The final chapter of the Sarah chronicles were bittersweet. Won’t bore you with the bad details. Even though we had our down moments, the ending weeks were still fun and exciting to be sure. I was kicked out of my parents home (whole other adventure) and renting a room at some guys 3 bedroom place. My room was on the opposite side of the house so it was perfect for bedroom antics so long as we kept it to a dull roar. My landlord was pretty chill and didn’t care about house-guests so long as I kept vehicles out of the driveway and cleaned up the kitchen after meals.
The adventure and exploration part of our lives was tapped out and we stuck to a routine that worked for us… sort of. Sex was both gratifying and fun still, but the new-car-smell (figuratively speaking) was gone. Ehh, it just wasn't the same as when we started. I mean, Joy the sex slave had moved on and our S&M dungeon club adventure was “mixed-results” at best. Each new thing we tried to introduce to our sessions either ended poorly or mehh reactions. We were in a dry spell and nothing seemed to work. Sarah just stopped caring and that was a bit of a boner killer not to mention we were fighting almost constantly now.
One afternoon while at work, I checked my phone and saw a voice message alert. It was Sarah and she was attempting another apology. “I’m really sorry for being such a downer lately.” Blah blah blah, typical stuff I’d heard from her time and time again. Honestly, I was sick of it. “…anyways, I got a surprise for you when you get home…[CLICK]”. I hung up as I didn’t want to hear any more. So done with her and we hadn’t fucked in weeks. Hey, I never claimed that I wasn’t an asshole during that time of my life.
The clock strikes 6:30 and I punch out to merge onto the parking lot of Southern California traffic. I am numbing myself to radio music thinking about how Sarah and I got so fucked up in during these last months. She was so perfect for me yet emotionally we couldn't be further apart. I completely lacked the skills to handle the temperamental nature she put herself through and I was being dragged along with it. This had to stop. We were killing ourselves and its effects were showing in our job performance and social life.
I remember coming to a decision of how best to end our relationship when I pulled up to the house and noticed the driveway empty (No landlord!) and Sarah’s car conveniently absent. “Yes! house to myself!” She had a key so having her there before I got home was pretty common at that point. I inserted the key and turned the knob to a dark interior. Heaven! I just wanted to be left alone and drown myself into some video games. Not even bothering to turn on the lights, I headed down the dimly lit hallway towards my room. I reached for the handle and noticed a faint light coming from under the door. The fuck? I must have left the light on or something.
I open my door to the single most mind blowing sight I would ever bare witness to in my lifetime. To this day, nothing else has ever compared to the sheer glory of what bestowed upon my eyes when I pushed the door wide. Sarah had managed to surprise me no doubt. The present? her body giftwrapped in such a way that words can hardly do justice. I’ll attempt to explain in intimate detail as the vision is burned into my soul even now. Sarah’s sweat glistened naked form is hunched over my bed on her hands and knees with her ass facing towards me. Upon her head is both a blindfold and my good pair of over-the-ear headphones with music cranked loud enough that I could hear the faint tunes from across the room. She can neither see nor hear me as I entered the room.
The only other article of clothing she has on is an ultra thick ribbon wrapped completely around her waist a few times with the ends reaching back to tie securely around her spread ankles. On top of said ribbon is a huge red bow, the kind you see in those holiday car commercials, and its resting firmly on her back like some perverted fantasy gift. Adding to the visual image are a half dozen or so candles lit all along the sides of the room and setting the mood to sensual romantic. My jaw nearly becomes unhinged from dropping so fast. My gaze is fixed one one of hottest sexual fantasies I never knew I had but now I did.
I further noticed that Sarah has both a butt plug firmly lodged in that perfect ass of hers and a squirming thin dildo wriggling in her pussy. I hadn’t noticed either before because of the dim lighting and the shocking sight of my naked girlfriend presenting herself to me while on my own bed. Time has stopped for me at this moment because every detail is burned into my retinas. When I’m able to function and attempt to move forward, I notice that there is a note attached to a string and its hanging mere inches from my face. I hadn’t noticed it before because it was turned sideways and near invisible from the light. I grab the swinging message and attempt to read it. “I’m really sorry, please accept this sluts body as an apology and token of forgiveness. Fuck me any way you want. I’m all yours!”.
