1 comments/ 46354 views/ 29 favorites Bound for Fun By: MuyLargo1 I reached out my right hand, feeling around in the dark for the last handcuff. Lying spread eagle on the floor, cock sticking straight up and throbbing with anticipation, I stretched out to clasp the last cuff tightly around my wrist. My wife was at a friend's baby shower, but had told me she would be home around 8, which was only 15 minutes away. I had just showered and shaved (yes, my face, but also my cock and balls) and had decided to surprise my wife of five years with a little show when she got home, so had dug out our four handcuffs, a blindfold, and some additional rope so I could properly present myself in the living room when she came home. After tying the ropes off to various fixed points in the room (including a couple door knobs and the staircase banister), I had dragged the other ends of the ropes to the middle of the room. I then tied up four handcuffs, and started to cuff myself down. I began with the easy part, first affixing a cuff to each of my ankles, binding my ankles about two and half or three feet apart from one another. I then laid back. The rest would take a little more flexibility, something for which I am not known. I first reached above and to the left, cuffing my left arm above my head. I then grabbed the blindfold, which I had earlier tied to the right size and then left lying where I could reach it easily. I slid it down over my eyes and laid my head back. Now the hardest part, trying to affix the final cuff with one hand and no vision. After wiggling around and flopping the cuff back and forth about ten times, I finally got it wrapped around my wrist and was able to clasp it shut. Done. Now the waiting. My cock was rock hard in anticipation. My wife and I love to play kinky games on occasion, and I knew that she would be excited to come home and see her toy all tied up and waiting for her. With the blindfold on and my body tied up rigid (in every way possible) I began to think of what she might do to me. Would she go slow, torturing me while kissing every inch of me except the parts I so wanted her to touch? Or, would she quickly grasp my cock with her hand and suck it as deep as she could down her throat, licking and slurping at my cock? Or, would she decide that she needed to have a little of her own fun first, and place her wet pussy at my mouth until I brought her to climax with my tongue? Would she impale her pussy on my hard cock? So many options, each one exciting for its own reasons! My heart was racing with anticipation as I lay, totally immobile, naked on the living room floor. It's not always easy to tell time when your senses are blocked, but it sure seemed like I had been there more than 15 minutes. My heart started to slow, and my cock slowly grew flaccid. My ears remained on high alert, however, ready for any sign of my wife. I began to worry about what I would do if she came home long after she had told me. I didn't want to (nor could I) sleep this way, and eventually laying spread eagle tied up on the floor was likely to start to be pretty painful. I began to wonder whether maybe I should have given myself a means out of this situation in case she ended up being late, but quickly put it out of mind, knowing that it was going to be well-worth it when she got home. I love the feeling of loss of control, and my beautiful wife knew well by now how to drive me crazy. At this point, I should probably tell you a bit about my wife. She is a dark haired beauty, with jet black hair, a soft, heart shaped face, deep brown eyes, and a killer body. About 5'6", she weighs around 115 lbs with perfect C cup breasts with the cutest little pink nipples on top. They're almost small for the size of her breasts. She also has an amazingly tight pussy. She occasionally waxes that, although recently it was just neatly trimmed into a patch of hair just above her pussy. I knew she would enjoy my newly shaved body. The last time I shaved my cock she commented on how large it made my cock look. I guessed that when she saw it, she would want to immediately lower her sopping wet pussy on it and ride it hard. As I imagined her wetness enveloping me I immediately got hard again. After all this anticipation, I was kind of hoping that she would choose to just jump on and fuck. I was definitely ready for release. Another 10-15 minutes passed, and I again worried that I had maybe chosen the wrong night for our adventure. I had not brought my cell phone out from the bedroom with me (being a bit tied up and not able to answer anyway) so was not sure whether I had gotten a call telling me she would be late. I had thought to turn on a little music, so I at least had that to listen to, but it had blocked me from even being able to hear if my phone rang in the