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  “I’m going to release that arm. Keep your hand wrapped around my dick. You know how I like it.” Sophie nodded, refusing to let him go for even a moment. Wrist free she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and deep throated him until she gagged. Using a mixture of pre-cum and saliva she let him slide all the way out, pursed her lips over the head of his cock and sucked deep again. She kept up the slow sucking, free hand tightly holding the base of his cock when her mouth wasn’t on it. Her efforts were rewarded with increasingly ragged breathing. If her mouth hadn’t been full she would have smiled.

  The left side of the bed dipped, lips closed around a nipple, sucking hard. A masterpiece of pleasure pain. Her other breast was cupped, that nipple rolled between slightly calloused fingers. Sophie moaned low in her throat causing her husband to groan and tighten the fingers in her hair.

  “Damn baby, I miss this.” His hand now guided her, pulling her mouth deeper and faster on him. A slim trail of moisture trickled down her chin to her neck. The hand massaging her breast slid down her belly, fingers parted her folds and rubbed purposefully over her clit. She opened her mouth and let out a soft cry briefly losing contact with Nolan’s cock. He corrected her by threading his second hand through her hair allowing her no freedom of movement. Lips worked their way to her other breast, sucking and biting and nibbling, fingers moved from her clit down to her opening and thrust inside. Sophie bucked her hips and had to consciously remind herself not to bite down on the cock in her mouth, the sensations were just too much. Slowly the finger thrust in and out pausing once in a while to circle her rim before entering her again. She mimicked the movement with her mouth, sucking the cock in and gradually letting it glide back out. Deep suck all the way down to the back of her throat and slowly out again. She could feel wetness gliding down to the base of his shaft, coating Nolan’s balls and her hand, she began to gently stroke his cock while she sucked. Her husband grabbed the back of her head and began to thrust into her mouth controlling the movement fully now, making her take him deeper and deeper. Sophie was having trouble taking it all in, gagging slightly when he bottomed out in her throat. The finger fucking her pussy slid up and lazily circled her clit, teeth nipped at her breasts, first one then the other, back and forth and that finger circled endlessly, over and over her clit and she knew it wouldn’t be but another second before she came again. She tore her mouth away as the orgasm surged through her, the pain of her hair being pulled only added to the intensity. Nolan’s cock popped free, she tipped her head back moaning her release ‘fuck yes, fuck yes!’ He didn’t let her go completely, he clamped his hand over hers and continued to stroke his cock using both of their hands. And for the first time, with her eyes blindfolded and her movements restricted, Sophie was able to fully explore and appreciate the details of her husband’s cock. She ran her hand over the thick ridge of his head using her thumb to capture pre-cum, her fingers trailed the length of him over the thick bulge of vein wrapped around the top of his dick to the super soft skin on the underside. He sped up the rhythm, their hands meeting with one another while they moved, his breathing grew harsh, labored. His hand clamped on hers almost to the point of pain, he shouted “Jesus, fuck me!” Hot cum squirted onto her chin, down her neck and over her breasts. He continued to pump his hips, their moist hands remained intertwined around his softening cock. Nolan’s breathing quieted, she felt him kneel on the side of the bed.

  “That has to be the best fucking hand job I’ve ever had.” He kissed her forehead. Sophie laughed.

  “What’s so funny about that?” Nolan asked.

  “Not that. We have to improve our vocabulary.”

  “Vocabulary be damned, when I’m about to cum all over those lovely tits there’s no thinking involved. Just…need.”

  “Let’s get you cleaned up, you’ve got work to do. We’ve been terrible hosts and neglected our guest.” Sophie refrained from reminding him that being tied to a bed severely limited her hostessing abilities, she knew in this situation such sassiness might mean getting her ass smacked. She wasn’t ready for that…yet. With a final kiss on each thigh the stranger moved from his position between her legs, she felt the bed dip as he rose.

