I was blindfolded, but I could still feel the dimensions of the room, its height, width, the amount of furniture pushed against the walls. My heels made a hollow knock against the hardwood floor as he gently led me to the center of the room.
"Are you cold?" he asked as he brushed his hand up against my bare arm. I shook my head no, barely able to speak.
"But you are shivering?" he asked rather than stated. I smiled...hands tied behind my back, nothing on but a blindfold and thin black panties...how could I not be shivering? I was so excited I thought I would break free of my ropes in the car...I was excited the minute he walked into the kitchen after dropping the children off at a friends house, still dirty from work, hazel eyes up to something. He had thrown a brown grocery bag at me.
"Go upstairs and put this on and come back down." Oh my! How could I not comply?
Inside had been a tight black sweater, silky black underwear and simple but sexy ankle-strap heels. I put everything on and came downstairs. He was standing by the door. I could see the exhaust rising from his truck in the driveway.
"Where are you going??" I asked, annoyed that he'd dress me up and then leave to get smokes.
"We are going someplace together... someplace cool." he smiled and pulled a long thin black cloth from his pocket.
"Turn around" he added. I did and he held the cloth over my eyes and tied it tightly around the back of my head.
"Don't worry. You'll see." I then felt the familiar rub of nylon cord against my wrists as he bound my hands behind my back with expert knots. I was shaking. I was consumed with curiosity and excitement, but a little afraid at what he had in mind as he gently held my arm and led me outside into the cold winter evening, helping me into the passenger seat of his truck.
The ride lasted about 20 minutes, but I felt every bump, stop and curve, trying to mentally navigate in my head where he was driving. Imagining other drivers catching a glimpse of me blindfolded made me hot, and my pussy ached for any meager touch. My mind raced in a million directions...Would he take me to a hotel room for a weekend away? Would he drop me off in the middle of town like this? Would he just bring me back home and do terribly dirty things to me on my livingroom floor?
The truck stopped and he gently led me out, my shoes crunching against fresh snow. I could hear the wind in the trees and the distant hum of an engine...the air was crisp and fresh smelling like balsam fir. We walked up a few wooden steps and then I heard a door open and he led me inside.
This was not my house. I panicked a little. "Ummm, where are we?" I leaned against him.
"Trust me" he replied kissing my cheek."Everything is OK." I took a deep breathe and walked inside.
I was obviously standing in a high-ceilinged room. It echoed. It also smelled of woodsmoke and I could hear a fire crackling somewhere in the room. I could feel the space around me so knew I was in the middle of the room. He untied my hands briefly and removed me sweater.
"Much better." he said. My breasts were exposed to the world, to this big empty strange room. I waited, I shivered, I ached.
Suddenly a touch. His lips on my right nipple. Like an electric shock straight to my clit I moaned and laughed, "Wow!"
The sensory deprivation opened up my nerves and the sensation of his tongue flicking my nipple was intense. He moved to the left one and sucked on it hard, knowing my body after years together. He wrapped one arm around me and held me from falling, supporting me as he teased me, from one breast to the other. He knew what that did to me and I could feel the wetness between my legs, aching and wanting him to slide his fingers inside me. He suddenly stopped.
"Now your nipples are perfect." He rolled them between his fingertips and then stepped away. I gasped.
"Oh no" I said sadly, but smiling. I heard him laugh and then walk away across the room. A creak and scraping of a chair against the floor.
"You look great like that tied up and waiting for sex."
"Well, why don't you do something about it! I can't wait all day." I replied, wanting his hands on me. He laughed and then I heard a click...
A click and a sound of metal and lock and wood...the door. I stiffened. It was quiet again. I could feel him across the room from me and I started to take a step in his direction.
"No." he said. I could tell he was smiling "Trust me. Its ok."
I stopped walking and stood where I was. I heard footsteps on the floor. The air in the room changed. It was a man. I could tell. He stopped behind me and stood still. I stood straight in front of him and the other man, visibly shaking, my nipples hard, my ass barely covered by the panties, a stranger behind me, my husband sitting in a chair mere feet away, not knowing what to do. I felt a touch, a hand, a warm palm against my back. I leaned back into its comfort. He held it there then slowly slid it down my spine and up again, up over both shoulders. Now another hand, two hands moving along my back. I smiled. I was loving it. He was right. It was ok.
"Check her out" he said suddenly. I knew he was watching this scene in front of him. The hands went away and I could feel the other man walking in front of me, then silence. I was exposed, being visually devoured by men I couldn't see. Then movement and lips on my neck. I gasped...tongue on my earlobe sucking, tongue along my lips. I hungrily kissed back but the man seemed intent on doing what he pleased and kept moving his mouth to other parts of my body. His hands found my breasts and he cradled them in his hands as he sucked on my nipples.