other room. All I knew was that I was beginning to grow a little uncomfortable after what seemed like an hour. Finally, I heard a car pull into our driveway. She was home at last. My cock immediately surged to life in anticipation. I had positioned myself in the middle of the living room, the first place she would walk as she entered the front door (we had no garage, only a driveway). There would be no missing me. I smiled at the thought of her walking in, finding me blindfolded, naked on the floor. I heard the car door slam. My heart was racing as I thought about what would happen in 20-30 seconds. I could not wait... Another door slammed. And another. Then I heard faint laughter and the sound of various female voices outside in the driveway. Oh crap! This was not the plan. I immediately came to life, squirming and stretching, trying to find some way to extricate myself from this situation. Why had I done such a good job tying myself down? I had left no key within reach, not that I could have done anything with it in my position in the 20 seconds it would take for them to get to the door. My only hope was that my wife Sarah would enter first and somehow run an audible to fix this situation. The female voices grew louder. I could make out my wife's voice, but couldn't really place the others as they all laughed and moved closer to the door. I heard the door handle turn. I braced myself, my face red with embarrassment yet my cock rock hard in anticipation. The door slammed open. The laughter quickly turned to a gasp and shocked silence. "Oh shit!" I heard my wife exclaim, and then the door slammed shut again. Well, that wasn't so bad. Although I assumed that at least one or two others from the group (whoever they were) had obviously seen me from the sound of the gasps I heard, it appeared that Sarah had thought quickly on her feet and would soon have me out of my situation. After a moment there was laughter outside. Not the most reassuring sound to a rock hard man lying on the floor on display, but understandable due to the situation. Obviously, the facts of what they had just seen took a moment to digest, and were amusing to the ladies outside. I heard some muted discussion that I couldn't quite make out, and then, a minute later, the door knob turned once again. Because I was blindfolded I couldn't tell who had entered, but I was sure that Sarah had entered to save me. "Hey babe." I said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were bringing over friends. Hopefully no one saw too much, huh? I'll just go hide in the bedroom forever after you get me out of this. I have never been so embarrassed." There was no answer. I could tell someone had just stepped over me, but I couldn't tell what she was doing. "What's going on babe? Where are you going?" She walked out of the room. Again no answer. I heard shuffling around in the room next door, and then what sounded like rifling through drawers. Maybe she was looking for the key. "Hey, the key is on the table in the dining room if you're looking for it," I called out. Then, I heard footsteps back toward me. I felt a hand reach down to my face, and then someone bending over me. In a moment, I felt soft lips on mine. My wife's beautiful, soft lips. A little confused as to why I wasn't untied yet, I nevertheless enjoyed the kiss and began to kiss back What man with a raging hard-on wouldn't? Too soon, she broke the kiss and brought something else over my mouth. Some kind of fabric. I opened my mouth to ask what was going on but was quickly muffled when she pulled the fabric tight against my mouth and tied it behind my head. What the heck? Had she sent her friends away so she could have fun? I wouldn't mind it, though I was a little embarrassed that whoever had come home with her had to know exactly what was going on after they left. I heard more shuffling around and drawers opening and closing. I tried to call out a question but could only get out muffled grunts against the gag. A minute or two later she was back, again hovering over my head. I felt her hands on both sides of my head. What was she doing? I felt something being placed over both my ears. Headphones? Yep, a minute later it was confirmed that I had headphones on as I began to hear music pulsing through my ears. My confusion and embarrassment was doing a number on my cock, as it grew flaccid once again. I was ready to be untied or fucked, and just couldn't understand what was going on. I felt Sarah stand up again, and walk away.... Toward the front door... I heard a muffled voice call out, though I couldn't tell what she said because of the headphones in my ears. A minute later, I understood what she had done. Rather than saving me, she had fed me to the wolves. I heard laughter over the music as her friends, whoever