Had a train ran on me while I was blindfolded and I still don’t know who used me [FM]

This has been an unfulfilled fantasy of mine for quite awhile, in fact I’ve talked about it before on reddit, and about a week ago, I finally had it happen and my mind hasn’t stopped racing since!

For those that have followed my stories and posts in the past, my husband and I for a time being were swingers and regularly swapped with a group of couples, but since the pandemic, the group kind of fell apart and I have been craving my slutty gangbang ways dearly the last few months. We’ve tried to be relatively safe and limit our contact with friends and family, so getting gangbanged was completely out of the question. However, I got quite a surprise a few days after Christmas.

Christmas itself was pretty low key. A few normal gift exchanges and I was already a happy wife. A few days later, my husband lets me know that he’s gonna fuck my brains out when he gets back from running his errands, sending me dirty messages all day, getting me hot and turned on. He tells me to get ready when he gets back because he’s been particularly horny and has a few kinky ideas he wants to try with me.

So as he tells me he’s coming back, I whip out the ol’ laptop and start looking at some porn to get me really going. He gets home and we start our sexy festivities. He pulled out a blindfold and tell me to put it on.

This is not anything new, I’ve definitely done blindfolded sex before, so it didn’t seem out of the ordinary. Alright, game on, let’s see what his dirty imagination has whipped up this time, since he’s been talking a big game through his texts. I put on the blindfold and he starts adjusting it so it’s really nice and tight and I can’t really see much at all. He then tells me that he’s got a nice late Christmas present for me and it’s a fantasy that we’ve talked about before during our dirty talk fuck sessions. Now I’m really intrigued. Which one is it?

He tells me that I can say no to it if I’m not feeling up for it, but he’s organized some guys to come over and fuck me and they’re actually already outside. He says the rule is that there is no peeking and I don’t get to know who’s fucking me while it’s happening. Holy fucking shit, this is one of my biggest fantasies. He leaves the room and walks downstairs and I hear the sound of the front door opening. I hear some muffled male voices, but I also hear my husband telling them to stay quiet so I won’t figure out who they are. My heart is pounding out my chest right now.

Some footsteps up the stairs and suddenly, I’m feeling hands on my body. The sounds of clothes hitting the floor and my husband says “Merry Christmas babe” before I feel a tongue on my clit. I feel another set of hands touch my face and guide it towards a cock and the next thing I know, I’ve got a cock in my mouth. I hear my husband’s voice across the room and it’s starting to sink in. Holy shit I’m getting fucking dicked down today and I have no idea who will be doing it.

A total of three different guys who aren’t my husband took turns using my body. One guy came on my face before I sucked his cock clean. One guys dumped his load on my tits and neck and the last guy came deep in my used up pussy.

I haven’t even gotten to the best part, in my opinion. I was told not to take off my blindfold until he said it was okay. When he told me to, I looked around and only saw my husband. No sign of who the guys were. That was part of the fantasy. Three guys came and left, and I don’t get to know who was just here ravaging my body and using me like a good fuck toy. Still horny as fuck, my husband took the pleasure of having me suck him off before he blew his load down my throat, with my body still dripping in mystery cum.

So later, while we’re cleaning up in the shower, I ask him, “Alright, so who was it?” He tells me, “If you really really wanna know, I’ll tell you, but I think it’s hotter if I don’t.” I agreed that that was part of the fantasy and told him I don’t want him to tell me. However, the next few days, I kept just trying to guess and thinking about who it must have been. I feel pretty confident who the first guy was. I’m pretty sure he’s one of our regular swaps, and same with the third guy. I feel like the fucking style, the way their bodies felt, I feel like I know. But the second guy… the second guy, even during the sex, I remember thinking to myself: “Is this someone new? I’m not sure who’s fucking me right now,” but at the time, I thought maybe I’d find out later, so I stopped thinking about it so hard. It’s been driving me crazy and I’ve masturbated multiple times thinking about who mystery man #2 was.

Then, just yesterday, my husband dropped a huge bomb one me and told me something that just drove me absolutely wild with horniness. He confirmed that not everyone I fucked that day had fucked me before, but he DID confirm that it’s someone I know and not a random guy.

That fucking made me feel so fucking slutty, it’s literally hitting one of my biggest kinks. I have no idea who the fuck this guy is, but he knows who I am… Now keep in mind that my slutty life is kept incredibly private and basically none of my friends know about my swinging or my posting on reddit. And now this person knows and I won’t ever know who it is.

Now, every time I am around any guy that I know, my mind will be racing. Does he know? Does he know that I fuck men I’m not married to? Does he know what I look like covered in cum? Does he know that I call myself a cum dumpster during sex? Does he know what it’s like to put his cock in my mouth and what it’s like fucking my body?

I know if I really pressed, my husband would tell me, but it’s oh so much hotter this way and is one of my favorite presents ever.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pgxd0n/had_a_train_ran_on_me_while_i_was_blindfolded_and