Somewhere in these pages is the story of out first ever threesome, when we shagged the first person not directly involved in our marriage (well I did, really, Rog just generally helped out and fucked me as well), and as you know we decided we liked it and started to meet more people. We used the internet and a couple of swinger sites in particular, meeting couples to begin with then single guys.
We weren’t that sophisticated about the whole thing and never even considered taking pictures, for example, and we discovered that both of us are far more picky about women than I am about men. I tried to be in the beginning, and even now when we’re PLANNING to meet someone, I like him to be young and reasonable looking with a good-size cock and at least an inclination towards the whole hubby watching thing.
But in general I discovered that I can fuck pretty much anyone, especially if I’ve had a bit more Bacardi than usual, or I’m just gagging for a strange cock in me (which does happen, as you know, and can quite rule my thinking for days on end until it’s been taken care of).
So Roger decided (without telling me) that he would combine my new-found willingness to fuck pretty much anything stiff enough to go in with our own curiosity about sex with a complete and total stranger (someone I would never even see) and the fact that I was quite getting to like being tied up and helpless.
So one Saturday night in a hotel in Hertford or somewhere, we started to have a pre-going-out shag, which we sometimes do. Well quite often, to be honest. I’m always excited by the thought of what’s ahead (fucking some fit young man with a big cock) and Roger can’t resist my pussy when it’s wet. Sometimes he just likes to keep feeling for a few seconds fom time to time, and enjoys the wetness my body is making in anticipation of someone else’s cock, and sometimes we go the whole way and have a quick, gentle fuck, which relieves the tension in Roger but increases it in me, because a little fuck just makes me want a big one. And there’s something very horny about grinding against a complete stranger in a nightclub and knowing his fingers are squirming around in a mixture of my wetness and my husband’s spunk.
Anyway, this night, I’d showered and made up and was dressing when Rog decided the sight of me in black hold-ups, clingy white sleeveless T shirt and small, see-through white knickers was too much to bear and he started to test the already-visible wetness (yes I was looking forward to finding some fit young man in a club and he could see the proof through knickers that were already flimsy before we sliced the liner out of the gusset. Which we often do, but that’s a different story, no).
Then he had the bright idea of tying me face down on the bed, wrists and ankles held by assorted scarves, belts and stockings. All improvised, but very effective. I could move a bi, but not much, and as Rog fingered me long and slow I could flex my hips enough to slide myself up and down on his two fingers, but that was about all. And very nice it was too.
Then he decided t would be better if I was blindfolded and couldn’t see him, and we could pretend he was a stranger, and he found another silky scarf of mine which conveniently did the job, more or less, though there were still cracks of light round the edges.
I was just thinking that I didn’t remember packing this scarf (why would I, when it was summer and we were going clubbing, which requires minimum clothing not maximum, when I felt him get off the bed. Then I was sure I heard him open the room door and close it again. I asked if he’d let anyone in but he didn’t say anything, just went back to where he left off, stroking between my legs, where my knickers were now completely soaked and my pussy already open, waiting.
It feels good being touched through wet silky material like that and I luxuriated in the sensations his fingers created, especially when he pushed the material a little deeper into me, separating my lips and just teasing the entrance of my pussy.
He did that for quite a while and I was beginning to feel a bit frustrated, liking it but wanting more, trying to lift myself up towards him, a silent plea for more finger inside me.
Instead he withdrew what pressure there was, grabbed my knickers in one hand, high up on my bum, gathered the material into a narrow strip and worked it up between my lips where his fingers had been, tugging and releasing slowly and steadily. As well as spreading me open it rubbed across my clit with every tug, and I found my bod responding,getting hotter and wetter and more swollen as the sensations started to grow towards climax.
I was already gasping in time with each tug as the wet silk rasped across my clit and now I started to make lots of feeble moaning noises like I do (Rog says its very horny and attractive, and most guys seem to agree with him, because yo all seem to like a lot of squealing and moaning).
Just when I thought I might be about to cum, he stopped the tugging, rearranged my knickers to one side and started stroking my pussy with his fingers, opening me and closing me, sliding between the two halves of me and occasionally flicking my clit with his fingertip.
I remember thinking THAT’S more like it, and feeling my hips begin to pump properly as I got reedy to enjoy my orgasm, and he stopped again. All this time he’d been standing beside the bed, but now he climbed on, between my legs, and then he put one hand either side of me , high up, almost under my arms, and he began to lean forwards and down..
He was so close I could feel his breath on my neck and iImmediately I smelt his aftershave I knew it wasn’t Roger, but though I could turn my head I couldn’t see anything round the edges of the blindfold. Just as I said the who of who are you he touched my pussy with the head of his cock and I just made a sort of whoaing noise and froze. He left it there for a few seconds and then began to rotate his hips so it was circling around between my lips, smearing his wetness into mine, teasing me with his size, tempting me into wanting it.
I tried to slide back towards it, but he was ready and raised himself by the exact same amount, as if he was keeping me balanced on the end of his cock.
I relaxed, and waited, and then he just pressed it in and the very tip of his cock opened me, spreading me wide, filling the entrance but leaving the rest of me feeling very empty.
My hips jerked up towards him – I couldn’t stop them – and he once again straightened his arms and pulled away from me, so he was still only just starting to enter me. I couldn’t hold the position and let myself relax and broke contact as I lay down. He was back immediately, pressing against me, opening me – and this time he slid the whole cock-head into me, like a small hot apple.
I lay still, and he began that rotating the hips thing again, rolling it around just inside me, another marvellous sensation that was just not enough, and made me want more, and more – and more.