and however many they were, came into the living room and stood around. I couldn't see them, but could feel them and hear muted laughter. Even though I couldn't see them, I could also feel their stares at my naked, shaved body. I again tried to call out but could only grunt into the fabric in my mouth. I squirmed around but could barely move; I had done much too good a job tying myself up. I couldn't believe what was going on, my wife was exposing my shaved, naked body to her friends. And, she was doing it on purpose. As I came to the realization of my situation my heart again began to race, and my cock twitched back to life, bringing a chorus of muted laughter over the music and what sounded like clapping. As the moments passed, the headphones began to make more and more sense. I could hear faint voices and occasional laughter, but simply could not make out what was being said, nor could I make out to whom any of the voices belonged. Here I was on display to what had to be four or five (or maybe six) females, and the only one I knew for sure was my wife. Who were the others? Was it her work friends? Was it friends from the shower she just attended? Was her sister there? Sarah had plenty of attractive friends, and right now I was on display to some number of blonde and brunette (maybe even a redhead) beauties who I could not see or recognize. I felt something placed on my chest. What was that? Some kind of small, cold object. A little moist. Then another, and another. And some more. I felt people walk toward me. Although I couldn't see them, I could feel the girls begin to sit down on each side of me. One at my head, what felt like two on my left, one on my right. There was even one between my legs. Then, I felt something wet and cold poured into my belly button and onto my stomach. My senses of touch and smell were primed as all my other senses were blocked, and it became clear very quickly that there were a couple plates of fruit and vegetables on my chest. Interesting. So I was to serve as some kind of naked fruit and veggie tray for these ladies. I felt arms and hands reaching to the objects that I believed to be food on my chest. The laughter and muted talking picked up as I felt hands reach out and grab objects from my chest, and dip them across my belly. Every once in a while I felt someone's arm or hand brush against my cock, which was at full mast and twitching from the touch. It was often the person seated between my legs that did the brushing (I think whoever that was did it on purpose just about every time she reached for a bite) but the others all occasionally also seemed to go out of their way to gently brush my raging manhood. I was going crazy, and couldn't decide what to think. Here I was bound and naked lying on the floor and on display in front of some number of what I believed to be pretty hot women. I couldn't tell who they were, but I could tell that they were ogling me and enjoying my predicament. I couldn't hear what they were saying, nor could I make out their voices. But, I knew they were enjoying themselves with food and abundant laughter. I was obviously embarrassed at my situation, but also incredibly turned on. The "dining" and conversation went on for what must have been ten to fifteen minutes. As the time moved on, the ladies seemed to lose a bit of interest in my rock hard cock, as the "inadvertent" brushes dwindled. In turn, my cock also slowly softened. I was still incredibly turned on, as well as incredibly embarrassed, but eventually I guess the blood decides to flow to some other "essential" parts of the body. I felt the woman at my head stand and then bend over my body to pick up the remainder of the objects on my chest. She then walked away and returned a moment later. I felt her kneel at my shoulder and reach down to my chest with some kind of wet fabric. It only took me a moment for me to realize that she was cleaning me off, starting at my chest and then moving down to my stomach to wipe off the remainder of the dip that had been spread there earlier. As she kneeled over I could feel the cloth of her shirt falling over my skin, and occasionally I felt what must have been her breasts pushing against my shoulder and chest as she continued to wipe me clean. I was fairly sure this was Sarah, as her perfume seemed familiar, although I could not be 100% sure. She stood up and I felt her move away again. A few minutes later, she was back at my head, seated. I then felt the woman to my right reach across my body. She must have been grabbing a towel from whoever had just come back, because she began to use a dry towel to dry me off. She started at my chest, slowly wiping circles across both of my nipples and then moving down to my stomach. In contrast to the first woman, she took her time. She