  “Watching you two cum together was worth the price of admission, Nolan. She is breathtaking in orgasm. Doesn’t hold back, does she?”

  “She has never been shy about the fact that she likes me to go down on her. Even if she’s pissed at me…. it’s her kryptonite.” Sophie could tell Nolan was grinning when he said this. She shook her head, unnoticed, against the bed. Some non-feminist cave woman part of her she hadn’t realized she had, took delight in the way they talked about her as if she were just a possession. As if she were a pet trained to please. She knew outside the bedroom this would have pissed her off, but here it seemed proper. Here it seemed right.

  There was the sound of water running, moments later a warm cloth was wiping over her chin and throat. Make It Rain by Ed Sheeran started playing. The stark sexuality of the music called to her, recreating urges she had just satisfied. When the washcloth ran over her lips, the texture made them tingle almost to the point of vibrating. The same fingers that had just brought her to another orgasm slid across her lips, circled their fullness, once, twice, then paused. Sophie obliged and opened her mouth like the good girl she was. A thumb slid in, she used her tongue to lightly caress the pad, then nipped at it with her teeth.

  Suddenly more than anything she wanted to kiss the owner of that hand “What’s your name?”

  “Call me Ren.” Sophie didn’t miss the careful phrasing. Ren wasn’t really his name; they were trying to keep him ‘unidentified’. He was someone Sophie had met before and would probably see again in the future. She didn’t mind the secrecy; his identity was not on her list of priorities right now.

  “Ren.” She repeated testing the name out loud. “Kiss me…. Please?”

  There was no reply, just a mouth firm but soft on hers, pressing. He used his lips to open hers but didn’t plunge his tongue into her mouth right away, he gently sucked on her lower lip, teeth grazing; followed by a tentative foray of tongue which she eagerly met. She opened her mouth wider and used her one free hand to cup the back of his head and press him closer. At least now she knew he had hair, thick hair, cut a little longer than the norm these days. Their mouths met again and again. He sucked her bottom lip, her top lip, gently clamped his teeth around her tongue and she met him move for move. He captured her face between his hands and pressed her back against the bed, turning her this way and that so he could change the angle of the kiss. He laid his full length against her, not taking much weight in his arms, allowing Sophie to feel him. He was taller than her husband, lean but muscled like a runner. She moved the hand grasping his hair over his shoulder, down his back until she could reach no further. She squeezed a tight ass cheek, pushing him harder into her. The fullness of his dick made her realize she had yet to be fucked and damn did she need to have her pussy filled. It was insane the sudden out of control need she had to be filled by a hard cock. One hand reached down to play with her nipple. Sophie thought about her husband watching the exchange and unconsciously spread her legs wider. She thought there was no way she could have another orgasm, no possible way. Her body thought otherwise.

  “Are you ready to be fucked Sophie? Are you ready to have that tight little pussy filled?” More than anything Sophie was ready to be fucked. But….

  “Untie me. I want, no I need, to be able to touch both of you. I promise I won’t touch the blindfold.” Whatever reason they had for keeping this man’s identity a secret mattered not to Sophie. The fact that he was a good enough sport to go along with this crazy scheme and that her husband trusted him enough to invite him was good enough for her, she wasn’t going to ruin this incredible day with pointless curiosity. In fact, the thought that she could be in the company of this man once they were out in the real world, at an industry dinner or cocktail party, maybe passing in a grocery store and have no idea that
that was the man who’d given her such wonderful pleasure, ratcheted up her lust a few more notches.

  “Are you okay with that?” he asked Nolan.

  “Yes.” Nolan replied startling Sophie with his closeness. Somehow she had been picturing him watching from across the room.

