When I got there to my surprise I was blind folded…
Ganging up on my Blindfolded Wife
Adam arranges a special party for his adventurous wife.
“Open it,” my husband, Adam, said.
“What is it?” I asked. He placed in front of me a black gift box with a simple pink ribbon tied around it.
I thought something was up.
Adam had told me to meet him at our favourite restaurant for an early dinner. I figured it was some spontaneous date night, because he asked me to wear a nice dress and something sexy underneath.
I’m all for keeping things fresh.
In the box was a peculiar pair of gifts. A black blindfold and a pair of earplugs.
“Bought them off the internet. Apparently, the blindfold uses similar material to blackout curtains so you won’t see a thing. And the ear plugs are so you won’t hear a thing either.”
“And what am I supposed to do with these?”
Adam and I had a colorful sex life. All manner of wild and crazy possibilities were running through my head right then. But it was still fun to hear his ideas.
“You remember that talk we had a few weeks ago? About trying it out with some other guys?”
My throat constricted. “Yes.”
“These are for that. If you decide you want to do it still. You will wear these and we’ll go somewhere after this.”
“Who are we meeting?”
Adam waved a finger at me. “That’s the fun of it, honey. You won’t know.”
I had to be honest, the idea both terrified and intrigued me.
“I’ll be right there every step of the way. I’ll make sure everything is safe. I’m probably giving too much away by saying that you can trust these guys.”
Had to be people we knew. Wait, plural? Did he arrange a gangbang or something?
Adam must’ve read something in my eyes, because he said, “Well? Would you like to go?”
The deep ache between my legs told me what my body wanted. It had been a while since we invited another person in on our bedroom fun. This was too great a temptation to resist.
“Okay.”
After dinner, Adam took me to an out of the way hotel off the motorway, instead of driving us home. He told me to go relax and freshen up in the bathroom; I had over an hour to get ready. I nagged at him to give me more hints about our visitors, but he kept tight-lipped about it.
He also told me if I wanted to change my mind, now was the time to do so.
A while later, the sky had turned dark outside the window. His phone rang, and after a brief one-sided conversation, he hung up.
He handed me the gift box and gave me one more chance to back out. I shook my head, sat on the bed and put the things on.
Instantly, the world turned black and silent. I thought I could hear my heart pounding away, though. The anticipation was killing me.
It wasn’t long before I heard the rapping of the door. It might as well have been a light tap for me. The temperature changed with the door opening and closing and I sensed more than I heard the conversation. I was dying to find out who it was. But I was being a good girl and didn’t care to cheat.
I felt movement around me. A hand took mine, guiding me to the middle of the hotel room. I was being paraded around.
Then someone casually cupped my breast, giving it a good squeeze. I moaned, but I couldn’t hear myself. It couldn’t have been Adam, because they were bear paw sized hands. Fuck, who had hands as big as that? My husband was a tricky one, too. I wouldn’t put it past him to have invited a guy I didn’t know, just to liven things up.
I stood there, letting this stranger feel me up, and some other hands held me by the hips to support me.
Someone then unzipped my dress from behind, then very gently swept the straps off my shoulders. My dress pooled around my feet, and I was almost naked for these mysterious men.
Someone tugged my bra off, a bit more urgently than the other guy. Then, before I knew it, I felt roughness brush against the tender skin of my breasts.
“Fuck,” I cried out.
Two mouths enveloped my nipples, sucking on me. My legs turned to jelly. Losing both my sense of sight and hearing seemed to have heightened everything else, making me acutely aware of how sensitive my nipples are. God, they were so different too, but I loved that. One was slow, nurturing, and took his time to enjoy me. The other one was mashing and grabbing my breast, forcing my nipple into a point, before sucking on it roughly.
I moaned shamelessly, but I was past the point of caring. Then I felt a pair of hands wiggle my panties off. I thought this was it. They were going to take me now. I knew I was soaking wet. God, what the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t even know who they were, but I was so ready for them to fuck me.
As quickly as they assaulted my aching breasts, they were gone.
I was left standing there, all the pleasurable sensations taken from me, wondering what was going to happen next.
I didn’t have to wait for long.
Someone guided me back on the bed. I sat upright in the middle of it, the faint odour of male excitement and heat surrounding me.
One guy was either side of me, groping my ass and tits. Another moan left me as someone cupped my soaking wet pussy. He pushed his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I sucked on them greedily, loving how naughty this all was.
