His hands are gentle, but firm as he slowly slides my dress above my hips. I feel his breathing become heavier behind me. For a moment he doesn’t move. He likes what he sees. Softly, he kisses my neck and whispers.
>*“It’s a perfect fit. You look amazing.”*
I smile devilishly. I enjoy playing along with him.
>*“I knew you’d like it. Too bad you won’t be taking it off,” I tease.*
He lets my skirt down and spins me around.
>*“Thank you,” he says.*
His smile is tough to make out in the candle lit room, but his excitement is unmistakable. I drape my arms over his broad shoulders and kiss him deeply.
>*“Anything for you.”*
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>*“Now, what do you have in store for me tonight?” I ask softly.*
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>*“Oh. I think you’ll be pleased,” he answers.*
He instructs me to sit on the bed with my eyes closed then walks off. I’ve been here before. Waiting. Anticipating. I trust him with all of my heart, but at these moments, I can never be one hundred percent sure what he has in store for me.
I hear rustling from across the room. A drawer opens and then closes. He begins walking back towards me.
>*“Remember,” he says. “I’ll be right here with you, ok?”*
I nod, now guessing what game is afoot. He proceeds to carefully slide a blindfold over my head securing it snugly. I open my eyes. Darkness.
>*“Just lay back and relax. I’ll be back in…,” he corrects himself. “We’ll* *be back in a minute,” he chuckles, nervously.*
I hear the door to the bedroom open and then close. I smile as I nestle myself into the comfort of the bed. My mind wanders. What if? What if he really does go through with it this time? The taboo thought warms my insides.
I float my hands across my aroused body, feeling the soft texture of my short dress. He bought me this dress last year for our anniversary. He loved parading me around in it. “Showing off my hot wife,” he’d say. I slide my hand under my skirt to feel this years purchase. Black lace. Crotchless. I love the feeling of that one area being exposed, cool air softly drifting over me. He probably wants to parade me around in these as well. My fingers start to dance. The thought was intriguing, but I could never go through with it.
I wonder which one of my “lovers” he has asked over to pleasure me tonight? Visions flash through my mind. Glistening hard abs, rippling arms, a neatly trimmed beard on a strong jawline. The thoughts are hypnotizing. Maybe I c*ould* go through with it. Maybe it is time to make this a reality. He always tells me that I deserve more.
The door opens. I hear footsteps. My mind, still flirting with taboo possibilities, is certain there are more than one pair of shuffling feet entering the room. I restrain myself from lifting the blindfold to check and decide to just go with it.
>*My husband boasts, “I told you she was beautiful.”*
The bed lowers as someone sits down next to me. A hand rests on my thigh, clenches my flesh briefly then casually glides down my leg below my dress line. This doesn’t feel like my husbands hand. It seems larger. Stronger. My mind is toying with me now. My husband continues.
>*“She’s all yours. She’s been waiting a long time for this, so take your time. Have fun.”*
He’s done this before. Pretending to speak with an anonymous third party.
The hand begins caressing it’s way up my leg. Exploring my trembling body. I reach out to feel for the source, but another hand grasps my arm and pins it to the bed. The message is clear. I am not in control. I shall do as I’m told. Sensing that I’ve given in to his will, both hands navigate the curves of my body. I lurch my back up as he reaches my breasts, begging for his touch. Firmly, he takes them into his grasp. He leans over and carefully takes my left breast into his mouth through my dress. The warmth soothes my desires and my body collapses limply into the bed.
My head is swimming now. My husband has never played like this before. This is a little too real. Too different. Could this be a real stranger touching me? My husband has my complete trust. He would never do this without my permission. Would he?
The hands retreat. He’s getting up from the bed.
>*“You weren’t kidding.” A deep voice states.*
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>*“She’s perfect in every way.”*
A wave of panic washes over me. That is not the voice of my husband. I reach to remove the blindfold, but my hand is thwarted.
>*“You can stop if you like.” My husbands voice whispers. “But trust me, you don’t want to. You do trust me, don’t you?”*
I manage to stutter an affirmative and slowly lower my hand.
>*“Good. That’s good, baby. Now just enjoy yourself. You deserve this.”*
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>*“Your husband showed me pictures of you, and as stunning as they were, none compare to you in the flesh,” the deep voice exclaims.*
I smile nervously, not knowing how to react. Is this really happening? Do I want this? Is this some kind of test?
>*“Stand up for me. I want to see all of you.”*
I do as the deep voice commands and rise up from my marital bed. I feel him move closer to where I stand. Obediently. Willingly.
>*“Turn around.”*
Again, I do as I’m told. His hands methodically pull my hair back over my shoulders as he leans in to kiss my neck. He has done this before. There is no sense of hesitation or nervousness. Soft, light kisses are planted all over my neck and ears as his hands move their way down my body. He slowly lifts my dress up. Instinctively, I raise my arms allowing this mystery man to fully expose me.
I now stand before this stranger in nothing but my lingerie. The lingerie which I jokingly told my husband just moments earlier that he wouldn’t be taking off.
My thoughts wander briefly to my husband before the hands grasp my hips. He draws himself to me. Through his pants I can feel his manhood, already stiff, pulsing against me. He’s big. Oh god he feels huge. He turns me around. Gently, he grabs hold of my hand and places it firmly on his shaft. I grasp him tightly. I stroke the length of his girth up and down. I’ve never held a cock this big. I’m not sure I know how to pleasure one of this size, but my new friend would not give me much time to ponder.
>*“Go ahead. Take it out.”*
I drop to my knees. Nervously I fumble to unbuckle his belt. His loose dress pants drop easily to the floor. I reach around to feel for him, but before I can he directs me to keep my hands by my side.
>*“Open your mouth.”*
I do as I’m told. For what seems like eternity, I wait and then I feel him brush my lips. He traces the perimeter of my mouth with the tip of his rock hard cock. I want to taste him. I want to feel him in me. Most of all I want to please him, but I wait for his instruction.
He laughs as he realizes how badly I yearn to taste him.
>*“Go ahead, baby. Wrap your lips around me.”*
I bring both of my hands up to his shaft and begin to stroke him slowly. He’s throbbing between my fingers. My thoughts drift to my husband. He hasn’t made a sound, but he must be watching. The stranger places his hand on my head, gently urging me forward. He’s ready. He wants this. I want this. My husband wants this. My lips quiver. There is no going back now. I imagine my husband. I imagine he’s smiling. I hope he is. I love him. He deserves this.
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Well, don’t stop now. It was getting interesting.