continued to move the towel lower and lower on my abs until she reached my newly shaved cock. She slowly "toweled off" my cock, started at the base, moving up to the head, and moving slow circles around the head. I was quickly back to my fully rigid state. I could again hear muted laughter over the music in my ears, obviously responding to the attention being paid my cock and my response. She moved back down my cock, reaching my balls and cupping each one in the towel in her hand. I was enjoying the attention immensely, with my cock beginning to twitch in anticipation again from this soft caress. However, just as quickly as it started, it was over. She removed her hand from my cock and moved away. There I was again, hard as rock, blindfolded and laying spread eagle, encircled by a group of beauties. As the excitement and pleasure of the recent touching wore off, the embarrassment again rose as I realized my predicament. I couldn't hear anything really going on, and no one was moving. I'm sure there was some conversation going on, but I simply couldn't hear it over the music blaring in my ears. I began to wonder how long we were going to stay like this until I felt the woman at my head reach to my chest again and lay down something light and hard. It felt rectangular and flat, like cardboard. She then laid another, and then three more. Some more time passed, and one of the ladies laid what appeared to be two more of the same objects on my side. Then another. Then it started again. No one was really paying attention to my cock, these new objects appeared to be the focus of their attentions, at least as far as their arms and hands were concerned. Eventually, the woman at my head picked up all the objects on my chest, and started the cycle again. It only took me a hand or two to realize they were playing poker. Turn one card, then another, and then the river. I couldn't tell what they were betting, as all I felt on my body (again the "table," if you will) was the cards being set out, hands being folded, and hands being shown. The women were moving around some, especially between hands, but to my never-ending frustration this didn't result in any brushes with my cock or balls. My cock was almost flaccid now, still engorged from all the excitement but a bit "let down" by the lack of attention. This went on for what must have been thirty to forty-five minutes. Someone would shuffle the cards on my chest, and another hand would start. Having been tied up for about two hours now, give or take, all of my body was getting stiff, not just the good parts. I was unable to voice any complaint, however, not that the ladies would have paid a complaint any heed anyway. Eventually, the card playing came to a stop. I felt everyone around me stand up and walk away from my body. I couldn't hear anything going on. There had been spots of laughter throughout the card game (as there had been throughout the night) but now there was nothing. Just the sound of music playing in my ears. I laid there, wondering what was going on. Had everyone left? Still nothing. No movement around, no laughter, no loud talking. At one point I thought I might have heard some discussion going on, but it really was impossible to tell and it only lasted a few seconds, so probably not. I wasn't too worried, as I assumed that Sarah would untie me once everyone left. There was no way she would leave me like this all night. However, I was extremely curious as to what was going on and frustrated by my total inability to use any of my senses to figure out what was going on. Was everyone just sitting on the couches watching me quietly, and I couldn't tell? Were they enjoying my total lack of control? Or, had everyone left? Had they moved to another room? If so, why? My frustration level rose as the minutes passed by. Of course, it could have only been five minutes, my sensory deprivation was definitely playing tricks on me, but it was still frustrating. Finally, I felt movement above me. Was Sarah here to finally untie and unbind me? Whoever it was walked from my feet and then stepped over my waist so that her legs were on each side of my chest. She was standing there for a moment, and I could almost feel her looking at me, even though I couldn't see her. Slowly, she began to kneel, placing her feet at my chest, and her knees on my shoulders. Her hands reached down and removed the cloth from my mouth. My cock began to twitch and grow once again. After an agonizing few seconds I could feel soft skin above my lips, as she pressed down on my face. My eyes rolled back into my head in pleasure as I opened my lips and stuck my tongue into a soft, wet pussy. Obviously, my wife had let her friends go home and was now going to use her toy, and I was more than happy to oblige. Her pussy lips were soft