It was heavenly. Not being able to see what was going on, but being touched all over. It was a smorgasbord of tongue and hands on different parts of my body. I was moaning and begging and I didn’t know at what specifically.
Maybe that was the point.
I almost lost it when I felt something soft and velvety brush against my lips. Fingers held the back of my head, urging me forward as the feeling swiped across my lips again, back and forth.
Oh, God.
My tongue delved out, and I tasted the familiar, yet altogether different, salty-sweet taste.
Cock.
I groaned, opening my mouth wider, letting the unknown dick invade my mouth. It tasted different from Adam’s, that much I was certain of.
My hand disappeared between my legs. The act of sucking off a complete random man’s dick made me ache; but someone else got there first, grabbing my pussy roughly, feeling how wet I was.
Again, not my husband, because our years together meant that he knew exactly how to push my buttons, touch me in the most efficient way possible. No, this man was rough, eager and new. I moaned around the fat cock in my mouth.
Fuck, everything was intoxicating. Precum flooded my tongue, which only made me suck harder, eager to draw out more.
I needed more. Needed the gooey prize in his balls.
I felt under the base of this cock and hefted the heavy nuts in my palms. Hairy and full of hot, thick cum.
Hands tightened around my hair, yanking me forward now. The cock stabbed at the back of my mouth, trying to ease down into my throat. I gagged a little, but only because I wasn’t ready.
The pressure eased off immediately. No doubt the man was concerned if he took it too far.
I felt forward and behind the dick fucking me. Nails dug into the man’s meaty ass and I pulled him to me, urging him to keep fucking my mouth like that. He got the message, and the pressure was back on. This time, I relaxed my throat, letting him face-fuck me. Good thing I had plenty of practice.
All of a sudden, the cock swelled and the sharp sting of his nails dug into my hair. I held him tight as a hot torrent of cum blasted down my throat. My nostrils flared, drawing in as much air as I could, while my throat bobbed, gulping down the cum. I was lust-drunk. It had been so long since I’d tasted another man’s cum and now I was spoilt for choice.
I felt him shudder as post-ejaculation sensitivity kicked in, and giggled as he pushed himself off of me. Another pair of hands pushed me down until my back was lying on the bed.
Yeah, this one was Adam, no doubt about it. I felt his hands pry my legs open, exposing my inflamed core to him and everyone else who may be watching me. I knew it was him, because he had a tell. I groaned as I felt his beard brush against my inner thigh, and then his familiar tongue started lapping up my juices and teasing my clit at the top.
I knew his habits. And to make things doubly sure, he liked to run circles over my thigh with his thumb as he held them open.
I cried out, my hips flexing and grinding into my husband’s face as he ate my pussy. Knowing that I was being watched by these strangers, I made a big show of it, running my hands through his hair, moaning like a slut and tugging at my nipples. I imagined them stood around the bed, jerking off over me, which made me even more aroused.
“Cock… Someone fuck me,” I begged, hoping they’d hear me. Adam was too fucking good with his tongue, making sure to swirl around my clit with a steady, constant pressure.
Before I could cum, though, I felt the bed stir. Adam pulled away, making me moan in protest, but he was quickly replaced with someone else.
Strong, thick tree-trunk legs pried my thighs apart. I tried to close them, to get a better feel of those muscular legs, which told me it had to be one of the lads who hit the gym hard. I felt his strength through them.
I felt the guy nuzzle my neck, running his tongue and tasting my sweat. His tongue left a trail of saliva and electrical excitement with it. I licked my lips as his cock grazed and stabbed for my pussy. My hands reached down between us and I took a moment to enjoy the feel of his thick, throbbing member pulsing in my hand.
I wished I could see it. I bet it was a handsome thing.
Instead, I guided it to my cunt. There was a pause, and a shuffling about. Fingers brushed mine, and I felt a synthetic texture.
When I touched his cock again, it was covered in a sheath.
Condom.
I giggled, too far gone to be sensible. So I pinched the condom and ripped it off of him. Before I gave my mysterious fucker a chance to change his mind, I took him and kissed the entrance to my cunt. Find me a man who could resist raw, unprotected pussy, especially when his dick was touching it. Besides, Adam enjoyed watching other men fuck me without protection. I could picture the guys giving him a surprised look. I bet they didn’t know just how depraved his wife was.
I bucked my hips and let him ease himself forward, feel me take him in me. I moaned and licked my lips, savoring every inch of his cock, rubbing against the inner walls of my pussy. He was so fat and juicy.
