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Wife Blindfolded

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Wife BlindfoldedI unexpectedly developed the desire to see my wife Sarah fuck another man. We’d been married for twenty years. In that time we’d explored everything we’d wanted to sexually. Each of us was open to the sexual desires of the other and our sexual interests were very much aligned. We’d taken bondage as far as we were comfortable, switching who was bound and who was in control, who was submissive and who was dominant. We’d had sex in different places like cars, bathrooms, theaters, and adult book stores.We had rules and things we wouldn’t do. The only one that I’d agreed to at first but over the years had wanted to remove was that we were monogamous. I didn’t want to fuck other women. I really wanted to watch her fuck another man. I brought this up with her but she declined. I brought it up multiple times but she refuted it saying that she liked that I belonged to her and she belonged to me. I told her that no matter who else we fucked we’d still belong to each other. She didn’t agree. We were at a stalemate and eventually she told me to stop asking because it wasn’t going to happen.We still continued with our passionate and varied love life. Most men in my place would be ecstatic to have such an open and beautiful woman. Beautiful does not even do her justice. She is gorgeous, sexy, refined, articulate, intelligent, independent, and sensual in a way that I’ve never experienced in another person. I felt myself lagging in all of those attributes and struggled to not fall so far behind as to not be worthy of her companionship.She’s taller than most women with long luscious legs. I’m taller than her but our legs are still about the same length, which works to our advantage when fucking in various positions. She has light blonde straight hair that she has let grow down to the middle of her back. She has fair skin, a couple shades darker than milky white. She has dark blue eyes that sparkle when the sun hits them right. When we first met in our mid-twenties she had seemed too thin, but the first time I’d seen her naked she’d had perfect round breasts that barely filled my hands and a firm ass I wanted to caress and spank. Over the years she’s filled out more, a combination of age and exercise has only added curves to her physique. I see men looking at her all the time whether at the gym or just out grocery shopping. It’s perhaps those looks that first got me thinking about wanting to see her fucked by another man. The desire hadn’t been there when we’d first dated and married. I’d have been too jealous to let another man touch her. I enjoyed hearing about her past sexual experiences and didn’t mind that men found her attractive or even hit on her when she was alone, but it would have broken my heart if she’d fucked another man. Eventually that changed. We often recorded ourselves having sex just for us to view and not to be posted on the internet. In the videos I’d watch her and think how incredible she looked getting fucked. I couldn’t really watch her when we had sex as being a part of it didn’t give that voyeuristic thrill. So, I’d get her to masturbate for me. I’d jerk off as she fucked herself with a dildo. That still wasn’t enough. I’d get her to tell me stories of past lovers. That just fed my imagination.So I talked to her about having sex with another man but she wouldn’t do it. I had given up on ever doing that when I had an idea, an idea that came to me during one of our sexual adventures.One thing we’d both wanted to do was fuck on a pool table in a bar. We wouldn’t be able to do it with other people around since we weren’t that adventurous, but it was something we both wanted. Eventually we found a bar that opened early and was deserted in the mid-afternoon. It had a large pool room in the back that was almost separate from the bar area. We decided we’d do it there. We picked a day and went there together.That day she wore a short pleated skirt that barely covered her ass, black ankle boots, and a loose blouse with thin straps. It was the least she’d wear in public because the outfit screamed “Fuck me!” which of course is what I liked about it.The place was empty except for the bartender. He was younger than us, probably in his mid-thirties. He had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was as tall as me but a bit bigger around. He was a good-looking guy, somewhat grizzled for his age. We ordered a pitcher of beer from him, and took it and a couple of mugs back to the pool room. I noticed him watching her walk away and smiled to myself. Since there was no one else in the bar I wondered if he might come back to the pool room to talk to us just to find an excuse to look at her more. What if he came back while we were fucking as we were intending to do? We’d have to get out in a hurry.We setup a rack of balls at the table at the back of the room and out of the sight line of the doorway to the rest of the bar. We played for a bit and drank a couple of beers. Mostly she teased me, bending over the table so her skirt lifted up showing the thin G-string underwear or leaning over from the other side of the table so I could see right down her shirt to her black lace bra. When one of us had to walk around the other we’d touch each other. She’d brush her hand across my groin and my growing erection. I’d drift my hand across her butt or around her stomach quickly before she’d walk past me. It was a teasing dance, driving each other wild before we fucked, as well as gaining our courage.Eventually, she took a shot, missed, turned around to face me, her back to the doorway to the bar, and leaned back against the pool table, spreading her legs. Her blonde hair drifted across one side of her face and she was looking up at me with that stare that told me that she’d had enough and it was time. I walked towards her and she immediately had her hands on my zipper, had it open, and pulled my half-hard dick out. I groaned as she stroked it in her hands, quick and rough with her fingers wrapping beneath the head.I leaned in towards her, she tilted her head back, and we kissed. We kissed hard like we were trying to devour each other. I pressed her against the pool table, spreading her legs around me as I pulled her skirt up. I ran my hands up and down her smooth thighs then gripped her hips as she stroked my cock hard and rubbed it between her legs. She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes hungrily.”Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me now.”She sat up on the pool table, letting go of my cock to pull her skirt up higher. She spread her legs wide, dangling off the edge of the pool table. I took a few seconds just to look at her, perched there, her legs spread, her G-string barely covering her pussy, the ankle boots swaying above the floor, her hair flung back so she could watch me. I could feel the need for her in my gut.”Watch the doorway,” she said, turning her head towards the doorway at the other end of the room.”Of course,” I said, my throat dry despite the beers.”And film it,” she said. “Get your phone and film it.””Good idea,” I said.I took my phone out of my pocket and fumbled with it a bit. I’d filmed us fucking many times, but this time was more urgent. We could be caught by the bartender or anyone walking in. I stood there with my erection sticking out hard from my pants and Sarah laughed.”This is hard right now,” I said, holding back a laugh myself.”I can see that,” she said, her voice almost purring.Finally I got the app started and saw it was recording. I held the phone out so I could see the image it was recording. I aimed it directly at her. I took a few steps back to get a full view of her. For some reason it was even hotter seeing her on the screen of the phone. She titled her head to the side and touched a finger to her lips.”So you gonna fuck me before someone shows up or what?” she asked.”Yeah,” I said.I hesitated, wanting to record a few more seconds of her like that. Then I stepped towards her, aiming the phone down between her legs where my cock soon came into view.”Here let me take care of that,” she said.She grabbed my dick in one hand and pulled her panties to the side with the other. I held the phone out to the side at arm’s length to see ourselves as well as between us. I put my other hand on her hip and urged her towards me. She didn’t need the urging. She spread her pussy lips and led my cock head