Tease Three

“Trust you? I don’t even know you…” I snickered. At the time it seemed like the only appropriate response; especially since I had only ever been in the company of his wife – and never him alone “…are you offering that I engage in something that requires trust on my part?” I package the question with a devilish grin as my mind reels and anticipates the fornicating I hoped would proceed this conversation.

“Perhaps, but trust is neither here nor there… the correct question should be will you permit me?” He matches my grin, and ups the ante with ever increasing crows feet. Then raises the par as he runs his fingers through his graying coif; almost as if he knows that excites me, and deemed the challenge irresistible.

Then, his voice softened but still exuded an err of confidence “Considering I know what you’re thinking at the moment, it would be wise to permit, wouldn’t you agree?”

I think back, moments earlier when the cries of passion echoed through the empty home. Cries of passion from his wife, and my husband. And why hadn’t they returned from their love fest? Perhaps it was my turn and they sit stagnant in the other room waiting to hear permitting returns from us. Or, maybe they were waiting for us to join them?

Either way I needed to make up my mind, he was approaching quickly…and the moment felt too good to be true. I now heard the words like slow motion, creeping from my lips and spilling into his ear like a sweet song “I permit you.” His face glowed, and he smiled once again, only with excitement.

Upon hearing my acceptance his approach changed direction, he pivots over to a small oak box near the dart board and retrieves something from it. Masking it in his hand, he returns and steps behind me, almost as a vulture stalks it’s prey. “I am glad…” he soothes under his breath, “let the games begin.”

With that he reaches over my head with both hands and secures a black velveteen blindfold to my face… He then begins to monologue:

“Touch is one of our most heightened senses, especially when one of our senses are dulled. To truly experience the full impact of this sense, I must ask you to not worry so much about being blinded, but to concentrate more on your other senses… live them differently….”

He is still standing behind me, but one hand slides up my dress, gliding fingertips along my bare thigh; stopping at the garter belt. Since he is much taller than me, he leans in… I can feel his breath on the nape of my neck, his semi-hardened cock pressing ever so slightly against my lower back.
“… as I touch you now, I want you to tell me how it feels, does it feel differently? Is it perhaps better than were you to see it?”

I answer “It feels really good, better than to see it.”

He chuckles a bit “You’re not necessarily a visual person now are you.”
I chuckle back, apprehensively though… not sure where this is going “I guess not.”

He then responds, the whole breath on neck thing driving me absolutely crazy “What do you want me to touch next?”
“I really don’t care at this point…” I began to tremble a bit as I felt his fingers adventuring into the inner thigh, still gliding smoothly and softly.
“So you’re submissive as well?” He sounds even more excited, and it was confirmed by how hard his cock had gotten in the last few seconds.

I think I understood the game now though, at least a little better. I felt more at ease and playful, to this I replied with a smile “Not always, but tonight perhaps.”

I felt my pubic hair shift and the warmth of his full on hand cupping my pussy, his middle finger rested just between my swollen lips. “Tonight perhaps?” His finger pressed in a little, I felt my legs weaken… ”Feisty too I see, I like that…”

Then he began to slide his finger just a bit, I immediately felt a gush of wetness as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. This feeling was awesome.

“So tell me my submissive feisty one, if I took my hand away… would it displease you?”

“Yes.”

He then removed his hand, I felt panic. Submissive yes; overly submissive?... Yes. What, you’re just going to get me all worked up and leave me here in agony? What the fuck? I could still feel him there behind me, his breath…
“Do not worry your beautiful head…” he ran his fingers down the back of my head, pulling just a bit, “I will not leave you unattended to, I must first prepare you.”

With that he lifts my dress up over my head, removing it. There I stand in nothing but a bra, garter, and shoes…. He then bows to remove my shoes, one after the other he slowly unfastens the buckle, and slides it off of my feet… messaging as he removes them, assisting me to stand so I do not lose my balance (thank god). I was still unsteady from the euphoric cocktails and needed help in that area. His hands rest dutifully on my hips, caressing my sides as he stands, moving back to remove my bra. I feel my breasts liberate as I hear the lace strapless hit the floor. My nipples harden but not from the freedom, it is from the excitement, and his experience in doing what he was doing.
I hear and feel him come behind me again. His kisses come softly to my shoulder; moving up my neck. Taking his time to cover every inch of his trail, his lips are firm… and warm. His hands now cupping my breasts; I reach up to rest a hand on the back of his head, welcoming the affection… needing him to continue. I try to squirm a bit so his finger tips are placed upon nipples, but was not successful… against my half-naked body I could tell he was still clothed... but fully erect.

“So here you stand” he whispers “Almost ready for the party then, aren’t we?”
The kisses come more frequently, aggressively… I am hotter than ever. One hand abandons it’s place and fumbles with my garter belt, popping it off of my thigh-highs; then the other. With one fell swoop my garter belt is gone, soon followed by my stockings which were then used to secure my hands behind my back. Bondage and blind folded... Worrisome? Yes. Bothersome? No.

I felt scared, but excited. This was new to me as it pertains to some one other than my husband…. What was in store for me now; that I stand here blindfolded and secured… while he stands clothed and running the show…. But what’s that I hear? A door sliding open? Yes. Her husband attests “Let’s go then shall we?”

I am led into another room, obviously… I can smell the scents mixing as the air changes; in this new room now heavily hung a hint of candle wax, incense, and fresh sex… It was warmer than where we came from, almost musky. It must be the living room.

This is where my husband and red head should be, but are they? I can’t seem to hear anybody but my accompanier, as well I cannot reach to feel if they are near? I do hear very soft music playing in the background, I cannot distinguish it… perhaps it’s coming from another room… perhaps they are there and we are alone?

So many questions… what a mind fuck.

Somehow, the coupling of the cocktails, scent of the room, and feel of his touch as he guided me to my destination made for a very intense sexual feeling. One I had never experienced feeling before. I suppose we always get this way when we try something new and/or are out of control…

My pussy was so hot and wet from the encounter in the game room, I could feel how lubricated it was when I walked… I became even more excited after that and wished I could just fuck something already and get it over with.

He stopped me short of what felt like a sofa or chaise lounge; at least that’s what my calves were deciphering as they rested against it. I moved to bend over a bit, but his large hands pulled my back to a standing position. “Oh no you don’t…” he cautioned “You’re not bending over… not yet anyway.”

I then felt him step away from me, my excitement was diminishing quickly as I concentrated on how Mc Guyver would get out of this situation… blindfolded and bound, stark naked. This was now making me a bit uncomfortable.. and the anticipation was killing me. I decided I would just stand and wait… perhaps he was admiring me and getting undressed himself.

But then, another sound… Motion on the furniture before me? A limb moving perhaps?

Or maybe more, because all at once I felt multiple hands touching me in various places. I tried to count how many it could be… they were everywhere.

Between throws of sighs and tingles, I managed to count six… Six hands…. Exploring every curve, cleft, valley, and hair.

One hand in particular began to tease my clit a little, while another encircled a nipple, tugging a little on it here and there. Another swept through my hair and grabbed a handful, a hot mouth hit sharply on my collar bone… sucking and licking downwards, owning my right tit. I moaned, not just at the oral pleasure; but due to the finger rubbing my pussy, dipping in to tease me every once in awhile… absolutely enjoying the lubrication I had provided. Another mouth explores the same, fighting for territory with the finger nestled inside of me… I need to lay down, I’m not even to the part where I should orgasm; but I’m about to.