I heard the door creak open and footsteps enter the room. I struggled against my restraints, trying to turn towards the sound, but the ropes held my wrists tight. The blindfold fitted snugly around my head obscured my vision entirely, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my quivering nerves.
'Right where I left you.'
It was my husband's voice. I imagined him standing over my shaking body. My arms tied securely above my head, my legs also strapped down, wide open. I was powerless to resist him, completely at his mercy. And the same thought kept racing through my mind, over and over. Was this really going to happen?
I felt his weight move onto the bed, and suddenly his mouth was on top of mine, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and his hands wandered along my body, stroking my heaving chest, and down towards my waist. I squirmed at his touch, overcome by the darkness, longing for his hands to reach lower, to touch the moisture I could already feel dripping from my pussy.
Then he pulled away, and I felt his warm breath on my ear.
'Are you ready to do this?'
I gulped, steadied myself, and nodded. 'Let's do it'.
'Good'.
I heard him step off the bed, and walk towards the door.
'You can come in now. She's ready.'
Another set of footsteps echoed around the now silent room, moving slowly towards the bed. My thoughts raced in the darkness as I tried to make sense of what I was hearing. Could I hear two sets of footsteps? Was that one man breathing, or two? My husband delighted in tricking me, but this time felt different. Yet with my sight obscured, and my beating heart thudding in my ears, I couldn't be sure. Was I alone, exposed and defenceless against one man? Or two?
I felt the weight return to the bed next to me, felt a soft caress on my cheek, and then he was kissing me again, gently this time. I recognised the smell and the taste. It was my husband still, kissing me slowly and delicately. His lips moved away from my mouth and down to my neck, causing the hairs to stand up all along my arms and legs, and I squirmed violently, arching my back, overcome by the sensation. But the ropes still held me tight, and his kisses continued, down my neck and onto my chest, tracing the rim of my bra.
Then came the shocking reveal. My husband's tongue was licking at my breast, darting under my bra and towards my nipples, when suddenly there was another pair of lips hungrily kissing me. I gasped, barely able to register what was happening. It was a different taste, a totally different sensation. He was kissing me much harder than my husband had, with the unbridled lust of someone experiencing my body for the first time. This was no idle fantasy, no make believe. It was real. I was making out with another man while my husband's tongue traced further down my body, along my hips and towards my pussy.
His tongue slipped along my inner thigh, onto my panties, against my pulsating clit, and then all at once it was too much. Desperately I tried to fight against the rising panic, to calm the tremors racking my body, but I was overwhelmed. I pictured myself, tied down tightly to the bed, dressed in only a lacy black bra and tiny G-string, with two insatiable, lust-filled men on top of me, doing to me whatever they desired, forcing my legs open, exposing my trembling pussy to their aggressive thrusts, using me like a worthless doll. I screamed noiselessly and yanked my head violently to the side, escaping the feverish kisses, and then bucked my waist in the air, trying to force them off my body. Straight away the embraces stopped. I felt them both move away, and I was left alone, panting furiously, my entire body shaking violently. I tried to fight the terror that was gripping me, to slow my breathing, to stop struggling against the restraints that still held me firmly in place.
Then I heard my husband's voice in my ear.
'Are you okay? Do you want us to stop?'
My thoughts raged as I grappled with the competing desires. With the desire to run, to escape, to break free of my bonds and get as far away as I could. And the desire to let them ravage me, to take me over and over, to fill my dripping pussy with their dicks.