to her opening. She was so wet from the flirting and teasing the head slipped right into her.”Yessss…,” she sighed.I shifted my feet and glanced at the phone to make sure we were still in view. Holding onto her hips I pushed into her and sank into her further, watching the shaft disappear inside of her. She pulled her underwear to the side, held onto the shaft of my cock with one hand and put the other hand behind her for support as she leaned back, leaving space between our upper bodies.I started sliding in and out of her slowly, just enjoying the sight of my cock pulling from her and then pushing into her, her hand still holding the shaft lightly to guide me into her deeper with each thrust. I looked at her skirt around her waist and thighs, her legs parted around me, her underwear pulled to the side, and I felt I was getting hard as ever. I plunged into her as deep as I could and she cried out with a soft moan and then bit her lip. I looked at the camera screen and pointed up at her face as I started fucking her a bit faster.”Keep your eye on the doorway,” she said, looking up at me, her eyes half-closed with lust.I looked past her at the doorway and saw no one. I turned the phone to film it too for a few seconds before turning it back to us. I grabbed her butt and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. I thrust into her and when our bodies met I went into her as deep as I could.”Yes, baby,” she panted.I started fucking her faster, looking at her propped up on the pool table, at my cock thrusting in and out of her, at the screen on the phone, and at the doorway. My arm got tired from holding the phone out and I brought it closer to my body and aimed it straight down at the penetration, just my cock and her pussy, one inside the other, one enveloping the other.”I’m gonna come, baby,” she said.I looked at her face, flushed and beading with sweat. I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled her up towards me, making her gasp. I pressed her lips to mine and kissed her deeply as I pushed up and into her, my pants rubbing against her clit. She came. Her pussy tightened and she stopped breathing for a moment and stopped kissing me back. Then, she let out a soft groan, holding it back. Her whole body tightened. I kept driving up and into her, again and again. I held the phone back to film us, mostly on her face. She wrapped her legs and arms around my body and held on as the orgasm tore through her. She started kissing me again, her mouth opening wide then closing to nip at my lips and tongue. I pounded into her and she rode it, her hips pumping back against me to drive me deeper until she stiffened once again and then with a gasp broke the kiss and pressed the side of her face to mine. I could hear her panting, her breath tickling my ear. I brushed her hair from my face and looked at the doorway. The bartender was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed at his chest. I looked at him and he looked directly at me. I didn’t stop fucking Sarah. I just kept going, plunging into her again and again, as she held onto me. I turned the camera towards him, filming him standing there, watching us. I couldn’t read any expression on his face. He didn’t seem aroused, angry, or surprised. He just watched.”Oh god, baby,” she said into my ear.”I know,” I said back to her.I heard her lick her lips.”You need to finish quick before someone walks in,” she said.It never occurred to me to tell her that someone had already walked in. I don’t know why. “Lean back some,” I told her. “I want to film it.”Slowly she pulled her arms from around me and leaned back on the pool table, her arms behind her holding her up. She unwound her legs and let them fall loose to the side.”Spread your legs wider,” I told her.She spread them wide as she could, hooked over the edge of the pool table. I aimed the camera so it filmed just her body and pussy as I started fucking her hard and fast. I didn’t build up to it. I just started pounding into her. She threw her head back, her hair dangling back on the pool table, and her arms shook as she took it inside of her.”Yes, baby, fuck me and come inside me,” she whispered.I looked up and the bartender was still standing there. He looked as if he hadn’t moved an inch. I slowly turned the camera up from her to him standing there then back down to her. I wished I could get both in one shot, but I couldn’t. My cock glided in and out of her easily and the sight of it was making me want to come. I put my hand on her bare thigh and held onto her as I thrust into her harder. I started jamming into her deep and hard, pulling out halfway and shoving back in deep, leaning forward a bit. I kept the camera focused on her body and the penetration. Her pussy and my cock were coated with the milky white foam of her orgasm.I looked up at the bartender again. He had a hand on his crotch. He was massaging himself through his jeans. I smiled to myself, content he wasn’t going to stop us, and looked back down at her.She was looking back at me, her blonde hair hanging about her face and shoulders, her arms shaking behind her, her body being shoved back and forth with my thrusts.”I want your come inside me,” she told me.I gave it to her. Her words brought me over the edge and the thrust right after she said that sent a stream of semen into her. I grunted and kept fucking her, pulling halfway out and shoving into her, my cocking pulsing inside of her. I grabbed her thigh tightly and grit my teeth as the orgasm erupted in my head. I became dizzy, but kept thrusting and plunging and fucking, feeling streams of come coursing down the length of my cock and ejaculating into her, each time making my body shudder.”Yes, yes, yes,” she purred, and touched her hand to my cheek.I leaned closer, my hand going to the surface of the pool table beside her hips and ground into her, feeling like my cock was expanding and contracting with each surge of new semen that shot into her. She leaned forward and kissed me softly. I held still inside of her as the orgasm receded, but my cock kept jerking inside of her, drooling small puddles of come inside of her.”You filled me up, baby,” she said against my lips.I laughed softly and took a deep breath.”I was really turned on,” I said.”I could tell,” she said.She pulled away and looked down between our bodies. I looked down and saw my cock still buried in her, just the base visible, it and her pussy coated in come. I tilted the phone down to film it. She reached her hand down and grabbed the base of my cock and ran her fingers along it, draining the last few remnants that remained from me and into her. Then, slowly I pulled out of her, filming it, as my cock head emerged and plopped out. Semen ran out of her open swollen pussy, down her butt, and down the side of the pool table.We both laughed. I filmed it all and turned the camera to her face. She gave it a smile and a kiss.”Good bye,” she said.I turned the camera to the doorway. The bartender was gone.********************************I lied to Sarah about that experience. After we left the bar I uploaded the video to my cloud drive and deleted it from my phone. I told her I had messed up and hadn’t recorded it for some reason. She was disappointed because she really wanted to see it. For some reason I wanted it to myself. It had to do with the bartender.I watched it many times and thought about it when I wasn’t watching it. Being watched by someone else while fucking Sarah had been part of the excitement, but that wasn’t entirely it. I also imagined that the bartender had done something. He’d barely nodded at us as we’d left, giving no hint, no smirk or smile, that he’d seen us. What if he had done something? What if he had blackmailed us and fucked her too? What if he’d joined in and Sarah had been so turned on that she’d let him fuck her right there on the pool table? What if we’d taken turns fucking her? Those imagined scenarios turned me on even more than the video itself.When we were fucking sometimes I’d imagine that it was after some other guy had been doing it. I didn’t want to be humiliated. I didn’t want to get revenge on her. I just wanted to watch. I wanted to watch her.So, I started to scheme. I thought about ways I could coerce her into fucking another guy. Maybe doing something like at the bar, and then getting some guy to walk in and see if she’d go with it. I knew that wouldn’t work. I thought about getting her drunk and bringing a guy into our bedroom when she might be more