Emma lay quietly in the darkness. The blindfold blocked out all the light but her imagination was a riot of colour as she tried to taste, smell and hear any changes in her environment. The door to the bedroom had closed shut over half an hour ago and apart from the distant noise of an occasional car and the sound of her own breathing, all was silent.
Less than an hour before, she had stepped out of the shower and was drying herself before slipping into her black silk nightgown, when she had heard the key turn in the lock. Thom's hands had reached around her waist, undid the sash of the nightgown, letting it fall open and slide off her shoulders.
"It's Friday night, no children, and you should be naked."
Thom turned her around to face him, Emma's naked body in stark contrast to his business suit. He softly cupped the cheeks of her pert ass as she slid his jacket off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. But when her fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt, he stopped her.
"I have other plans for you tonight," and a thrill of anticipation ran through Emma's body.
Thom reached for the briefcase that he had left beside the bed. He opened it and withdrew a scarf of scarlet silk which he knotted behind her head, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to cut out the light. He scooped Emma up and laid her down on the bed. Emma felt him arrange her arms and hands above her head, her legs wide apart - and then felt the padded binding of the restraints ensnare her.
Emma tested the bonds and pushed herself upwards towards him, trying to arch her back and spread her legs even wider, yearning for his unseen cock. She felt him run a finger between the lips of her cunt, opening her up and touching the juice that was already beginning to escape from her lips. Emma gasped as her flesh was delicately split open - being deprived of sight and movement had heightened all her other senses.
"I love that you are always wet for me. I've a surprise planned for you tonight, Sweetheart, but I'm going to give you a chance to say no. I'm going to bring home a friend for the night and I'm going to watch you being fucked. Will you let me do that, Baby?"
Emma blushed and nodded her head. She could hardly speak with the images racing through her head. Being fucked by a stranger was one of her biggest fantasies.
Lying naked on the bed she imagined the stranger's cock, how it would taste and how much cum he would shoot into her. Where would he fuck her - in the mouth, in the cunt, between her large tits? All of the above? Another spasm of lust made her nipples and clit became hard and erect.
Suddenly, back in the present, she heard the door open and the low murmur of voices. They were too far away to discern the words but she heard two sets of footsteps on the wooden floor. One voice was unmistakably her husband's; the other was quieter and softer.
Emma tensed her naked body, bound and helpless, spread out on the sheets like a feast for the stranger. The footsteps stopped next to the bed. She heard a voice that she did not recognize. It was husky with desire.
"Thom, she is even more beautiful and sexy than I imagined".
Emma's cunt exploded at the sound of the woman's voice. Her mind was already in overdrive, flooded with images of what she imagined the woman would do to her- images full of long slim fingers and probing tongues, soft lips and hot soaking cunts.
"Looks like Thom did a good job with the bonds Emma. I hear you are strong. But I will be stronger, Honey." Emma gasped and began to thrash her body against the restraints. To no avail. The woman lifted up her hips and slid a pillow underneath, eliminating what little slack there was in the ropes, stretching Emma's slim body taut.
She placed a fingertip on Emma's cheek, ran it slowly down and then traced the outline of her mouth.
"You have great lips," she whispered, "Made for sucking. I can imagine them wrapped around Thom's cock and covered with his cum. I am going to drench your lips in my juices tonight, Baby. Would you like that? Do you like the way a woman tastes?"
Emma thought back to her one previous opportunity to taste a woman's cunt, after a party in her late 20s. She had regretted turning the woman's hands away from her aroused clit ever since. Tonight was going to be different.
"I would love to taste your cunt you cruel bitch. And yes you would be the first woman I have tasted. And so what?"
Emma heard Thom laugh from the sofa at the side of the bedroom. She could imagine him sprawled comfortably, still wearing his work clothes, sipping a whisky and also drinking in the vision of his wife's body being slowly teased. The thought aroused Emma even more - the thought of being totally on display as her body was fucked by another woman.
