own. I reached down to rub myself as he stroked in and out.
I felt his mouth on my nipple, his cock buried deep in my cunt. It was a comfortable, familiar feeling. I knew this cock. He knew what I liked and how to make me cum, or make me wait. I knew how long he could last and how to make him moan.
***
With my eyes closed, I can imagine someone else sitting in the corner, a stranger, a man, naked, secretly watching us, getting harder and harder as my groans grow louder, watching my husband's shaft as he pulls almost all the way out, my pussy wet, waiting for the plunge, then hearing me sigh as he fills me again.
The man, the stranger, walks toward us quietly, his dick hard and ready. Suddenly, my husband pulls all the way out. His touch vanishes. Cold air on my pussy, clit pulsing, nipples tingling. Where is he? What's happening? Then I feel something new, a cock I've never had before pressing against my lips. He tastes different. I want to reach up and stroke it, but my hands are tied to the bed. I want to see who this is, but I can't remove the blindfold. My lips part hesitantly and he enters.
"Good girl," Ben says, his voice coming from behind my head. "Suck him. Take him all the way in." I've never heard my husband talk that way before.
I open my mouth wide. A hand on my forehead, not my husband's, fingers on my nipple, rolling it, not my husband's fingers. A mouth on the other nipple - that mouth I know. I lick eagerly at the shaft, the salty precum of this stranger's dick on my taste buds. New flavors. Then he pulls away with a groan and I taste a more familiar cock, and I taste myself on it, and I open wide for it and let him fuck my mouth like I know he likes.
The bed dips as someone climbs up between my legs. A tongue enters my throbbing cunt, then fingers. Long fingers.
Something new again. Those fingers leave my pussy and slip slowly, carefully, painfully into my tight ass, my virgin asshole. Nothing has ever been in there before, and he knows it. The pressure builds. I'm not sure if I like this feeling. My head says stop, but the muscles of my ass contract around his fingers and new sensations course through me. I'm about to cum, hard.
***
The spell broke as my husband came inside me and collapsed atop me. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. I'd enjoyed my little fantasy, my secret desire, almost more than I'd enjoyed the comfortable fucking I was used to, the pattern we had perfected. It was nice, and I came almost every time, but it was routine.
"Where were you?" my husband asked, pushing up on his elbows.
"What do you mean?"
"You looked like you were far away. You whispered something."
Oh my God, had it been that obvious that my mind was somewhere else? And what had I said in my fantasy haze? "What did I say?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer.
"I think you said, not in the ass? I wasn't anywhere near your ass, was I?"
"No. Um, I -" How could I admit what was really going on? My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame.
"What?" he asked. His voice was gentle, his curiosity genuine.
"I have a - kind of - a little fantasy," I said.
"Oh really?" He rolled off me and propped himself up on one elbow, idly stroking my nipple. "Can I hear about it?"
I couldn't tell my husband I fantasized about a stranger fucking me. I couldn't admit I wanted to take two men at once. It was so ridiculous. "It's so silly," I said.
"You seemed to enjoy it. Maybe I can help you with it."
I laughed. "I doubt it," I said.
"Why? It might be fun to indulge a fantasy. Spice things up, you know?"
"Okay, well..." I could tell him part of it, at least. "I fantasize about being tied up and blindfolded..."
His eyes widened.
"And not knowing what's going to happen. Having no control."
He breathed faster. "I never knew you had fantasies like that. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's embarrassing," I said. "It's like...like being raped. Why would I want that?"
He smiled and kissed me on the lips and then tongued a nipple. "It's not, because you want it and you trust me," he said. "And lots of women have rape fantasies."
"How do you know?" I was skeptical.
He laughed. "There's a vast database of sexual information out there if you want to look for it," he said. He caught my confused expression. "The internet!"
"Oh, duh." I laughed.
"Do you want me to tie you down and blindfold you? We can try that." I could see his soft cock twitch at the thought. He saw where my eyes were focused.
"Now?" I asked.
"Why not?"
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Why not, indeed? "Oh - um, okay," I said. He grinned at my stammering.
He went to his closet and flipped through unworn sport coats, neatly hung shirts, and rarely-disturbed slacks until he found what he was looking for, an old bathrobe. Or, more specifically, the belt from his old bathrobe. "Do we have others?" he asked. I shrugged. Suddenly, he smiled. "I know," he said, and selected a few neckties from a hook. "I never wear these anyway. Now I'm glad I kept them." His smile became suggestive.