But each time I tried to move my hips up and down and slide myself up and down his shaft, he pulled it away. After a while I got the message and lay still, and when he was sure I was waiting, he gave t back. Just the tip, plopping inside me, but then out, slowly and back in, slowly, easing that round wet tip in and out, so slowly and carefully that I was sure I could feel his foreskin rolling and unrolling as it slid between my lips.
I was gasping like someone in the middle of a serious fuck by now, and he’d hardly put more than a couple of inches of it in me and was moving so slowly it was hardly noticeable to anyone watching. But it was VERY noticeable to me, and these slow, slow movements, coupled with the blindfold and the tied wrists and ankles, plus the fact that EAKLLY didn’t know who it was, if it was Rog Pretending or Rog was watching – as soon as I though of him stood beside the bed watching some guy fuck me with just the tip of his cock – that was the picture that sent me over the edge and I started to cum, loud and wild, and I would have thrashed myself up into the air and impaled myself on his cock in the process, but he understood what was happening to me and pinned me to the bed with one fast thrust, and held me there , not moving himself, while I bucked and shouted and squealed until it was all out of my system, my breathing was nearly normal and my pussy had stopped squeezing and gripping the full length of his cock.
Now I KNEW it wasn’t my husband. This was bigger in every way, thicker and longer, and I was full of it as I lay there, pulse fluttering back below 200 beats a minute.
When he thought I was okay, he pulled it out so it was just that round thick head in me, paused, and then began to fuck me briskly, still only using the very end, all the way out, head inside, all the way out, head inside, just flexing his hips in out,, in out, in out faster and faster, spreading me and emptying me, spreading and emptying and maybe Roger told him that the easiest way to make me cum is right after I just have and here it was again, hardly five minutes since the last one, and this time he let me slide back onto t fro the climax, which was absolutely the night thing to do and felt so, sooo good and I pulled and strained against the scarves that tied me down.
When it was over, he started to fuck me with the full length of it, very very slowly, in and out, in and out, smoothly sliding through the wetness, tickling my lips on the way out as well as the way in, no variation ion speed, just in and out, in and out, on and on until I couldn’t think about anything except the next stroke, the steady beat of his warm flesh inside mine and he wads doing it again, and now I was on the way I wanted it faster and faster and he let me do that as much as I could but I was still tied down hard and I couldn’t go any quicker without hurting myself and spoiling his rhythm, so I just had to lei there and take what he was giving me, long and slow and steady and slow and then I was yelling loud enough to be heard back home in Manchester and cumming with huge heaving gasps, a real mindblower that left me limp and wasted on the bed, face in the pillow, pussy still full up with hard cock.
Didn’t know whose, didn’t care whose,, didn’t really care if I never knew. Didn’t know whose, didn’t care whose,, didn’t really care if I never knew. I was just waiting to see what it would do next.
And the answer was simple. He fucked me hard and fast, banging himself in and out like he was trying to rip me in two with his cock and on those fast in strokes when it thudded home with a deep bass note I thought he would do it, or at the least it would come out of my mouth. I was incapable of moving now and just lay there like a rag doll, legs pulled open by the way they were tied, arms likewise, flopping around as he rode me like jockey on a race horse, and here we go again I thought, another sweeping wave of feeling that connected my pussy to my nipples and made my whole body shake as I came and came and came.
My pussy gripped him so hard I thought it would break his cock off, but it was too thick and strong for that, and he just stayed motionless while I wriggled and jerked around on it until it was all over.
Then, when I was still, he started to jerk his cock from the root. I don’t know how, some kind of muscle control, like girls do pelvic floor exercises I guess. Nothing else moved on his body, just this thick cock, spearing me to the bed and twitching softly inside me. That was incredible to feel, because it just went on and on and on – minutes and minutes and minutes, and then I felt him starting to swell up and I realised he was making himself cum with these little tiny movements.
I was yelling encouragement telling him to do it go on and cum now cum inside me now I want your cum and spunk all up inside me, like I do, and he suddenly seemed to hear me and began to fuck like a demented rabbit (or a dog, if you’ve ever seen any of THOSE movies) uncontrollably in and out fester and faster and faster, and then he fell forwards, pushing himself deep and high and I felt the hot warmth of his spunk flooding me high up, and I rose to meet him, urging it deeper and started to cum again..
He lay still for a few minutes and then just pulled out of me in one quick move. he got of the bed, stood beside me, lifted my head by the hair and plopped his cock in my mouth, slimy with a mixture of my juice and his cum, and let me suck him clean and dry.
When I’d finished he stood away from me and I heard him pull on his trousers, I heard the door shut, and the next thing there was another man on the bed between my legs, and another cock slipping into me, and I was being fucked hard and fast. I came believing it was Roger but not knowing, but it was.
He untied me and took the blindfold off, and I was half-disappointed that it was him and not another stranger, and half-relieved to learn tat I was able to recognise him purely by feel. Bit embarrassing, not knowing yr own husband’s cock when it’s in you. But it was exciting too, though not as much as the strange man who’d taken me while I was tied and made me respond to what he did with just his cock, and I immediately had to to shag again, my pussy and mind still burning with the excitement.
I never saw the man Roger let into the room, never heard him speak, and years later I still have no idea who it was.
Being fucked by him was the most erotic experience of my life up to that moment. Tied and unable to change anything, I just came to order and discovered that it was at least as good as if not better than coming when you choose to or need to, and that’s been a feature of our sex adventures ever since. So obviously it wasn’t the last time I was tied, blindfolded and taken by strangers.
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