Despite bring newly married—by Marital Lease—to two Sex Goddesses, I couldn't fuck all the time and neither could my two new 'leased wives.' They had to help buy and sell houses and condos. I had to putter around in my shop. We had to shop for food and house-related stuff. I took them both out on dates as much as I could, both together and separately, as they wanted.
This afternoon, I was quietly chewing my fingernail down to my first knuckle, because Ling was showing homes in the million-dollar-plus range to a smart, brash older man who, very publicly, wanted a piece of handicapped Chinese ass for his trouble. Janice trued to soothe me, as she told me that this had happened before, and that 'usually,' all Ling had to put out was a kiss and maybe a hand-job.
To take my mind off Ling being deep-fucked in a vacant house by a sex-crazed man (like me), she took me to her home. It was just 4 doors up the street from the office. Leading me with her purse over one shoulder, her red-tipped white cane tap-tapping along the sidewalk and her other hand on my forearm, she led me to her place.
I was being led up the street by a blind woman.
Turning into a wide driveway, I found myself at a converted garage. The front garage door had been replaced by a well-built wall, faced with faux-brick. Janet took me inside by a side door that opened itself with 1-click for a wireless controller. Once inside, a second click closed and locked the door.
This was clearly the home of a totally blind woman who didn't have any guests over at all. The white-painted walls were bare of pictures, posters and knick-knacks. A waist-level 'ledger' wood piece was fixed to all the walls, sort of scuffed but polished by Janice's hands. There wasn't much furniture. What there was of it was screwed down to the wood floor, so it couldn't move. There were no 'partition' walls, to divide the 'rooms'. Just curtains strung on wires, which could be pulled out or retracted at will. The windows were covered with complex designs of colorful, translucent, adhesive plastic, so no one could see in: she, of course, couldn't see out.
The kitchen was minimal. A sink, a microwave, an oven but few cooking implements. Most cooking requires sight, so she mainly did either liquids, TV dinners, pre-prepared foods, raw foods, veggies, or take-out. A built-in refrigerator and a built-in dishwasher. Minimal cabinets.
The bathroom, however, was 3 times as big as usual, with the usual toilet, a sink with an instant-on hot-water attachment, but also a deep bathtub, a separate shower, a small hot-tub (cozy for two) and a two-person sauna. There was no hot-water heater, because everything was an instant-on 'tankless' water heater.
There was no bedroom nor a guest room, either, as Janice pointed out the big futon-style mattress that could be pulled from a cabinet and spread out, then covered with a silk sleep-sack and blankets. Pillows were everywhere, of every garish color (which she couldn't see), but each with a different texture of cloth cover.
There were some pieces of statuette art, but each was well-handled, as Janice pointed out the differing textures and shapes of each piece to me, handing them over for me to touch.
A computer stood in one corner, but the bulky device next to the computer, I was later told, was a text-to-voice reader. There was no printer or monitor, as she couldn't see the display of either. She could choose either headphones or a good stereo speaker-system for audio websites. There was a charging station for her cell-phone but no land-line. She had no TV but did have an AM/FM radio and CD player, for music and audio books.
A low table was next to the folded-out futon-mattress, with a plastic bottle of expensive sex-lube and a 'pocket-rocket' battery-operated vibrator on the table. I looked at both and turned to my lover-wife, who giggled as she asked, "You're looking at the lube, right?"
"Busted," I said. No point in doing useless gestures with my hands, because she couldn't see me being a fool.
"No, you're not 'busted.' I'm your wife. So is Ling, but she's not here right now and I am. I. WANT. YOU! I want you inside my very willing body. Right now. We probably won't need the lube, but just in case, it's here. I like to use the 'rocket' on my tits, nips and clit, just so you know."
"Now, like I said, I'm blind, so I depend more on taste, smell and touch, since I can't use sight. Ling told me she likes to look at you, our husband, naked as you walk toward her, hard cock out, bobbing and swing from side to side. This just before you sink into her. That's OK for Ling, since she can see, but I have to be close enough to touch, taste and smell your lovely cock."
My zipper slid down and her small hand darted into the opening and then into my boxers, as she drew out my rapidly-expanding cock. Dropping to her knees, she managed to get out, "Here comes the taste and smell ... ughmmurph, God, that's BIG ... summlunphed, I'm sucking you ... querrphmmed ... ahhh, you fit nice all the way down my throat, suck you, suck you ... ughmnmnoghmed."
This sucking display, which I watched and felt, went on for a while, and was followed by a display of brazen blind-woman lust as Janice got out of her clothes, using both hands but not releasing my cock from it's vacuumed pleasure.
My God, mouth and throat full of cock, that girl could strip!
With Janice nude, I was equally stripped. Then she lay back, spreading her legs and giving me a 'slut's most blatant position of welcome': legs up in the air, held stiffly, spread wide open. Her hands were held along her flanks, but under her legs, hands on her lower buttocks and long fingers pulling on the flesh around her external pussy lips, pulling each open. She displayed her wide-open womanly parts, which I could see were colored bright scarlet wth blood-engorged sex-lust, and oozing juice and lubricant.
