Ms Fantasy
The Unknown…
She couldn’t see them but she could hear their voices. They weren’t loud enough for her to be able to identify who the men were … just whispered voices at the end of the bed. She knew one must be her husband and another her lover but there were others.
Were the voices familiar, were they men that she knew? Had she spoken to them when they had come into the shop that her business shared with the business of her lover?
There was no way she could tell. The blindfold covered her eyes completely and she couldn’t remove it for her wrists were tied gently but firmly to the head of the bed.
She was here by choice but still she was nervous, scared, anxious, excited, wet, wanting it to start but wishing she had never mentioned it to her husband. A fantasy was meant to be held within … not lived, not endured not experienced and not enjoyed in reality.
At least that was what she thought but her husband thought otherwise and when he mentioned it to her lover they agreed that it would happen and now it was. She was not told who the men would be and she was already blindfolded and tied to the bed before the men came to the house.
And now on a summer afternoon her fantasy was about to turn into reality. It was not the thought of other men that excited her for she had enjoyed other men … many other men. It was not the thought of multiple other men for she had enjoyed those too. Her husband and her lover together and separately with others, plus multiple other men, too. She had been a whore, lived a life of sheer debauchery and had relished every encounter but this was different.
Now there was a blindfold and she could not see who would have her, there was bondage and she was helpless. She was into total submission, a complete slave to their desires and she knew that they would use her this day to satisfy their own desires.
There were unknown men too; men she might have known if she could see them. Would she look on them tomorrow at the shop, men who had used her body and left their seed inside her and she would not know them?
Would they look on her tomorrow safe in the anonymous darkness of the blindfold and know the feel of her body, the curve of her full ripe breasts, the wet hot pleasure of her most personal places and the moan of her orgasm?
She felt the mattress give way on either side of her as two of them joined her on the bed. Who were they? Were they her husband and her lover or were they the strangers that she did but did not know?
She hoped for the strangers.
A hand touched her thigh and pushed her short skirt even higher to reveal her naked pussy to those who were watching.
And her wildest dreams began.