receptive. If that worked she’d be remorseful later which might hurt our sinop escort bayan marriage.So I figured I had to get her to fuck some guy without her knowing she was fucking some other guy. The answer seemed pretty simple. Just blindfold her. Blindfold her, then bring in the other guy and let him fuck her. It seemed simple. It also seemed dangerous. If she found out and if I got caught, then that might be the end of our marriage. Would I risk it? I would.I needed to figure out who the other guy would be. I didn’t want it to be anyone with whom we socialized. That would make it too easy for her to find out. Besides I knew who I wanted. I would get the bartender. I didn’t know him. He didn’t know me. He’d recognize me though.If I could get him to do it I’d need to figure out how to make it happen. That seemed easy. We often did bondage play. I could bind her in some way including the blindfold. Then, just bring him in. He’d have to be quiet. I could get her a bit drunk first as well. She wouldn’t drink a lot. We never drank a lot when we were going to do any type of bondage for safety reasons, but she might drink enough to not notice differences and shrug them off later if she did notice.The plan seemed simple. The best plans are. But it could go horribly wrong. I didn’t know the bartender. I had to tie her up correctly. I had to make sure the blindfold didn’t come off. I had to make sure she didn’t notice the difference between the bartender and me. For some reason, the planning and the risks just made it more exciting.I couldn’t do any of it until I talked to him first. I chose another mid-afternoon like before and went to the bar. It was empty again, just him at the bar. I inferred he was probably the owner, which would turn out was correct.He looked even younger that day. He had his long hair down out of the ponytail. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed he was more muscular than I’d thought.I sat down at the bar and looked him over.”What do you want?” he asked, his voice deeper than I expected like he had been drinking only whiskey his whole life.I looked at him for any recognition. He’d gotten a good look at me so he should recognize me, but he didn’t show it at all. I was just another patron to him.”A beer. Whatever you have on draft,” I said.He got the beer, plopped it down in front of me, too much head on the beer, and turned away to watch the television over the bar showing some action movie from the 80s.”Whatcha watching?” I asked, trying to get his attention.”A movie,” he said, the words short and chopped off like those two words were more than he’d wanted to say.I sighed deeply, wondering if I’d made a mistake. This wouldn’t be the guy to do this. What was I thinking anyway? I didn’t even know him?I sipped my beer and watched him. From time to time he moved away from the television to check the bar, check the ice, check liquor bottle levels. I figured the place probably got good business at night. Why the hell did he open so early anyway?”Movie any good?” I asked.”It works,” he said.I didn’t know what that meant.I decided this wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t sure how to even start to bring up the subject of fucking my wife. There was something inviting about him, physically, but his demeanor was completely cold. I finished the beer and set it down empty. I would pay and just leave. He poured another beer from a new frosted glass and set it down in front of me.”Oh, I wasn’t going to drink another,” I said.”Yeah, you are,” he said.He looked me in the eyes, his hands on the bar, leaning towards me, not menacing or frightening, just assertive. His eyes were a steel blue, a lighter version of Sarah’s. His face was actually more effeminate than I had previously noticed, soft cheeks and large eyes.”Okay,” I said.He leaned back, his hands still on the bar and watched me. I took a sip of the beer, looking over the rim at him. His face really became more beautiful than handsome as I looked at it.”Next time you fuck your woman on my pool table at least wipe the fucking thing down,” he said suddenly.I almost spit out my beer, but held onto it, swallowed, and set the glass down.”Um, sorry about that,” I said, wiping a hand across my lips.”You think I want to be cleaning up everybody else’s spunk?” he asked me.”Of course not,” I said, shaking my head.Despite his bluntness he didn’t sound angry. His voice was flat and logical, not accusing. I was having trouble getting a handle on him.”At least go in the bathroom,” he said. “You think that shit’s easy to get off a pool table without damaging it?””I don’t know,” I said. “Sorry.”He stood back, crossed his arms across his chest, and sighed.”I ain’t a stupid redneck,” he said.”I didn’t think you were,” I said.”Two people like you come in here when the place is empty. Your woman is dressed up sleazy. You practically creep into the pool room giggling to yourselves. Shit, you think I’m stupid?” he said.I took another drink from the glass, unsure how to respond. His words sounded like he was attacking me, but his voice wasn’t. It’s like I was having a philosophical discussion at some stuffy party except in a bar about fucking on a pool table.”No,” I finally stuttered. “I never thought…””Yeah, you never thought,” he interrupted me.He uncrossed his arms and walked down to the end of the bar. He started checking glasses under the bar.”I understand that, I guess,” he said. “You’re not thinking. You’re just wanting to do it.”I heard him shuffle some glasses around, arranging them for some reason.”Shit, I’ve banged a few broads on the tables myself,” he said, and then he looked up at me. “But then I have to clean it up afterwards.””Sorry about that,” I said. “I can pay you if that’d help.”He shook his head, looking at me like I didn’t understand.”Don’t want your money. Just want you to know. I want you to know that I know,” he said.”Okay,” I said.”I mean I know you know I saw you. You saw me. Didn’t matter to you though did it?” he said, a smile actually tried to break across his lips.”No,” I said. “I mean… yeah… I saw you.””Can’t say as I blame you,” he said.He turned away and looked back at the television, leaning his hip against the bar. I wondered if that was the end of the discussion. I was confused. I wasn’t sure what had been the point. Just him making sure I didn’t think I was getting one over on him I guess, but he hadn’t sounded accusatory. He’d just sounded like he wanted to be understood.”Well, I am sorry,” I said. “About leaving a mess.”He waved his hand at me, his back still to me.”Not sorry about fucking in your bar though,” I added.He turned around and looked at me, his eyes squinting slightly, and then laughed. His laugh came out as a low burst that I could almost feel.”Son of a bitch,” he said. “I wouldn’t be either if I was you.”I finished my beer and set it down. He poured another.”If you put it on the internet make sure you blur my face,” he said. “Don’t want to have to sue you.”He was making a joke, but I could just barely tell, a bit of the laughter still in his voice.””I deleted it,” I lied. “We don’t keep the videos. Just watch them once or twice for fun and delete them. Don’t want them getting out.”He put the beer in front of me and took the empty mug to the sink.”Seems like a shame,” he said. “Post that shit and make some money.”I decided maybe I could turn this into something and made my move.”You think people would pay money to see her fucking?” I asked.He rinsed the mug out and began washing it by hand.”Of course,” he replied. “She’s hot. People pay for a lot worse. You seen what’s out there?””Some,” I said, then asked, “Would you pay for videos of her?””No,” he said, washing the glass with a rag, “I do fine by myself.””Would you want to be in a video with her?” I asked.He rinsed out the glass, running water over it, saying nothing.”I figured you were here to reminisce,” he said.He sat the glass upside down to dry and turned towards me.”But you want me to fuck her, don’t you?” he asked.I swallowed and took a big drink of my beer. My throat was dry and it felt good going down.”Would you want to?” I asked finally.”Would you clean up the pool table after?” he asked me, a true smile on his mouth actually showing a hint of teeth.”I mean at my house,” I said. “Come to my house and have sex with her.”He crossed his arms across his chest and stared at me.”She’s not here with you asking me this,” he said. It wasn’t a question.”She wouldn’t know,” I said.He really smiled then, a big smile, transforming his face and breaking through that cold stare. He did look beautiful when he smiled.”I’m intrigued. Tell me more,” he said.