“Fuck me, hard,” I called out, as I felt the base of his cock rest against my pussy lips.
He did just that. Another pair of hands pulled my arms over my head, holding me down. I felt trapped, unable to escape, as the guy drove his cock hard into me.
“Yes, you fucking bastards,” I cried out. “Give it to me.”
The bed shook from how forceful the guy was. It felt like he was trying to drive his cock as deep as he could. I obliged and hooked my legs around his thick torso.
Hands turned my face to the side, and another cock slapped my cheek, so I opened my mouth and sucked.
Fuck, everything was a blur after that.
The fucking felt relentless. So much so that I blacked out briefly as I came over and over on his dick. And he still fucked me. I felt bad for the guy who wanted a blowjob, because I was moaning most of the time, so it must’ve been sloppy as fuck. A twisted part of me wished I could see myself getting fucked. It must’ve been a real sight, being at the center of all this madness.
Suddenly, the guy slowed and thickened inside me. I felt the telltale swelling of his cock and I moaned. But he didn’t cum inside me, much to my disappointment. Creampies were my thing.
Instead, he pulled out and a moment later, I felt hot cum land on my crotch and pussy lips. Fuck, he was marking me with his cum. Then, just as urgently, I felt someone hold my face to the side. The cock I was sucking on slapped on my lips and nose a few times and then I felt cum splash all over my face. I whimpered and groaned, sticking my tongue out, eager to taste his cum.
My hands were let go, so I reached out for the cock, found it and kissed the tip, sucking on it like I was trying to suck out the last dregs at the bottom of a soda can.
My other hand scooped up the cum all over my pussy and tasted that, too.
God, I was such a cum slut.
As soon as the guy got off me, I was rolled over, pulled up on my knees where another dick took me from behind.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
I barely caught my breath before I was being fucked hard doggy-style. At this point, my brain went numb with pure pleasure. Everything turned into a haze. I was so far gone, I was happy just to open my legs and let anyone who wanted to, to use my pussy.
It was not long before this guy pulled out and came all over my ass cheeks. I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as I felt ropes of hot, sticky cum streak my buttocks.
The night was far from over. But I lost count of who did what with me.
Not once did I take off the blindfold.
It was early morning when I felt the room stir.
I felt someone take off the blindfold, and thankfully my husband had the sense to not turn the light on — I was so used to the darkness by then.
It wasn’t until I pulled out the earplugs before he said anything to me.
“Are you okay?” he asked me.
“Yes.”
It was all that came to mind. I was still in an utter state of disbelief.
It seemed like we were finally alone.
Adam lay me on the bed, and I let him.
“I haven’t had my turn yet,” he said as he eased his cock into my sore pussy.
“Why not?” I breathed.
“I wanted you to enjoy them without me. I wanted to watch it all. And I wanted to wait until the very end before I reclaim you. Fuck.”
He hissed as his dick pushed out other men’s cum. It dribbled around his dick, out of my pussy and down onto the sheets.
“I am a complete mess,” I moaned. “I’m covered in cum and I smell like it.”
“But wasn’t this one of your fantasies?” he grinned.
“You’re right,” I said.
We were silent, as was our custom. I wanted him to be completely focused on fucking me after I was used by other men. Moonlight spilled through the window. Adam’s throat was tight, with his own brand of happiness and satisfaction, as he used his cock to push out their cum. He was cleaning out my pussy until he was ready to fill it with his. I knew he would want me to sleep with his cum inside me tonight.
I played with my clit, aroused from being reclaimed by him. I knew Adam wouldn’t last long. The poor thing must’ve watched for hours as other men took turns fucking me, all with a painful erection. He gripped me as he orgasmed, his cock swelling and dumping his pent up cum into my pussy. I shuddered too, using a mixture of my juices and the cum on me as lube to tease my clit, bringing myself a to gentle, silky smooth orgasm.
Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The romantic thing would’ve been to wash first, but in all honesty, I was too spent and exhausted. Even thinking about getting up was a mammoth task.
I did probe my husband for details the next morning, over room service. To his credit, he kept his word and did not reveal who the guys were.
“All I’ll say is that you know them, interacted with them.”
“Are they married?”
“A few of them, yes.”
I smiled. How exquisitely naughty. A thrum of excitement coursed through me again. From that day onwards, I had a thought in the back of my mind, whether the men I spoke to had fucked me. They’d know, and I wondered if they’d give anything away.
That was a whole different kind of fun.
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When I got there to my surprise I was blind folded…
