Through our 15 years of marriage we've explored each other's fantasies and live out most of them. My wife's kinks tend to fall into the BDSM arena, primarily bondage and submission. She is constantly coming up with new scenarios to play out, until tonight her favorite episode involved me "breaking in" to our home in the middle of the night, tying her up and blindfolding her and roughly having my way with her. She insisted on attention to details, I wore a stocking mask, I was never to talk, wear different cologne, and pick up some old clothes from the thrift store.
This is our story of the evening she upped the ante. I snuggly tied her hands behind her back with a black silk scarf and stood her in front of the full length mirror to let her soak in her predicament, her rigid nipples thrust out above her shelf bra, thigh highs rose from her stilettos squeezing her toned thighs, her moisture glistened from the nakedness of her most private parts. She looked amazing as her world went dark as I helped her insert the obscured contacts. I've used them many times in my practice to help those with degenerative eye conditions simulate the future effects of their disease and prepare for their inevitable future of blindness while they still have their sight. Once in place objects are visible, but highly blurred, a lack of light increases the condition. I then inserted the silicone ear plugs into each of her ears, she was essentially cut off from the world around her.
The silence almost immediately spun my little actress into action, "Please don't do this, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry".
I would have called her a lying slut if she could have heard me, she would have liked that, but for now her world of silence was even more powerful. I dragged her by her hair to the car, lifting her to her feet by her golden locks when she inevitably stumbled over the obstacles in her path.
The silence as I drove our predetermined route was only broken by her continued pleas intermixed with her recount of her fantasized wayward ways, "You know how I get when I'm drinking, I told him I just wanted a ride home, but when he pulled over and shoved my face into his crotch he was already hard, his cock was so big, so much bigger than yours, I just kind of melted. I wouldn't have cum so many times when he forced himself on me, but his cock just felt so much better. I know I was wrong, but you can't just leave me out there like this, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
As I pulled up to the abandoned gas station my cock was stiff from her tale of infidelity and the pornographic view of the helpless blind play toy my wife had willingly become. I shoved her face onto my hard cock, holding her as she gagged as the head slid into her throat. Her saliva coated my balls as I fucked her convulsing face. I neared the edge far to quickly and reluctantly ripped her from my engorged organ.
I bundled her hair in my hand and drug her from the safety of our car, she begged for mercy, her words were unimportant. The uneven rocky ground only added to her dependency, walking was nearly impossible without me constantly lifting her by the golden bundle in my hand. Her momentary relief as I untied her hands was short lived, I made sure the knot was slightly more snug as I secured her to the corner post of the porch. Her pleas were continuous now, she was close to tears, even as she neared the intense orgasm only this type of extreme play can bring her.
Her fear seemed almost real as I walked to the car, her cries grew louder until she realized they were both pointless and drawing the attention of anyone within ear shot. I looked in all directions before I drove away, the road was dark, no one was around for miles, I was comfortable she'd be safe for a few minutes, unfortunately for her, my blind wife enjoy no such sense of comfort.
I drove slightly farther than I had planned to assure my wife could not hear the car which abandoned her pull from the road and turn off the engine. I opened the trunk and donned the clothing I'd stored there earlier, they smelled of moth balls and body odor, she'd like that. I walked briskly in the night air, fearing the time it took to cover the added distance might insight a bit too much panic for her to enjoy.
I heard her moans before I rounded the last corner, his grunting echoed through the still night, I momentarily froze as the incredible scene appeared before me as the moon lit station came into view.
Even in her sensory deprived state I was sure she knew I was not her attacker. Her orgasms were unending, simply rolling from one crescendo to the next, as he pounded my helpless wife. She cried out as he inflicted one final powerful thrust, he filled her, then he vanished into the darkness.
I instantly wished I had run to her, the knight to her rescue rather the voyeur of her abuse. I crept towards her full of uncertainly, I couldn't even let the word for what I'd watched it happen enter my mind, it was too awful, I was ashamed my hard cock only added to my disgrace. I disgusted myself, even still my cock never wavered. She was panicky as she sensed my approach, she called my name in a unique break of character, still I said nothing. I saw the marks on her neck and breast as I kissed them, she calmed slightly as I did, just enough familiarity to ease her panic I assured myself. There were bite marks on her stomach and legs, evidence of the rough treatment she received before I arrived, I methodically kissed each one. Her pussy was swollen and red from the pounding, her thighs were covered in their juices, more continued to flow from inside her. The opportunity to experience my last unfulfilled fantasy was too overpowering, I tasted the fluid on her inner thighs, tentatively at first, inevitably I was drawn to it's intoxicating source. The taboo of what I was doing sent her over the edge, her spasms flooded my mouth with the remains of her violation, I was stunned as my cock began to pulse without contact, I stroked it with my hand only to complete what had begun spontaneously, powerless to stop myself I pumped my seed on the ground as I licked the last droplets of his from my wife's womb. I backed away slowly at first, my eyes fixed on a memory I'll never forget, as she slumped against the pole she to which she was secured, lost in the euphoria which overwhelmed her.