*********************************When the night came to actually go through with it I had no doubt I’d be able to do it. I had no hesitation. I was worried about being caught. I was worried about it being successful. But there was no doubt I would try it.The bartender, I never got his name and never wanted to know, had picked a night when he could get employees to cover the bar for him. So, I had to plan it for that night.We’d talked for a while that afternoon. I’d become comfortable with him quickly and knew I’d made the right choice. He wasn’t disgusted or over-excited by the idea. He had listened to what I proposed and asked me thoughtful questions about it. I had confidence he’d do what I wanted and not mess it up. Besides, we both understood that we’d both get in trouble if found out. We were in it together.We decided he’d come by my house at exactly 10:00 that night and wait at the back door. He’d park a block down the street and be careful that neighbors didn’t see him walk behind the house. By then I’d have her bound and blindfolded in the bed and would let him in. If I didn’t let him in within a half hour than he was to just leave and we’d try again some other time.I prepared Sarah by sending her texts throughout the day that I wanted her bound for me that night. She responded that she wanted that too. I wrote her that I would tie her hands to the bed and blindfold. She liked that. I told her I wanted her to wear a tight short dress, stockings, garters, and high heels. We’d go out for dinner that night and then come home to play.Sarah had beaten me home and was waiting in the living room when I walked in the door. She was wearing a tight dark blue dress with a low-cut neckline and short enough to see the top of her stockings as she sat cross-legged on the couch. One foot clad in black heels sway back and forth as she watched the television. She’d teased her hair out some and put on some dark eye liner and bright red lipstick. I wanted to fuck her on the couch right there.”Ready to go out?,” I asked, eyeing her.”I am if you are,” she said.She stood up and seemed so tall on her heels. She strutted towards me and brushed past me to the door. “Eat light,” she said. “We have some exercising to do.”We went to a restaurant close to the house. We ate and talked about our days. This was a normal occurrence for us. We’d text during the day and plan some sexual activity for the night. We’d go out and do some non-sexual stuff like have dinner and work up to the sex. The anticipation was a part of it.We did eat light. I was too anxious to eat much. She drank more than I thought she would knowing we’d be doing some bondage, but she said since it was only light bondage it would be fine. I was a bit surprised but went with it. I made sure we got home in time for the plan. Putting the leftovers away in the kitchen, I couldn’t take anymore and pressed her up against the kitchen counter, my hands delving down to lift up her dress.”You going to fuck me here?” she asked. “I thought you wanted to tie me up in bed.””I do,” I said, looking down at her cleavage, pushed up almost out of her dress.Her hand was on my crotch and getting me hard. My hand pulled at her dress to feel her garters and stockings. She massaged my penis through my pants. I had to stop it. I kissed her hard and pulled away from her.”Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.”Are you sure you don’t want to just do it here?” she asked.”I’m sure,” I said.She started walking to the bedroom and wobbled on her heels for a second. She laughed and put her hand on my shoulder.”Maybe I’ve had one too many glasses of wine,” she said.”I’ll carry you if I have to,” I said.I didn’t have to. She was a bit shaky on the heels, but they were tall. We went to the bedroom and she fell on the bed. She stretched out her arms and legs, making the dress ride up her thighs and pull tight against her body. “Let’s get that dress off first,” I said.I got onto the bed beside her, grabbed the bottom of the dress, and started to pull up.”Calm down, baby,” she said. “I’ll get it.”She pulled it up, squirmed out of it, and dropped it on the floor. She was wearing a black bra that pushed her breasts together and up, tiny black G-string underwear, black stockings, black garters, and black high heels. The black was arousing against her fair skin. “So what are you going to do with me?” she asked coyly, already knowing from our texts.I felt that tight ball in my stomach. I wanted to just fuck her like that right then, but I pushed it back down, and smiled at her.”I’m going to tie your hands up, my dear,” I said.I got off the bed and opened our bottom dresser drawer. That drawer was used exclusively for our sex toys. I needed only one medium length of rope and the blindfold. I took them out and closed the drawer. She was lying stretched out on the bed watching me, her hands behind her head, her thighs spread.”Mmmm… the rope,” she purred.She moved down on the bed and stretched her arms over her head.”Like this?” she asked.”Just like that,” I said.I had to kneel on the bed to get to her hands. The rope was soft white cotton with the ends taped and burned. I folded the rope in half, making sure the ends were even. She held out a hand to me.”I’m already wet just from waiting for this,” she said.”Trying to distract me won’t work,” I said.I wrapped the rope around her wrist once, feeding the ends through the loop, pulling back the other way, then wrapping it around her wrist several times with two of my fingers between the rope and her wrist. I fed the ends back under the rope and pulled my fingers out. I made a loop with the rope and pulled the ends through it tight. The rope was tight on her wrist but not too tight and wouldn’t tighten or loosen.”How’s that feel?” I asked.”Feels good,” she said, sliding her legs back and forth on the bed, making a soft swooshing sound of her stockings on the bed sheets.I wrapped the rope around her other wrist, pulled her wrists together, and wrapped the rope between her wrists, then made another loop and pulled the rope through. Her wrists were tied independently and then together. She wouldn’t get out of it. I tied the rope to the wooden slats of the headboard tightly.Then, I grabbed her hips and pulled her further down the bed until her feet were hanging off the bed. The rope was tight and her arms were stretched above her head. She could almost grab the headboard and would if pushed up on the bed some more, but she wouldn’t be able to grab the blindfold.I knelt between her spread legs and ran my hands up and down the silky stockings.”How’s that feel?” I asked.She struggled some, pulling on the rope, twisting her body. She watched me as she did it, knowing it got me excited.”Feels good,” she said.”Not too tight? Not too loose?” I asked.She just nodded her head and pulled on the rope again. I slid my hands up her inner thighs to her crotch. She lifted a leg up and put it on my shoulder.”You have me tied up. So what are you going to do with me?” she said.She rubbed her calf back and forth on my shoulder. I wrapped her thigh in my arms and rubbed my cheek against the stocking. I looked down the length of her long leg to the black garter straps against her skin of her upper thighs. “Blindfold you,” I finally said, pulling my eyes from her thighs and crotch.I placed her leg back on the bed and picked up the blindfold. I moved up to her head and pulled the elastic strap open on the blindfold. “Lift your head up,” I said.She did and I put the blindfold carefully around her eyes, bringing the strap behind her head, making sure I didn’t catch her hair. Then, I gently pulled her hair out from the strap so it didn’t get caught later. I looked at her face and adjusted the blindfold.”Can you see anything?” I asked.”Nothing,” she said.She squirmed on the bed again, nestling her body down expectantly.”Then I’ll be right back,” I said and hopped off the bed.”Hey, you tease,” she said. “You better not leave me here waiting.””I’ll be right back,” I said. “Just getting some water.””Okay,” she said, reassured.We often put some water by the bed knowing we’d want it after particularly vigorous sex. I left the bedroom, closing the door behind me, and hurried to the back door.I opened the door and for a moment saw just the darkness of our backyard. I peered out, wondering sinop escort bayan if he’d decided against showing up when he suddenly appeared from the side of the house.”Am I on time?” he asked, walking coolly to the door.”Yeah, it’s time,” I said.He seemed in no hurry. