So here I was, lying in bed, blindfolded, my body on display with about 6 inches of dildo stuck inside my vagina while I was tied spread eagle. Then I heard the door bell. Oh HELL! I called out hubby’s name to see if he was actually there but he never answered. When I heard the door open I really did get scared. The bedroom door opened and I felt the weight of someone sitting next to me as his hands started touching my body. They were gentle at first as if trying to memorize my curves, my lips, neck, erect nipples. Then the hands got more aggressive mauling my body, squeezing my breasts and nipples making them hurt just a little. I heard a zipper near my head slowly being pulled down and the sound of clothing being removed. His hands touched me from different directions as if more than one guy was present.
The dildo had already slipped out when he got between my legs and with no foreplay what-so-ever, shoved his cock balls deep into my pussy! Oh gawd how good that felt. He would thrust only a few times then pull out bringing his wet cock to my lips for me to taste. I would only lick his cock with my juice on it when I was extremely excited so I’m pretty sure he just did that to test me. He did this over and over until I was a quivering, molten mess of wetness between my legs. Eventually he shot his cum inside me. After he unloaded the full amount, he put his mouth close to my ear and quietly whispered “don’t tell your husband what just happened or else”. Oh yes, nice touch. He then got dressed and left the house leaving me still blindfolded for about five more minutes before returning. He came in and asked how I was doing as if nothing just happened, untied me and we made love. If it wasn’t so erotic it would’ve been maddening!
Over time my orgasms were becoming progressively more intense as the sex became more fulfilling. The first time I squirted freaked me out. I thought I’d peed all over the place but yet it was different. I had never heard of such a thing happening but soon I was doing it more often. I felt I was becoming a deviant but pushed the voice aside.
It got to the point where I was again looking forward to fantasy play. We would get XXX videos of bondage where the girl was into pain or being forced to perform for kidnappers and the like. I never wanted this to be real and still don’t today but the fantasy of my body being used like a piece of meat would always get my juices flowing. Actually it still does today.
Hubby wasn’t into forcing me into sex acts or bondage but wanted to give me the experience. So one day, he brought up the subject of me fucking another man of his choosing. One that would be forceful yet respectful. I didn’t say yes but I didn’t refuse it either. My mistake was when hubby asked if I would be willing to take another man if he could take ALL the decisions out of my hands. I had become very submissive with my new found sexual awareness so the twitch between my legs and the tingling of my nipples told me I liked the idea. I was very hesitant about saying anything but my blank stare and dropped jaw told him he had hit a nerve. I don’t remember if I ever did give him a straight answer, but it was enough.