I stared at the note, then at Sarah, then back at the note and then back at Sarah wondering if I was hallucinating some fucked up dream that somehow turned good. I practically tear off my pants, underwear is somewhere down… don’t know how or why or even care at this point. Its out of the way and that’s all that matters. I reach out and place my hand on Sarah’s ass to steady myself and she startles herself by lurching forward in shock. She had no idea I had even entered the room let alone got home from work. “Baby?.. that y.. ehh I hope that’s you”. Upon hearing those words, My near rock hard boner just turned to diamond strength. She didn’t know it was me and only hoped it was. From that moment on, I intentionally made all my movements foreign to her and something couldn’t outright tell it was me.
I wasted no time in climbing on the bed and pulling out the vibrating dildo from her cunt and tossed it aside. I even left it on next to her leg knowing that I always turned it off to save batteries. “Baby?” That unknowing hesitation creeping in her voice. “That is you… right?”. She reaches up to take off the headphones and blindfold but I halt the progress. Grabbing her wrist, I pull it back so she’s at an lopsided angle with one shoulder digging into the bed while the other held up high. Surprisingly, the headphones and blindfold stay on so I lock her wrist behind her back and reach for the other under her torso. Securing the other wrist, I pull it back and attempt to toss the bow off to the side. Not happening as it's attached to the ribbon and the ribbon is wrapped around her stomach a few times.
No problem, I improvise and lift up the middle section of the ribbon and pull each wrist and arm through as I pull the leg sections up closer to her butt. While hard to explain, the ribbons that are still tied to her ankles were now acting like pulleys in keeping her arms secured under the bow. Legs up meant loosened torso ribbons, legs down meant tightening. I just had to keep her legs secured on the bed and her arms were naturally locked down in place. All this has taken place in under a minute or two since I entered the room. My diamond cock was nearly throbbing for some action now and the blood flow to that region was giving me a head rush. Yes, I remember the dizzying feeling as I penetrated my girlfriend in the pussy without a condom. It was worth it as I immediately started pumping and thrusting hard.
Sarah was moaning but her sounds were not just of sexual gratification. There was fear and real panic in her voice. There was a good bet it was me behind her… but then again, maybe it was a burglar, maybe it was my lecherous landlord who had openly flirted with her before. The uncertainty of who was thrusting themselves inside her added to the moment and she was getting off on the idea. I’m pounding her pussy HARD at this point. From the moment I entered to the few minutes that passed until that moment, it was one of the hottest points of my sexual life. It was a role play that was real.. yet not.. yet totally happening.
I want to lie to you all and tell you that the earth shattered from the orgasms we both had. I want to tell you some fictional exaggeration that Sarah blacked out from some mind-numbing climax. Sadly, the truth hurts in that it was one of my worst performance moments I’d ever have. I barely lasted longer than Al Bundy. 30-45 second tops. I have no excuse other than seeing her like this and her giving me this awesome special surprise sent my libido into hyper drive. I all but collapsed on the sexually frustrated Sarah who had been denying herself an orgasm for almost a half hour by that point. She wanted, no, needed to come bad that it was physically painful to her.
She took the blindfold off, needing to see if this really was me who came like a virgin inside her. Sadly, I was a heaving spurting mess as I collapsed onto the bed beside her. Wanting nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep. Sarah however was pissed and attempted to coax my dick back from its deflating flaccid state. For 20 minutes she attempted in vain to get Pepe working again and nothing would make him rise. Not even dirty talk about plunging into her ass could get it functioning.
Eventually Mr Happy rose again and we fucked the night through and Sarah came several times throughout the evening. I couldn’t stop talking about how utterly sexy this whole surprise was Sarah agreed she worked hard at making it special. To this day and countless sex acts later, I have still yet to top that moment for being the single sexiest things I've ever walked in on.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/38n3qp/mf_the_single_hottest_moment_of_my_life_part_4_of
very nice. Surrrprise!!
Hell yeah, hottest shit I’ve ever walked in to.