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. The boots clopped loudly on the floor when he entered the house. I closed the door behind him.”You better take your boots off here,” I said. “They’re too loud. She’ll notice.”He nodded, bent over, unlaced his boots, and took them off. I went into the kitchen and got a glass from the cabinet.”I’m not thirsty,” he said quietly.”Not for you,” I said.My hand was shaking as I filled the glass of water from a pitcher. I was more excited than I’d ever been. I felt like my skin was crawling and the hairs all over my body were standing on end. My entire body was the sensitive underside of a penis just waiting to be touched and explode.”She’s tied up and blindfolded,” I whispered.I stopped pouring the water right before the glass overfilled. “So she’s all ready?” he asked.I picked up the glass and took a sip so it wouldn’t spill.”Yeah, and don’t talk when we head to the bedroom,” I whispered.”I remember the plan,” he said softly, sounding almost sarcastic.I looked him over again. He showed no sign of excitement. He was completely relaxed like we were two guys just hanging out in a kitchen about to have a couple of beers. Then, suddenly a thought hit me.”How big is your dick?” I asked.That actually got a surprised expression on his face.”What?” he asked, a bit too loud for me.”Quieter,” I said and set the glass of water down on the counter.”How big is your dick?” I asked again. “If it’s too different from mine then she’ll notice.””Want to whip ’em out and compare?” he asked.”No,” I whispered. “Just tell me. Is it average? Long? Thick? Curved weird? Circumcised?””Circumcised. A bit above average. Enough I’ve never had any complaints,” he said.”Okay, then we should be fine,” I said.If his dick was too different from mine then she might notice. Hard dicks aren’t always the same size. My morning erections tended to be thicker than later in the day. Sometimes when drinking I get longer and harder than usual, sometimes smaller and softer. Dicks are weird like that.”Okay,” I whispered. “I’m going to go to the bedroom. You follow me but stay back when I go in the room. I’ll leave the door open. If she got the blindfold off somehow I’ll say something. Otherwise, just come in quietly.””I know what to do,” he said.He looked back at me, those ice blue eyes cold and hard. I grabbed the glass of water and walked to the bedroom. I opened the bedroom door and she was still lying in the center of the bed, her arms above her head, her hands bound to the headboard, and the blindfold over her eyes.”You took a long time,” she said.I set the glass of water on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.”Had to go to the bathroom too,” I said.I waved my hand over the blindfold.”I can feel your hand over my face but can’t see it, baby,” she said. “I can’t see anything. Now quit teasing me.”I grabbed her breast through her bra in one hand and leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed me back, lifting her head up to press her mouth to mine harder. I massaged the breast in my hand, feeling the cool fabric of her bra, feeling her hard nipple through the fabric.I sat up, breaking the kiss, and reached my hands behind her back. She sat up so I could unclasp her bra and then pull it up her arms, leaving it dangling at her wrists. I grabbed her breast again, feeling much better without the bra in the way.”That’s better,” Sarah said, agreeing with my thoughts.I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see the bartender walk into the room. He was so quiet I didn’t hear him. He was also entirely naked. He was in much better shape than me, muscles clearly visible on his arms, chest, and legs. His long hair fell around his broad shoulders. His penis was partially hard and looked like it would be bigger than mine. I hoped not too much bigger.He looked directly at her on the bed, his eyes moving all over her body, not stopping any one place, not judging or appraising her, and not admiring either, just taking her in, devouring her with his eyes. As he looked her over I saw his eyes narrow, saw that hunger develop. His tongue protruded from his lips then went back in.I looked away from him and bent over her, putting my hands on either side of her body. I licked her breast, my tongue flicking across her nipple. She moaned and moved on the bed. I sucked her breast into my mouth, letting my tongue lick all around her nipple. Her back arched like she was trying to feed her breast to me.I moved a hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her tiny underwear. The underwear was already moist. I rubbed it roughly, using my whole hand and fingers. Her body writhed beneath me and she pulled on the rope, making the headboard shake and squeak.I let her breast fall from my mouth and bent over her further to suck on the other one, taking a few seconds to lick around the nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I slid my hand from her crotch to the skin of her upper thigh to her garter strap and down to her stocking. She bent her leg, offering it to me and I slid my hand up and down her thigh, coming close to her pussy each time but sliding back down her leg.”I need you to fuck me,” she sighed.”I’ll get there,” I said, letting her breast fall from my mouth. “Just lay back and be quiet. I want to enjoy you like this.”She moaned deeply and lay back on the bed frustrated. I looked at the bartender who had moved to the foot of the bed. He was looking down at her and obviously wanted to touch her. He couldn’t while I was touching her. “Let me get my clothes off,” I said.I stood up from the bed and stepped back. I took my clothes off, feeling self-aware at getting naked in front of a strange younger man in better shape than me, but decided it didn’t matter. I looked at my naked body, not bad for my age, but with a bit of a paunch and softer than I’d like. Looking at the bartender I felt a bit envious. Even at his age I wasn’t in his shape.He looked at me, his eyes on mine, looking for some sign. I nodded at him. I walked down to the foot of the bed beside him and then he climbed onto the bed at her side.”Are you all naked now?” she asked.”Yes, now just be quiet or I’ll gag you,” I said.”Mmm… promise?” she asked.I didn’t respond. The bartender moved on all fours up the bed until he was looking down into her face. He looked like a panther stalking a victim. His body was tight. His hair hung down hiding his face and almost touching her face.I suddenly realized that she might notice his longer hair if it touched her. From that she’d know it wasn’t me. I started to walk around the bed to get his attention before he touched her. As if reading my thoughts, he grabbed his hair in a fist and held it behind his head.He lowered his head down to her neck, his mouth open, still making me think of a panther going for the kill, and latched onto her neck with his mouth wide. She jumped at the touch and then craned her neck, stretching it, sighing as he sucked and licked at her skin.I stood, naked, at the side of my bed, watching as another man kissed the neck of my bound and blindfolded wife while she writhed in pleasure. I watched as his lips parted from her skin only to move to another part of her neck, working his way from one side to the other and back, leaving her skin red with small teeth marks. I was captivated by the sight of it, frozen in place by the lustful excitement surging through my body.He carefully moved down from her neck to the middle of her chest, only his lips touching her, his body turning on the bed, kissing between her breasts, licking her skin, tasting her. She arched her back and her legs moved back and forth across the sheets. She pulled at the ropes and twisted her torso, trying to push a breast to his lips but he moved with her, kissing down between them, almost to her stomach. She groaned in frustration as he teased her.I crossed my arms across my chest and felt goose bumps on my arms. I started to rub my arms like I needed to warm up, but stopped so I wouldn’t make any noise. By that point Sarah was probably overloaded by sensation to hear such a noise but I didn’t want to risk it.The bartender suddenly moved his mouth to her breast and kissed it fully beneath the nipple. Sarah moaned and stretched her lean body out as he grabbed her other breast in his free hand, his body