The butterflies grew and I felt my body quiver with anticipation and nervousness. "What -" I croaked. "What about a blindfold?" I whispered.
He opened his shirt drawer and pulled out a ragged long-sleeved shirt. He twirled it between his hands into a long snake, plenty long enough to go around my head. I swallowed hard.
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
I nodded.
"We don't have to."
"No, I - I want to. But I'm nervous. A little."
He came over to the bed, four ties in one hand, the twirled-up shirt in the other. "Sit up," he said.
I complied, and he climbed up behind me. I could feel his dick beginning to harden, pressed up against my back. He kissed my neck, put the ties down beside me, reached around to pinch my nipple. I gasped.
Ever so gently, he gathered my hair until it lay neatly behind my shoulders. "Ready?" he whispered. I swallowed hard again and nodded. He quickly wrapped the twirled-up shirt around my eyes and tied it securely behind my head. Everything was darkness.
My skin pebbled. I could feel every strand of hair on my arms. I couldn't think about anything but what was to come. Every puff of his breath on my shoulders, every brush of his hand on my neck shot through me. My breath quickened. The butterflies grew stronger still.
"Lie back," he whispered, his mouth close to my ear. I quivered and did as I was instructed. He took one of my hands in his and guided it above my head. I didn't resist. The softness of the first tie brushed against my wrist and I jerked my hand away.
"Shh," he said.
"I'm sorry."
"Shh." He took my hand again and guided it back into position. He wrapped the tie around my wrist a few times, then knotted it, not too tightly, but enough that I couldn't slip my hand out. How did he know how to do this?
He must have sensed my concern. "What is it?" he asked, his voice still gentle.
"How do you know how to do this?" I asked. His motions were so practiced, so confident.
"I, er, may have dabbled in this before," he said. I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. "If I'd known you wanted to try it, we could have done this long ago." As he spoke, he tugged on the loose end of the tie, then tied it to the head of the bed. I tested his knots. I couldn't escape.
I squashed down a fleeting thought to use my free hand to push the blindfold off and untie myself. I did want this. I had asked for it and I wanted it. But I was scared. A little. Just a little. The fear was exciting, too. And then it became moot as he began wrapping a second tie around my other wrist, guiding it into position and securing it to the headboard as well.
I was stretched out on the bed, naked, deprived of sight and escape. Totally vulnerable to whatever he decided to do next. I felt a spurt of wetness between my legs, and a moan escaped my lips.
"Shh," he said. "Not yet." He let a finger trail lightly down my chest, between my breasts, down, down. I could feel the line he traced as if it were burned into my skin. He stopped just short of satisfaction, then slid off the bed.
"Now your legs," he said. Hands engulfed one calf. He kissed the bottom of my foot and wrapped a tie around my ankle. He tied it expertly, as he had those around my wrists, and pulled my foot to the side until my legs were spread wide. Then my leg was as immobile as my arms, the other end of the tie knotted securely around the post of the footboard. The other leg received the same treatment.
My cunt was open to whatever he wanted to do. My breasts bobbed up and down with every quick breath I took. I clenched my ass, wondering what was to come. Or cum, I thought with a little giggle.
"Shh." Fingers on my thighs, up, up.
"Please," I thought, "Please, give me something." But he didn't. The fingers disappeared.
"Not yet," he said. He settled between my legs, then leaned forward. The warmth of his body hovering over me nearly sent me over the edge. I was so turned on. I hadn't been this turned on in my whole life. So vulnerable. So helpless.
Finally, lips touched my nipple. He flicked his tongue against my incredibly sensitive nipple and I bucked my hips. How could I be this close when he hadn't even done anything yet?
"Not yet," he said again. His tongue found the other nipple. Then his tongue on one and his fingers on the other, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, just like the stranger in my fantasy. Why hadn't he ever done that before? I groaned, low and long. He sucked my nipple deep into his mouth, hard. The groan became a moan, then a scream.
"Oh my God!" I yelled. I had never yelled during sex before. Where had this man come from? Why didn't I know my husband was so skilled?
He stopped. "Ask for more," he said.
"What?"
"If you want more, ask for it!" he demanded.
"More. Yes, I want more," I whispered.
"Louder!"
"Please! More! Give me more!"