and smooth as I stuck out my tongue and licked long strokes up and down the slit of her pussy, and then avoided the slit and licked large circles around her pussy. I got to the top of the slit with my tongue, and could just feel the hint of her well manicured thatch of hair. I then took a long stroke back down to the bottom. As I continued to tease and torment, I could feel her getting more and more excited. Wetness started to ooze out of her inviting pussy, and she began to grind her pussy harder and harder into my face. Finally, I felt her reach down with both hands to part her pussy wide. Ah how I wished I was not blindfolded, to see inside her folds into the wet, pink love canal where I hoped I would soon be pounding my rock hard cock. Not being able to see, I did the next best thing and tongue fucked her pussy for a good couple of minutes, straining to reach my tongue as deep as I could into her. Bound for Fun I was highly focused on the task at hand. A substantial majority of my blood had again rushed to my raging hard cock, but I was still able to use my remaining senses to enjoy my job. Over the music I began to hear faint grunts and moaning. I could also feel her pushing her pussy harder and harder onto my mouth. I took in a deep breath to smell the aroma coming from the pussy of my increasingly turned on companion. Having my sense of sight blocked had really intensified the smell and taste of the juices dripping from this sopping wet slit as I continued to lick up and down the pussy presented to me. It was almost as if it was sweeter than normal, and more pungent than normal. It was delicious. I decided then and there that we would need to do this blindfold thing again. I could feel her getting hotter and hotter and grinding harder and harder as she pulled her pussy lips as far apart as possible and ground her nub deep into my tongue. I could tell what she wanted. Slowly, I began to encircle her clit with my tongue, first circling one way, and then the other. Then, I flicked her clit back and forth. Finally, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and after sucking a few times placed little kisses on it. Then, back to the circling, only faster this time. I circled around faster and faster and heard her moans a little bit louder above the music being forced into my ears. I took a break, and tongue fucked her deeply, and tasted more and more sticky wetness on my tongue. I then went back to circling her clit, this time moving my tongue as fast as I could. She squeezed her knees against my cheeks and bore down hard on my face, then screamed out as I again sucked her clit into my mouth. Her pussy shot out warm, sticky liquid all over my lips and cheeks as I felt her body tremble and reach orgasm. She screamed again and again and ground her pussy into my mouth. I released her clit and began to lick up all the juices that had just exploded from her orgasm. Wow! I am not sure I had ever made her cum like that before. Obviously the reality of my situation all night had an effect on more than just me. I felt her coming down from her orgasm. I laid little kisses up and down her wet and sticky pussy, and continued to lick up and down her slit. My cock was raging, I was ready to fuck and was ready her to impale that pussy on my rock hard cock. If I would have had the use of arms and hands, I would have directed her immediately there, but in my "situation" I would have to wait for her to show me a little mercy. Eventually, she sat up, with her feet still at my sides and her knees still at my shoulders. She stayed there for a good minute without saying or doing anything. I wasn't sure what she was doing, was she just waiting to come down from her orgasm before moving? I didn't blame her, as it had obviously been extremely powerful, but I was again frustrated by my loss of control and lack of perception. She sat there, with her knees on my shoulders and her pussy still what must have been 6-8 inches above me. I could still smell the strong aroma coming from it, and occasionally felt a drip down onto my chin. Eventually, I felt her lean forward and put a hand (or two perhaps?) above my head, so that she was supporting herself on her hands and knees. I then felt one of her hands at the bottom of my blindfold. Slowly and carefully, she lifted the bottom of the blindfold exposing my eyes to the light. It had been a good hour or two since I blindfolded myself, so it took a moment to adjust to the light. However, after that moment, my eyes focused on the beautiful, milky white legs surrounding my head, coming to a point at a... Holy crap! Those milky white legs came to a point at a beautiful glistening and engorged pink pussy that was topped off with a patch of well-manicured, RED HAIR!!! I should have known from the milky white