hovering over hers. He was rough with her breasts but not too rough, massaging her breasts with his whole hand, tweaking the nipples enough to make her yelp, feeding a breast into his mouth and brushing the nipple with his teeth. He moved his mouth and hand back and forth between her breasts, his mouth on one and hand on the other at all times.She slid her legs apart, pushed her feet into the bed, and thrust her hips up and down like some invisible lover was fucking her. The bartender turned his head to the side to watch her hips and slid his hand from her breast down over her flat stomach to her crotch and placed his hand firmly on her pussy over her panties.She moaned and tried to rub her pussy against his hand, but he held onto her, not letting her get the friction she wanted with his hand. She turned her head to the side, facing me, and I looked at her wet, red lips part as she groaned loudly, a noise I’d never heard before or just hadn’t noticed. I wanted to kiss her right then, feel her tension and lust in a deep kiss as he sucked on her breast and held her between her legs. I licked my lips just imagining it.He moved down her body, kissing her flat stomach, licking her belly button. Her stomach trembled and she pulled hard against the ropes, making the headboard creak. He took a few teasing nips at the skin of her stomach and side, making her tremble and shake, her hips gyrating and his hand still firm on her crotch.Then, in a few quick movements he let go of his hair, grabbed her leg with both hands, lifted it, and moved between her legs. He knelt near the edge of the bed, his feet hanging off the edge. He yanked her underwear down, lifting her legs up and bringing them together, pulling the underwear expertly around her high heels and tossing them over his shoulder to the floor.Without thinking I picked up the underwear and held them balled up in my hand. They were slightly moist and I pressed them to my nose and inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal and excitement. I rubbed them on my cheek, feeling the soft cool sheer fabric, making my stomach clench and cock surge.The bartender pushed her thighs apart wide, her knees past her hips, tilting her pussy up some, and dove his mouth into it. He licked and sucked greedily. His tongue parted her lips, licked them up and down. “Yes please, baby,” she groaned.I stepped towards her quietly to study her face. The blindfold was still securely over her eyes. Her head was pressed back into the mattress, her neck arched. Her skin was flushed red and shining with a light gleam of sweat. Her blonde hair lay like a pillow around her head. Her lips parted and she cried out a stifled grunt.I looked down her body and saw the bartender latched onto her clit, sucking it between his lips, the noise coming from his mouth obviously him licking her clit frantically back and forth. His fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide apart. His long hair framed his face and drifted across her pelvis and thighs but she didn’t notice. She only felt that tongue flicking her clit over and over.”Yes… yes… yes…,” she panted over and over again.She was going to come. Her body shook. She whipped her head from side to side, hair flinging across her face. Her breasts swayed back and forth. Her hips bucked. She pulled and yanked at the rope, making the headboard bang against the wall repeatedly. His fingers dug harder into her thighs as if to hold her still. Then her mouth opened in a silent scream and she was suddenly still for a moment, not even breathing. There was only the noise of him lapping furiously at her clit. Then, a high-pitched shriek came from deep in her throat, her face reddening. She lift her head and hips up like she was curling up her body, and then with a gasp fell back onto the bed. Her body shook uncontrollably, her stomach quaked, and she panted for breath between repetitious high-pitched yelps. She was coming hard.He didn’t stop, just stayed latched onto her clit, licking and sucking, breathing harshly through his nose, looking up the length of her quaking body. He was merciless in his attention to her orgasm, driving it even as it looked like she couldn’t take it, but she rode it. She had no choice but to ride it, bound to the bed, her legs spread, helpless to the lapping of his tongue.”Please… please…,” she gasped and I wasn’t sure if she wanted him stop or continue.He kept going and she pressed her head back into the bed. Her body tensed again and then shook in a rhythm with his tongue and then broke off and she fell into the bed again, her body jerking uncontrollably, her stomach twitching, her breasts rising and falling with her panting breaths. She pulled on the rope hard like she wanted to pull her hands free but they weren’t coming free. She thrashed in frustration and then stretched her hands over her head resigned to the binds.He suddenly stopped and gave her pussy one long lick and rose to his knees. His cock stuck out hard, longer and thicker than mine, more than he’d admitted. The circumcised skin seemed to be stretched around his cock tightly like it was too hard. He grabbed her thighs and lift her butt up off the bed then moved towards her as she lay exhausted on the bed. Her pussy was wet and open and he plunged right into her, sliding into her almost all the way. She gave a slight groan but lay still, as he thrust into her deep like he was taking advantage of her limp body and open waiting pussy.I moved closer without thinking, feeling that ball of excitement swirling in my stomach, feeling very aware of my penis hanging thick and heavy, and looked at another man’s cock penetrating my wife’s pussy. I had watched my own cock moving in and out of her many times. I had watched her penetrated by many toys and objects. I loved the sight of it. This was something entirely different. It was exciting in a way nothing else had been. Her pussy looked perfect like that. I never felt a desire for her stronger than that moment. Her pussy was dripping wet, her labia swollen and red with arousal. Her clit was hard and gleaming wet. His thick cock had spread her open easily, her pussy grasping onto him snugly. I saw two large veins, one down the side, one along the top, running along the shaft of his cock. The thick root of his cock protruded from her. I watched as he slid out of her, his thick head just becoming visible, and then he stroked back into her in a long, swift gliding motion, going as deep as he could in that position. My world was focused on the sight of him sliding into her and all I could feel was the deluge of sensations in my cock and the buzzing of excitement in my head.Then, he shifted closer to her, his butt hovering over his feet, his thighs spread around her, and he tilted her body towards me. He wrapped his furthest arm around her thigh and lifted enough so she shifted slightly onto her side closest to me, putting her on display for me.I looked up and he was watching me intently, those normally cool eyes now sparkling and wide. Was he looking for acknowledgment from me? I nodded as if he was. Then, with a grin he looked away from me and back at her. Holding her firmly in his one arm he slid his other hand up and down her body from her stocking-clad legs to her stomach and over her breasts, leaving his cock inside of her, his pelvis pressed against her.She sighed and shifted on the bed, turning towards me even more. He lifted her leg up so it was on his shoulder and she was almost on her side, one arm stretched across her cheek with her head lying on the other arm.When he started fucking her, the first few strokes were calm and measured as if he was feeling the width and depth of her, exploring her. He moved his cock in and out of her, twisting his hips, plunging down and into her, up and into her, swirling inside of her. Her pussy took him in greedily and she whimpered each time he slid out and sighed when he plunged back into her.I was mesmerized by it, by the motion of him sliding in and out of her, of their bodies moving together, her hips trying to match his own twisting movements. I was locked on it and nothing could have distracted me. There was nothing else. There was only another’s man hard cock emerging from and disappearing back inside of my wife’s pussy.Then, as if he’d prepared her for his cock he started suddenly escort sinop pounding in and out of her. He just pulled out slowly as he had done previously, then shoved into her hard, pulled the full length of his shaft out, and slammed