Alex fastened the last strap tightly around her left wrist and then kissed her softly. Claire flexed against the restraints that ran under the bed to each of her wrists and ankles. There was very little give. He couldn't have tied her down much more tightly if he had tried. She could just about lift her ass off the sheets.
She was naked, apart from a delicate red lace suspender-belt and black stockings (the rest of the expensive and very beautiful lingerie had been tossed somewhere in the bedroom) and of course the blindfold. It was doing its job perfectly, it could have been nighttime for all she could see. The feeling of vulnerability thrilled her. So did the fact she was tied to the bed where she slept with her husband, Stephen, but it wasn't him to whom she was submitting.
She felt Alex's hand on her right thigh and felt his breath on her cheek. His fingers teased her as he started to talk, bringing to life the fantasy she had told him about. It was something that she had created on the dull nights when Stephen rolled onto her for a perfunctory fuck. Alex told her to imagine every detail of the story, to let herself travel there completely.
"Imagine Steve has invited his friends back to your house for drinks after they have been in a bar watching the football. He doesn't tell you they are coming of course, and when they arrive you aren't long out of the shower. You are standing in the kitchen making a drink when they all walk in: your wet hair loosely tied in a pony tail, wearing black shorts that cover barely two inches of your just-shaved thighs, and an undersized white vest-top that clings to you tightly with a neckline that plunges deeply, showing off a lot of your breasts. Rather than hiding, you have to make small-talk for a few minutes and none of the guys really tries to hide the fact that they are admiring every inch of your body. Imagining you naked. You know how the guys talk about each others wives. One night last year, when you were in Phil's house, having drinks for his birthday, Phil had been really drunk and told you how beautiful he thought you were. He also hinted that Steve had sent him a photo of her posing naked.
Alex grazed her clit with his index finger and asked her, "does Steve have photos of you naked?"
"Yes."
"Does he have a video of you sucking his dick?" He pressed a little harder on her clit.
"Yes. Of me sucking him. And of him cumming in my mouth."
Alex pushed a finger inside her pussy. "Of him fucking you?"
"Yes," she answered, followed by a soft moan as his finger slid out of her and back to her clit.
"Does it turn you on? The idea that he might show his friends? That they have all seen you naked, taking his dick? That he might have sent them to Phil? Might have shown them to strangers? Put them on the internet?"
Claire nodded. She had thought about it many times; about his friends thinking about fucking her. Getting themselves off and wishing they were cumming in her mouth. Sometimes when she was playing with herself she was half convinced she would like Steve to upload the video from their honeymoon to Pornhub. So any guy who wanted to could watch her strip out of her white lingerie and let her husband roughly fuck her mouth after she started off giving him a slow, wet blowjob, deep-throating his almost 7 inches. Then later, a little drunk, on her stomach on the beach with the camera pointing in her face while he fucked her ass. She had always said no to anal and told him she had never done it. Then one night on a work trip she had fallen into bed with Dave, her boss, and since he was prepared with a bottle of lube, she let him do it. Twice. With the aid of cialis he fucked her 7 times in 12 hours. Not including blowjobs. On her wedding night, anal in public seemed the way to go. At least one other couple had walked past them while she had been taking it.
Alex's finger was back inside her now and she pushed her head back into the bed. He continued describing her fantasy.
"It turns into a bit of party. You get dragged down to play pool in the basement. Bending over to take your shots half the guys are stood behind you looking at your ass, the other half are stood in front looking down your top: every one of them flirting. Steve doesn't seem remotely concerned when, right in front of you, Phil tells them all about a porn film he has seen with a waitress getting gangbanged on a pool table. You play along and joke that you haven't had enough beers.
When you leave the basement pool-game Phil follows you upstairs. Without anyone else to hear him, he says if all it will take to get you naked on the pool table is a couple more beers he better go and get you one straight away. You both get a drink and end up chatting for a while on the couch in the sitting room. He tells you he likes your outfit and you explain you had just been in the shower. He tells you that he wishes they had gotten back a few minutes earlier then. You know you shouldn't play along but you can't help yourself and you tell him that you know he has seen pictures of you naked anyway. He says that he would rather see you naked in real life, but that it did look like you had a good honeymoon."
Alex was fucking her with two fingers now and she was moving her hips in synch with him.