legs (my wife has a darker complexion) but it took seeing this closely cropped patch of red hair to realize that I had just sucked off a redhead whose identity I HAD NO IDEA!! Because of her position above me, all I could see was her legs and pussy. I could see a bit of her belly and could tell that her breasts were naked and free, but I couldn't really get a glimpse of them. She gave me five, maybe ten seconds to inspect her goods and then reapplied the blindfold before I could look around better, adjust to the light, and maybe identify who it is I had just gotten off. My wife had at least two attractive redheaded friends, Jennifer and Allie, and there was no way for me to know which (if either) I had just made cum ALL OVER MY FACE. I then realized that my mouth was still free. "I would really like to see more." I called out, hoping my sweetness would get some points. However, this only reminded my companion of a job she still had to do. Without a word, she quickly took the cloth gag and reinserted it into my mouth, tying it securely behind my head. She then got up and walked away. Again, I heard nothing but the music in my ears, and couldn't "feel" the presence of anyone in the room. My mind began to race. I really wanted to be able to put a face with that gorgeous pussy that I had just tasted and seen. Was it Jennifer, my wife's friend from college, a red-haired, petite beauty of about 5'3" with striking, dark green eyes, in many's view a celebrity look-alike to Anna Kendrick? Or was it Allie, my wife's coworker who was a little taller (probably 5'7"), with a more oval face, more freckles, large bluish-green eyes, and larger breasts, who I had compared very favorably to Emma Stone on more than one occasion? I really didn't know if either would have been at the shower, so couldn't decided which one it might have been. All I knew was I would never forget that scent, that taste, or that sight... As my mind wandered and my cock continued to throb, I felt the presence of my female friends returning all around me. Again, one sat at my head, and I felt others sit to each side. The evening thus far had been enjoyable, to be sure, but I was again conflicted by the total vulnerability of being displayed naked in front of these ladies, with no idea who they were (other than my wife). I was also a little embarrassed by the fact that they had to know what had just happened, as the aroma of my recent companion permeated the room. There was little movement for a minute, and again I could just imagine eyes staring at my raging hard on. I felt movement between my legs, as someone sat down right below my cock. Then, fingers slowly gripped my cock. I had been brushed against plenty of times through the night, but this was different. This was purposeful. The fingers tightened, and then slowly began to slide up and down, up and down, on my now raging hard on. As the fingers continued to jack me off, I felt something at the tip of my cock. Wet, slightly bumpy, a tongue, slowly began to lick circles around the sensitive tip of my cock. After the excitement of the evening, I was not going to last long, as I felt the tongue focus on the sensitive underside of my cock. Suddenly, I felt her mouth open wide, and my cock sucked deep into someone's mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt an expert begin to suck me off, pushing my cock deep into her throat and rising back up to the tip, sucking on the head and then pushing down hard once again. She began to build up a rhythm, sucking me deeply in, then rising up till I was almost completely extricated from her mouth, before sucking me in once more. I was in heaven, and could feel the hot cum rising to the surface as I grunted in ecstasy and pushed against my restraints. My "friend" (as she was definitely on my friend list now) could feel my cock changing as well. Suddenly, she let my cock go out of her mouth with a "pop" and began to jack me off furiously. I felt the cum rise and then explode out, shooting out hot ropes of cum one after another. Some landed on my chest, some on my leg, and I assume some on the ladies around me. There was some quick movement to my side as I came, so I assume there was either a direct hit, or someone was moving to get out of the way. I lay there for a moment, beginning to notice the stickiness more on my chest and legs as I came down from my orgasm. There was no movement to clean me off, although I did again feel slight movements all around me. I began to wonder what everyone was thinking. Sure, it was exciting to get a blow job and to orgasm after having been on the verge for so long tonight, but now I began to think about what all these ladies had just sat down and watched as one of their troop went down on me. I was about 75% sure this again was not my wife. I