back into her. They were not as measured as those first several strokes, just hard fucking. He held her leg on his shoulder tightly and he pushed her other thigh wide apart, spreading her legs wide, offering a perfect view to me. Her body was shoved roughly back and forth on the bed.”Unnhh… unnhh… unnh…,” she grunted.He was quiet except for the harsh breathing through his nose, his mouth clenched shut. He stared at her like he was trying to penetrate her with his eyes too, penetrate her entire body. She started to come back to life with the hard fucking, breathing harder, stretching her leg out on his shoulder, her high-heeled shoe pointed in the air, her thighs taught, shifting her hips subtly to take him in deeper when he pushed forward.He had pushed her forward on the bed and she was able to raise her elbows over her face as she pulled against the ropes. He shifted backwards and pulled her back against him, impaling her on him, and stretching her arms tight again. She twisted her hands as if trying to slip from the ropes but they wouldn’t come free. She knew she wouldn’t get free, but trying was part of the turn-on.He paused the hard fucking for a moment as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed at her sides, her leg sliding along his shoulder and started shoving down and into her. She moved her hips to match his new position, to take him in deeper. She cried out loudly once when he sank into her deep, so deep his hips slapped against her, and there was no part of his cock visible, all of it inside of her. I knew he was pressing against her cervix then. To do the same I had to practically fold her in half and thrust as deep as I could. Then I could somewhat grind against her cervix which she loved when she was highly aroused.With him I could tell he was hitting her cervix each time he sank into her. He wasn’t pulling out far, just enough to create a hard thrust back into her. She hooked her closest leg over his arm, turning more onto her back and raised and lowered her hips to meet him.They hit a hard and steady rhythm. The bed squeaked in agony beneath them. The headboard rocked against the wall. She was panting hard, now completely awake and aroused again. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, her breasts swaying, her feet dangling in the air, her head rocking back and forth. She pulled on the ropes angrily and made bestial grunting noises. I’d never seen her like that before. Did she act like this but I didn’t notice in the heat of the moment? Was it the way he fucked her? Did she somehow know it was someone else and it turned her on more? I didn’t know the exact reasons but it was all so different in exciting ways I hadn’t imagined. Just imagining her being fucked by another man had excited me. Seeing her penetrated. Being able to observe her more closely and take pleasure in her own excitement without being distracted by taking my own pleasure while giving her pleasure. That I had expected. This was more. She was getting fucked like she hadn’t before, or at least not from me. It was more than just the size of his cock, but the way he fucked her. I should have expected this but hadn’t and that made it all more exciting.He started sweating and a few drops fell from his face to her chest where one dripped down between her breasts. His body was tense, the muscles standing out like cords, as he held himself over her, his shoulders and arms bulging, his butt flexing. His face was tense as he held his mouth closed tightly, trying to make no noises, breathing hard through his nose. He looked down at her, staring at her face for several hard strokes, at how her head was pushed back and forth by the force of his thrusts, as she arched her neck and made those low grunting noises, and looked down her body, watching her breasts sway, glistening with their sweat, and then lowering his head further to look down between their bodies to see the shaft of his cock emerging from her pussy through her tightly trimmed blonde pubic hair and then plunge back into her, their bodies smacking together.”Deeper,” she panted, partly pleading, partly demanding.He shifted his body so she was lying flat on her back. She slid her far leg off his shoulder and he sat up, grabbing her thighs and pulling them around his waist. He put his hands back on the mattress at her sides, his arms straight, holding himself up at an angle and she raised her legs so she was gripping his sides with her knees, her feet crossed and hooked at his lower back. They didn’t stop fucking the entire time, barely losing rhythm, his cock only coming out of her further as he shifted position, and then jamming into her once they were settled.”Yessss…” she practically hissed as he thrust into her hard and deep.Their bodies were joined as tightly as they could get. He pulled a couple of inches out of her and then pushed into her, twisting his hips, his pelvis pressed to hers, rubbing her clit as he ground against her. Her thighs ran along his hips and sides, her butt turned up towards him, and from the side of the bed I could clearly see his cock plunging in and out of her, rising and falling, his balls smacking against her butt. She writhed beneath him, pulling against the ropes, struggling as if she wanted to get out of the ropes, get out from under him, playing out some forced fantasy in her head, while her hips moved as much as they could beneath him to take him inside of her deep and grind against him. She panted and grunted. She gasped once when he slammed into her particularly hard and twisted his hips, probably grinding against her cervix even harder. He did it again and again and she arched her back and swung her arms furiously trying to pull out of the ropes.He kept driving into her like a machine, propped over her, his arms straight, his hands grasping tightly at the mattress, his thighs flexing as he thrust into her over and over again. He was still looking down between their bodies, studying how they moved together, how his cock moved in and out of her, paying no attention to how she thrashed on the bed and yanked on the ropes, just fucking her and fucking her hard.She caught him by surprise when she came. She suddenly lowered her legs and wrapped them around his lower back, her feet pressing into his butt, and held him against her tightly so he couldn’t move even as he pushed back against her, and she pulled against the ropes tightly, her elbows bent, and she let out a noise caught between a deep groan and high-pitched shriek. He grunted once and pressed his lips back together as he tried to pull out from her but she held him tight, her hips thrusting and grinding, pressing him inside of him, locking him there. He looked at her face, his eyes showing surprise and bliss, and he stopped trying to pull away, let her jerk beneath him, let her feed her own orgasm, riding it around him, writhing and spasming.When she started to relax he tried to pull back a bit and she grabbed onto him and started fucking him, pushing her hips back and forth, up and down, drawing out her orgasm, and he did his best to match her, moving an inch or two inside of her so I could barely see the root of his cock.His face became taut and he threw his head back. His back muscles tensed and he became still for a moment as she moved around him. His hands grabbed at the sheets. He seemed like he was about to fall on her, then caught himself. He shoved into her hard and his whole body became stiff. She kept jerking her hips fast in those small tight thrusts trying to pull him in deeper, resisting each time he pulled back a bit to push into her again.He dropped his head and his back arched up and stiffened and I knew he was coming inside of her, coming deep inside of her. She held him tightly with her legs so he had no choice but to grind deep inside of her, spurting his semen against her cervix as he rubbed against it. “Yes… yes… yes…,” she chanted over and over again as he pumped his seed into her, as deep as he possibly could.His lips were pressed together tightly and his face was bright red as if he were holding back some bellowing yell. He kept staring into her face as he came, looking at her as if seeing something wonderful, the first thing to surprise him in a long time. His hips rolled and jerked on their own, rubbing his cock inside of her, spurting again and again, his balls pulled up tight against his body. I was almost in shock as I watched another man come inside my wife. I imagined his seed squirting inside of her, pooling