Blind Threesome - Bedroom Fantasies #99

Blindfolded and tied to the bed, it’s time to be shared by my wife. I hear movement, but nothing to tell me who’s there or what they’re doing. The air is cool but pleasant on my skin. Only my cock doesn't feel the cool; the sheath my wife put on it earlier is holding the warmth of my skin.

A hand on my left calf starts sliding up my leg, joined on the right leg seconds later. The touches trail off before reaching the tops of my legs, starting again on my chest, both moving lazily. The bed shifts as they both join me on it. I hear talking, too soft for me to recognise the other voice or what they are saying, but the undertone of excitement is clear. The voices are replaced by a sound that takes me a moment to recognise: kissing. They’re kissing, and I can't see a thing.

One of the hands slides down my body and I moan as it reaches my cock, only to feel frustration as the sheath dulls the touch, feeling only pressure that leaves me wanting more. The hand moves slowly, just firm enough for me to feel it sliding up and down, but never firm enough to get me closer to release.

A shift, and suddenly warm skin is on either side of my head, a pussy against my face. So different to my wife's; the smell, the taste, just as delicious as hers, but new. I push out my tongue and lick, rewarded with an intake of breath. Then I feel it, heat and pressure sliding down the sheath, squeezing my cock inside it, then stillness.

I lick the new pussy again, and this time there’s a soft moan. The pressure on my cock starts to move. It’s clear that if I want more, I have a job to do. I start using my tongue with a passion, determined to bring pleasure to whoever is on my face, needing more myself. Slowly, I sense that I am getting her closer and closer, the trembling in her legs and ragged breathing, matching the movement of her pussy against my mouth until, finally, a gasp and her body grinds against my mouth, pushing down on my face as I lick hard and fast, desperate to take her over the edge before I run out of breath.

A sudden stillness and paused breath are all the warning I get, she cries out, a mixture of a grunt and a scream, finally pushed over the edge, feeling the release that I am desperate for. She slides away from my head and I draw breath as the cool air floods my face.

The movement on my cock speeds up and my wife moans, close to orgasm. A pause, more pressure, but all movement stops. I hear the familiar sound of my wife’s orgasm. Was it enough? Do I get the release I so desperately need? I feel the pressure around my cock pull away and I whimper, unable to form words as even that small sensation is lost.

I hear the unknown voice making small noises, noises that she had been making only a few minutes earlier. It was clear, I was not the only one there for her pleasure. The noises change; my wife joins in, the two mingling, and breaking, making it clear that they were eating each other out, and all I can do is listen. They orgasm and all I can do is struggle, trying for any sensation on my cock but unable to feel more than the sheath.

Time passes, one hand or another stroking my cock in the sheath, never enough to get me close, but always enough to make me whimper. The bed shifts as both women climb off. I hear kissing and then my wife speaks, loud enough for me to hear for the first time.

"This has been so much fun, I'm sorry you’re going so soon. Let’s do this again, maybe for longer next time?"

I hear the door open, then close, and I know I won’t get to know who was just in bed with us. She had seen me desperate, whimpering and thrusting at the air, but I had no idea who she was and would always wonder. Would there ever be a knowing smile? A hint? Or would it remain a mystery?

Submitted by Owen from Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

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