have had a fairly spectacular blow job from Sarah on more than one occasion, but this mystery woman just felt different. However, I was so caught up in the pleasure that I hadn't really thought to compare the experience too closely to prior ones. And even if it was her, it was embarrassing to have done that in front of others. Sure we had talked about letting people watch before, or having a threesome, but had never followed through with those plans, and in my mind in all those plans I would at least know who we were with. This was an entirely new and unplanned experience. I finally told my mind to just shut up and enjoy this. Who cares who was watching, that blow job was amazing AND I had gotten to lick and suck a beautiful pussy tonight. I was thinking too much, a problem I often have. I decided then and there to just enjoy the rest of the night, whatever was in store. Just as I finally came to my senses and began to enjoy my situation again, I felt the ladies all get up and leave me. This wasn't anything knew, so I didn't worry too much. Sure, I was a sticky mess, but I could handle it. I laid still and just waited in anticipation for whatever was next. And waited. And waited. I was getting sore. I am fairly certain that I had heard nothing or felt nothing for 15-20 minutes now. By this point, I would estimate I had been tied up for over two and a half hours. My muscles were aching, and there was no stimulation around me to distract me from the aching. I tried to move against my restraints again, but no luck. I tried to sound out to get someone's attention, but the gag limited me to mere grunts. So much for just enjoying it. I was now getting annoyed that I had been left here for this long. However, my movements and attempts to extricate myself apparently had some result. I felt someone walk by my head. Then, I felt a hand reach to my ear and remove the headphones completely. Finally... I then felt warm breath on my cheek and ear, and smelled the scent of Sarah's perfume. Her mouth right by my ear, I heard her whisper: "Hey baby. Everyone enjoyed the show. I guess you didn't get my message about coming back over with some friends... Or... maybe you did, and you're just a little kinkier than I realized. Either way, we ALL enjoyed it. Don't worry, everyone's gone now. I've just been sitting here enjoying my show and waiting for you to revive so I can have my turn... That's right, I haven't had my turn yet. Don't know if you could tell, but that pussy you tasted wasn't mine. That belonged to our poker winner. We played strip poker, and that was the prize for the winner. That's right, you tasted one of my friend's pussies. I wonder how it tasted. Could you tell it was different? Did it turn you on? And yes, that means that we were all naked sitting around you at one point and you didn't get to see any of us. We saw you though! You even came on some of us... That was our poker loser (the first one naked in our little game) that had to give you a blow job. Again, not me. Does that turn you on? Oh yes it does, I can tell because I see your cock coming back to life for me. Well get ready, cause I am horny and ready to use that cock for my pleasure... Oh, and by the way, that's all I'm allowed to tell you. I will never tell you who was here, or who you ate out. That was the agreement we made. Sorry." I could tell by her voice that she wasn't really sorry. I just smiled (as best I could with a gag in my mouth). She was driving me crazy. Of course, from her description it sounded like her friend may have cheated a little when she gave me a glimpse of her sweet pussy. I guess I could have my secrets too. Slowly, I felt hands behind my head as Sarah unclasped my blindfold and gag. She was standing directly over my head, naked. Her voluptuous breasts jiggled in front of her, and her sweet pussy, which she had apparently shaved recently, was opened right above me as she spread her legs to bend down and unclasp the gag. I could see inside the folds to the warm, wet tunnel where I would soon be pumping my raging hard cock. She stayed there for a minute, slowly swaying as she rubbed her breasts, then tweaked her nipples, and then slowly wound her hands down to her pussy. She took her index finger and traced the slit of her pussy, rubbing from the front of her pussy to the back and then to the front again. She did this about ten times, slowly hypnotizing me as she traced her beautiful slit. Then, she took her fingers and slowly spread her lips wide. "You like what you see?" Taking two fingers, she slowly inserted her fingers and then fucked herself above me. She removed her fingers, smiled at me, and offered her finger to me to suck, which I gladly accepted. Slowly, she turned above me, and began to lower her pussy to my waiting lips. When she was