against her cervix, filling her, squishing between his cock and her pussy, her pussy grasping him tightly, and I felt more than just sexual excitement, but some kind of fulfillment, almost transcendent. I didn’t want to just jerk off to what I was seeing. I wanted to be absorbed by it. I wanted to be overwhelmed. I felt something more than just sexual arousal which was selfish and often distracting. I just wanted to bathe in the excitement the two of them had generated, something much more electric and fulfilling than any ejaculation I’d ever had.With a loud sigh, she relaxed and her legs just fell to the bed, her thighs spread wide around him. His body shivered as the remnants of the orgasm passed over him, making her shiver as well. He lowered his head, showing the first signs of fatigue and opened his mouth to breathe heavily. Several drips of sweat dropped from his face onto her chest and neck.”Mmmm… baby…,” she sighed contentedly.She moved her hips subtly around him and his body jerked uncontrollably. He pushed himself up, straightening his back, his thighs spread around her butt so he was still inside of her. He looked down at where they were joined and then slid his hands up and down her thighs from her stockings to the bare skin of her upper thighs. She sighed and nestled into the bed.He slowly shifted his hips back so his softening dick slid out of her, making her gasp when it flopped out. A stream of semen leaked from her and ran down onto the sheets. He grabbed his dick in one hand and massaged it up and down. He squeezed a few more squirts of come onto her pussy and then rubbed it in with the head of his dick, moving over her clit, making her shake and laugh. He pushed it back inside of her, holding the soft shaft with his fingers and moved it in and out of her a few more times before pulling out again.Then, he slowly backed off the bed until he was standing on the floor. He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, looking over her body, staring mostly at her pussy leaking his semen. She was lying languidly on the bed, her arms relaxed by her head, her legs wide, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. She almost seemed to be asleep.He looked at me and there was an understanding between us that hadn’t been there before. I had worried there might be shame or regret, but there was none of that. We were connected in some way. We had barely talked before and might never see each other again, but we knew each other in that moment.With a slight nod of his head and a tired but sly grin he turned away and slowly left the room.”You going somewhere, baby,” Sarah said softly.I quietly moved to the foot of the bed.”No. I’m right here,” I said.”Oh,” she said. “I thought I heard you leaving.”She stretched out, her hands pushing against the head board and her feet pointing off the edge of the bed and then relaxed again.”That was incredible,” she said.”Yes it was,” I said.I turned around, looking out of the bedroom for the bartender but didn’t see him. I looked down at her and felt a love for her so much different than I’d felt before. I felt I knew her better. I had seen a part of her I had never seen before. I’d helped to give her a type of pleasure she hadn’t experienced before, even if she didn’t know exactly why or what had happened.I got into the bed and lay beside her on my side, facing her. I propped my head up on one arm so I could look down at her body. I started caressing her with the other hand, lightly moving over her stomach and breasts and sides. She sighed and moved over closer to me.”Are you going to untie me?” she asked.”Does it hurt?” I asked.I looked at the ropes to see if they’d tightened any or if she’d tangled her hands up in them. They looked fine.”No,” she said. “Just wondering.”Instead I took off her blindfold slowly, pulling it over her hair, and then dropped it on the bed. She held her eyes closed for a bit and then slowly opened them, getting used to the light.She turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were tired but glowing with a satisfied hunger. I touched her face and we kissed softly.We kissed for a while, our mouths opening more, our tongues eventually touching, and my hand moved from her face down her body, cupping a breast, softly rubbing a nipple. She sighed into my mouth, kissed me hard, and then pulled back.”Are you already wanting to go again?” she asked, a smile on her lips.I looked down between our bodies, at my erection I’d been rubbing against her butt.”If you can,” I said, sliding my hand down between her legs.She gasped when my fingers lightly brushed over her clitoris.”That’s not very fair,” she said with a grin.She closed her eyes and shifted on the bed as my fingers slid further down and entered her, making her gasp. “I can stop if you want,” I said.”I’m tied up,” she sighed. “You can do whatever you want.”I grabbed her leg closest to me and lifted it over my waist as I moved in closer to her and she shifted her hips towards me. I felt her wet soaked pussy, knowing I was touching another man’s semen and that a lot was still inside of her. I grabbed my erection and rubbed the head between her labia, over her opening, coating the head. When I entered her, I slid in so easily it was bliss and my whole body shuddered. I almost came immediately thinking about being where another man had just been. I had to hold still, buried half inside her and ran my hand up and down her leg d****d over me, touching her stocking, lifting her foot to touch her shoe, then lowering it softly and slid my hand down her stocking to her garters, over her waist to her stomach and then down to her pussy again.I touched her wet pussy and my own shaft buried inside of her. I had to pull out of her to stop from coming. I let my penis lay against her opening and slid my hand back and forth from one thigh to the other, lightly grazing her clit each time. She made light sighs as I touched her.I opened her pussy wider with my hand and then pushed the head of my dick into her, gliding in easy with no direction or touch. I shifted my body down further and twisted my hips to push into her deeper. I started moving in and out of her like that, holding her open, pulling all the way out then sliding back in as far as I could. I had to go slowly to not come too soon. She moaned and nestled her hips in closer to me and put her far leg over my legs. I moved my hand from her pussy to her thighs, wanting to feel the stockings as I fucked her, still pulling all the way out and sliding in again.I thought of how the bartender had fucked her so hard and deep, and how I was now doing the exact opposite. Still she was enjoying it, luxuriating in it like a warm bath. I’d never fucked a pussy so open and wet. I was on the edge of coming the entire time, pulling out for a few seconds sometimes to hold on until I finally decided I didn’t want to hold on anymore.I slid my arm around her waist, pulled her legs onto my hips and started fucking her harder. She stretched out her arms, grabbed onto the ropes and took me inside of her. I drove as deep as I could for several strokes until finally the come erupted down the length of my erection and burst inside of her. I’d never come so hard or for so long. I kept pushing into her as hard and deep as I could and my cock felt like it was pulsing and bulging as each surge of semen pumped down the length of me and into her. She gave a small cry and I rubbed her clit bringing her a small orgasm, making her pussy tighten around me, threatening to push me out, as I pushed into her, so I had to hold still as she came, my cock still pumping stream after stream of come into her.It passed over her quickly and her pussy relaxed but I still squirt into her several more times, small jerks that made my body shake. I thought of my semen now inside of her mixed with the bartender’s and pushed into her deeper, unleashing another spurt inside of her. I didn’t move until my dick inevitably shrank and fell out of her. Then, I moved my body from beneath her legs and up the bed to untie the ropes. When her hands were loose she turned onto her side to face me, put her leg over my hip and her hand on my head to stroke my hair.We lay there tangled in each other for a while. As she fell asleep I lay there thinking about what had happened, what I had done. I looked to the doorway wondering if I’d see the bartender standing there watching. I wondered why I was disappointed that he wasn’t.

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