  Ren rose from her side and soon fingers were tugging at the restraint on her wrist, in a few seconds it fell free. Nolan did the same with the ones on her ankles. Sophie took a moment to rotate the stiffening joints and get her circulation moving again. Suddenly unrestrained, lying nude and spread on the bed, Sophie felt shy. She closed her legs and had to coach herself not to use her arms to cover her breasts. Before, when she was tied up, she had no choice but to listen to commands and follow their lead. Now free to move and act on her own she felt lost, untethered, a helium balloon let adrift from careless hand. She wasn’t left to flounder for long.

  “Stand up.” Ren’s voice was firm leaving no room for indecision. Sophie rose on trembling legs, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm. The hardwood was cool on her bare feet.

  “Come forward a couple of steps.” Her pulse quickened, tap-tap-tapping nervously in her throat. This was so different from lying submissive on the bed. “Now turn in a slow circle for me.” She straightened her shoulders, shook her hair down her back and turned slowly. She had no idea what or whom she was facing as she slowly turned but turn she did, as gracefully as possible shaky legged and blindfolded. “That’s a good girl, very nice. You can stop now.” Her body quivered. It took considerable effort to keep her hands from clinching into nervous fists at her side. “You have a beautiful ass. Have you fucked her ass yet Nolan?”

  “No, that’s something we haven’t done yet. She’s been a little…… hesitant, to say the least.” Nolan’s hoarse voice sounded off to her left, not too far away but far enough to let Sophie know that he was giving the reins over to this stranger. Her husband, the known entity in this new game, had given up control. Sophie gave an involuntary whimper. Ren chuckled.

  “We’ll save that for next time.” He had mistaken the cause of her distress. She bit back another whimper. Next time?

  “I want you to bend over and rest your hands on the bed, it’s right in front of you.” She hesitated, the image of her naked ass posed so graphically in front of this stranger seared in her head. She didn’t have a nice ass, it wasn’t full and round and plump like what was in all the magazines these days. It was on the smaller side, firm from working out and though not flat she was definitely not bootylicious.

  “Sophie….” Nolan drew out her name and she obediently bent over and placed her hands on the edge of the bed, she could fill a flush creeping across her chest and up her neck. When a hand cupped the curve of her right cheek she flinched.

  “So skittish all of a sudden? We’ll have you over that in no time.” A mouth replaced the hand, lips open, sucking. She felt the graze of teeth. As the sucking pressure increased, the pleasure turned to an erotic pain, teeth bit harder, Sophie found her hand drifting towards her pussy. She parted the slick folds and flicked a finger across her clit. With a sharp nip, the mouth abruptly left her ass cheek. Sophie smiled. She was going to have a reminder of Ren for several days to come. His hot tongue traveled down and traced the sensitive crease that delineated the top of her thigh from her cheek. He slid his hand up her inner thigh, circled her opening with a finger before plunging it inside her. Sophie moaned.

  “You like that?” He withdrew and plunged it in again.

  “Yes, but please, fuck me. I want your cock.” Her fingers never stopped working her clit.

  “Nolan, your wife seems to have too much time on her hands. Look at her, playing with her clit and telling me what to do. Why don’t you come over here and occupy her with your dick in that pretty mouth?”

  “That is a great idea.” Sophie didn’t know whether to scowl or smile at the eagerness in his voice.

  Her hand was forced to leave her clit to steady herself when the bed dipped beneath Nolan’s weight. The mouth playing with her ass gave her one last bite on her left cheek before it disappeared. Muscled thighs pressed against the back of her slender legs. Sophie’s breath hitched, a thick cock melded into the cleft of her buttocks, hard and so very hot. Her pussy throbbed with the rhythm of her pulse, God she wanted that dick in her, buried deep in her right now, right this very minute. He shifted his hips back, allowing his dick to rest between her thighs, back-and-forth he rubbed the tip of his cock between the folds. Forward to tease her clit and then, resting briefly against the entrance to her cunt and then forward again. He repeated this motion until she was moaning and pushing back against him; wanting more than anything to shout ‘just shove it in me already, just fucking fuck me!’ But she kept quiet, twisting her hands in the sheets to keep from reaching back, grabbing his ass and trying to force him to thrust into her. And then she felt it, the head of his cock push past her tight opening, one hand curved around her shoulder anchoring her to him one hand curved around her hips guiding her movements. In one thrust he was inside deep inside, all the way to the hilt. She squealed, she couldn’t help it, he was thick, hot and hard, his girth stretching her in ways she was not familiar. She was impaled on an impossibly fat cock, stretched up on her tip toes, gripping the sheets for all she was worth. She had her face buried in the mattress when she felt fingers thread through her hair raising her head none too gently. The hot head of her husband’s dick prodded first at her cheek and then at her mouth which she dutifully opened. The length of him slid into the back of her throat, no gentle teasing this time.