just out of reach she kept the tease alive, moving her pussy down from my face onto my chest. She pressed her breasts and her groin hard against my body, taking her pussy and rubbing it hard against one of my nipples, and then the other, mixing her warm wetness with my dry sticky cum from earlier. This was torture, but oh so good, as I took in the view the entire time and felt the folds of her pussy hard against me. Finally, she slowly moved her pussy back toward my waiting mouth, putting us in a 69 position. I aggressively opened my mouth and inserted my tongue. She was driving me wild, and this would be no slow progression like earlier, I was simply out of patience. I dove my tongue deep into her pussy. She gasped, not expecting that so soon, and almost pulled away, before resting her pussy back on my mouth. I tongue fucked her for a minute. After she recovered from the initial shock of my aggressive tongue, she went back to torturing me. She blew softly on the head of my raging hard cock. I continued to tongue fuck her, only now every time I pulled out my tongue I made sure to focus a little more attention on her clit. Eventually, she took her tongue, and softly flicked at the tip of my cock. Then, she took her hands, and laid my hard cock down against my stomach. She licked from the head to my balls, taking one ball, and then the other, softly into her mouth. I stopped tongue fucking her and focused all my attention on her clit. I aggressively circled it, then abruptly sucked it into my mouth, again drawing a gasp from my lovely wife. After sucking softly for thirty seconds or so, I released her clit and began to flick it back and forth and back and forth with my tongue. She started to gyrate against my tongue and ground her pussy harder against my mouth, breathing heavier and letting out little gasps and moans as I continued to attack her clit. Finally, she sucked me deep into her mouth, taking all that she could. She sucked hard, gagging slightly and then moaning as I circled her clit once again with my tongue, faster this time. She released my cock with a pop. She sucked it in again, and this time built a steady rhythm, sucking in and out. I was in heaven.. She began to moan louder and louder against my cock, only increasing my pleasure. I attacked her pussy with a vengeance, circling and flicking her clit. Suddenly, she took my cock deep in her mouth, and screamed a gargled scream as she came furiously onto my tongue, grinding her pussy hard against me. I kept up my assault as she shook against me, until she could take it no longer and pulled away from my mouth. She stood up above me once again, smiling and glistening with sweat and cum. "Look what you do to me" she said as she spread her pussy wide above me showing her deep red, glistening pussy covered in cum and my saliva. She turned around, and moved her pussy down to my raging hard cock. You know how sometimes in a soft, passionate moment, a woman will slowly take her time as she accepts the cock of her lover into her waiting pussy, pushing ever so slowly as first the head penetrates her vagina, and then the remainder of the cock slides slowly in? This was not one of those times. As soon as my cock head was at the slit of her pussy Sarah slammed down hard on me, taking the entire length of my cock in one sharp movement. She immediately began riding me hard, moaning and grunting as she rode the length of my cock in and out of her tight wet pussy. Her breasts swung up and down and she rode me hard and fast. After the evening I had so far, it didn't take long before I again reached the point of climax. Even though I had cum once already, there was no holding back as I groaned out and shot load after load of hot sticky cum deep into my wife's waiting pussy. As my cock grew and exploded, I saw Sarah again reach orgasm as she rode ever harder (if that was even possible), shaking and shouting out "Fuck me!!!!" She rode me and rode me, squeezing every last drop of cum out of my cock, driving me wild as the sensitive feeling of my cock almost couldn't take it anymore. Finally, she slowed her pace, and then stood up. My cock sliding out of her pussy along with the juices of both of our climaxes. She laid down next to me, and turned toward me, "I hope you enjoyed that, because I'm pretty sure that was the best sex I've ever had." We laid for minute until she could tell my restraints were getting uncomfortable again. "Let's get you out of those things and get to bed..." She unclasped each restraint. As I rolled over and began to stand, It felt like my arms and legs were jelly. I quickly sat down to regain my strength, and rubbed my shoulders to try to bring them back to life. She chuckled, "looks like you're a little sore. Was it worth it?" "Absolutely." I answered with a smile.