I walked down stairs with the sole intent of teasing my husband, and telling our visitors we were not up for "cards." When I cracked the front door open there stood Marco and Paulo with one of the girls from the prior night. They immediately apologized and said that the power was out in their part of the villa and they suspected a bad fuse. Unfortunately, the only fuse box in the building was located in our unit. Understanding their plight, I opened the door wide and invited them in, and quickly crossed my arms to cover myself.
I didn't know where the fuse box was, but in my mind I had imagined it in the kitchen or the main floor. So, I was completely caught off guard as they made their way up stairs. Sometimes I can think under pressure and talk my way out of a tough situation. But this was not one of those times. The combination of confusion and deathly embarrassment were certainly to blame. There was simply no way to casually explain or dismiss that my husband was blindfolded and tied up to the chair as these strangers walked into the room.
I hurriedly followed them up the stairs to try and salvage as much of my and my husband's reputation as possible. The three made it just past the doorway to our bedroom when they stopped. Honestly, they were probably as embarrassed as I was. I squeezed past them, and quickly covered my husband's lap with a towel, and began to take his blindfold off as I made my apologies and told them to fix the fuse. Marco opened up a hidden panel, and started checking and flipping fuses.
"That should do it." Marco said as he walked to the window to confirm the lights were on. With a devilish smile Marco said "Sorry about the interruption, we will leave you to enjoy your night. I doubt you'll get bored, but if you do feel free to come down and join us for a swim." By this point I had untied my husband and walked them all to the door, closing it behind them.
The shock and embarrassment had derailed my libido, and I felt like if I let this end our night of fun my husband would be disappointed. I needed a good strong drink to wipe this feeling away and get my pussy back in the mood. My husband made us both a strong cocktail and we sat down on the couch to drink. Of course, my horny pervert of a husband immediately turned the conversation to sex, and said "you really had me going there for a second. I thought you were going to put on one hell of a show for me!"
"Just what did you think I would do? Get on all fours and tell them to fuck my pussy and mouth while you watched?"
"A guy can hope, can't he! I thought maybe you were doing an early Christmas present." He said laughing, and finding himself to be funnier than I did. My drink was kicking in and I was getting horny and playful again. I downed the last sip, and my husband made another round.