  There was no time to adjust to the feeling of a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy at the same time before the cock in her cunt started its slow deep rhythm. Sophie moaned around the mouthful she had; felt her husband’s hands grip her hair tighter as the vibrations in her throat played out along the length of his dick. Ren’s dick wasn’t as long as her husband’s but it was impossibly thick, hitting places previously left untouched. She felt impossibly full, open and stretched in a way that crossed that mysterious border of pleasure and pain.

  She couldn’t contain her moans, guttural and raw as they were coming from around the dick in her mouth, so she let them fly. Giving in to the raw base creature every woman-every person-had at their core though few ever got to experience. Ren’s hand left her shoulder and wrapped around her other hip, gone were the smooth calculated thrusts. Now he was pounding, now he was fucking her. She could feel his hands tremble, his breathing had turned deep and hoarse. He thrust against her so hard she felt her toes leave the floor on impact and still her cunt stretched around him, wet, open, asking for more.

  She tried to pull her mouth away from Nolan’s dick so she could cry out, to voice her pleasure, to beg for Ren to never fucking stop, but Nolan refused to let her go this time. He kept his hands fisted in her hair guiding her mouth in and out, up and down. Her saliva mixed with his pre-cum providing plenty of lubrication. The sound of her slurping Nolan’s cock blended with the solid slap of Ren’s balls against her, creating music that drowned out all sound from the Bose.

  Sophie gagged, tears filled her eyes, she couldn’t get enough oxygen. She was sad thinking she was going to have to come up for air. Going to have to break the spell. Then she felt it. That initial tingle that signaled the start of her orgasm. And she was afraid. Afraid she might pass out; afraid she might accidentally bite her husband’s dick as the wildness of this orgasm hit her. Then it struck, strong waves from her belly to her pussy. Pulsing, surging in her pelvis and deep down like something tightly coiled abruptly sprung loose. She ground her hips back against the cock fucking her; as she moaned out her orgasm her throat opened and her husband was able to thrust even deeper. She felt him orgasm; thick, hot spurts coated the back of her throat and there was nothing that she could do but swallow and moan, swallow and moan.

  Ren’s hands tightened around her hips, a grip she knew would leave bruises tomorrow. She felt him cumming, distinct bursts deep ins
ide, felt his cock spasm. He thrust once, twice, three times and then stilled. “Fuck me you’re tight!” She clamped her pussy around him, continuing to slide back and forth, milking him for every drop he was worth. He slumped against her, breathing heavily, sweaty forehead resting against her back.

  Nolan relaxed the grip on her hair, his softening member slipped from her lips. Sophie took a deep gulp of air and rested her cheek on the cool sheets, her breath was ragged. When she felt she was able to move without falling over she crawled onto the bed and collapsed. Supporting no weight, still her legs shook. Nolan laughed and brushed hair off of her face. In the background ‘Come Away with Me’ feathered through the air.

  “My sweetheart is exhausted. Let’s get you a snack before we start round three.” Sophie felt the bed dip left as he got up and padded away. She scooted further towards what she could only assume was the middle of the bed. With a blindfold on it was hard to get oriented. The bed shifted again as Ren settled himself to the right of her against what Sophie thought should be the headboard.