I heard the door creak open and muffled sounds from across the room as I pulled against my restraints. I was trying to turn towards the sound, but the straps held me down tight. The blindfold fitted around my head blocked my vision entirely. Everything was pitch black as I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
"Right where I left you."
It was my husband's voice. I imagined him standing over my lingerie-clad body. My arms were securely fastened above my head, my legs strapped down to the corners of the bed holding them slightly open. I felt so powerless, entirely at his mercy with tingles racing up and down my body in anticipation. The same thought kept racing through my mind over and over. I can't believe I let him do this.
I felt his weight shift against the bed. Suddenly his lips were touching mine, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and his hands wandered along my body, caressing my chest and then trailing down towards my waist. I squirmed at his touch, overcome by the darkness and longing for his hands to reach lower, to touch the one spot I can feel his fingers avoiding as they explore the rest of my body. Then he pulled away, and I felt his warm breath on my ear.
"Are you ready?"
I took a moment to steady myself and gently nodded as I said;
"Please... don't stop".
I felt him step off the bed, and walk towards the door. I faintly heard his voice in the background-
"You can come in, she's ready."
My body tightens, did I really just hear that? Is he messing with me? I can't believe I let him tie me up like this... It may just be my imagination but I think I hear another set of footsteps softly entering the now silent room, moving slowly toward the bed. So many thoughts raced through my head. I am trying to fill in the darkness and make sense of what I was hearing. Could I hear two sets of footsteps? Was that one person breathing, or two? My husband has always gotten off on messing with me, but this time felt different. The blindfold bound around my head muffled the noises that my brain was so desperately trying to make sense of. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, I couldn't be sure. I didn't know if we were alone but I did know that I was exposed and totally defenseless. Was my husband still in the room? I know we have spoken about this so many times while making love but would he really bring another person in while I was tied to the bed? Maybe is he just using our recent conversations about acting out some of my fantasies to mess with me? My brain was in overdrive and I couldn't trust any of my senses. The only thing I knew for sure is that my skin felt electric and my pussy was on fire.
My thoughts collapsed back into focus as I felt the weight return to the bed next to me, followed by a soft caress on my cheek. Then he kissed me again, gently this time but trailing off while biting softly at my bottom lip. I recognized the smell and the taste, I felt my body relax. It was my husband, kissing me slowly and delicately. His lips moved away from my mouth and down to my neck, causing all of the hairs along my arms to stand up. I squirmed and tried to pull away, arching my back. I was trying to not be overcome by the sensation but the restraints held me in place as his kisses continued. He worked his way down my neck and onto my chest, tracing the rim of my bra. His tongue ran across the top of my breast, sliding under the edge of my bra and towards my nipples. I felt him release some of the tension on my straps as he worked his hands behind me to remove my bra. The thin lacy material offered little protection before but the air that rushed over my exposed skin felt exhilarating and sent chills down my spine as he pulled the fabric away. He then refocused his attention on my exposed breasts, caressing and sucking his way across my chest when suddenly I felt another weight shift on the bed.
My brain exploded into a panic. I had been so lost in the moment that I completely forgot about my prior sensations. As the static cleared and I sucked in my first breath, another pair of lips kissed 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. Kissing with the excitement of someone experiencing my body for the first time. I had gotten lost in the moment after being so sure at the beginning of the night but now I know that this was not one of my husband's pranks, it was real. Before I knew it I was making out with another man while my husband's tongue traced further down my body. I didn't know what to concentrate on, the lips that felt so different pressed against mine, or my husband's familiar tongue working his way down my waist, along my hips, inching towards my tingling pussy.
His mouth worked its way along my inner thigh. I didn't even realize I was doing it at first but I felt my ass lift up to meet him and he took the opportunity to slide my panties down my legs before ripping them off of me. Desperately I tried to fight against my sense of panic, to calm the tremors racking my body, but I was overwhelmed. I pictured myself, strapped down to the bed, now completely naked with two men over top of me. They could do whatever they wanted to me and it was terrifying. My body screamed out but I didn't make a sound, yanking my head to the side, escaping the kiss. Then I bucked my waist in the air, trying to force them off my body. Immediately everything stopped and there was a calm silence. I felt them both move away, and I was left alone, panting feverishly. My entire body was trembling. I tried to fight the anxiety 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.
