I affirmatively moaned - the gag prevented him from answering clearly. I could only guess about his reaction - the blindfold tightly closed the view, not letting in the light and only shadows flashed before my eyes. I have been well acquainted with this shadow for more than 10 years.
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My husband Igor once again decided to play. He frantically fumbled with the ropes, trying to fix my legs behind my head. I played along with him, although the fun with a gag and ropes I already started to bother. Do not think anything bad. I love my husband, although he is not perfect. One of his weaknesses is limited imagination.
I learned the scheme of all such games well. Now I play the role of "recalcitrant whore", which is forced to submit to the will of the master. He is so gorgeous that soon I have to moan frantically when my husband runs his slippery tongue into my cave and violently moves his ass when he snorts and grunting, fucking me, periodically stopping to extend the process as long as possible. In the end, he will not stand it. And I will feel how his hot sperm fills me, and the penis pulses furiously, the advanced tremor to my vagina. Then he will give me a napkin, and I will remove the traces of his passion from my body. Under the shower, the last drops of unsatisfied lust will flow out of me, and again I will become an exemplary housewife, a decent wife and a hardworking manager at work. And something passionate, vulgar, frightening will continue to languish in the back streets of my enslaved, mutilated personality complexes.
But this time everything went according to another scenario. When Igor had already finished messing around with the ropes and began to pronounce the standard set of phrases: “Slut”, “I fuck you now”, “Do you want it? Slut, do you want? ”- the doorbell rang, which interrupted our game.
“Well, who else is pinned there? - Igor voiced my thoughts. - I'll go find out.
His hands released my ass. Like a prey that had fallen from the paws of a predator, she collapsed on the bed. Shadow, rustling shorts and snorting discontentedly, moved toward the door. There was a creak, the room sank into silence. Suddenly it was so quiet that I heard my breath. It grew louder and louder. His thoughts flashed vague desires and indecent images. The acrobatic pose, in which Igor left me, revealed all my charms. But only the husband admired and used them, and now someone unknown wanders about two meters from me. Let him outside the door, but I can hear him, smell him, and lie helpless and defenseless. Thoughts were confused, the images merged, but the excitement was growing.
Somewhere in the corridor there were steps, rustles. There was a sharp smell of tobacco and some cheap cologne. Male voices arguing about something. The intensity of the sounds indicated that the argument was intensifying. My heart pounded furiously. A lump in his throat. I have never felt so unprotected.
The door creaked. Steps. Closer and closer. “Uh, the familiar rustle of shorts is a husband,” flashed through my head. The heart, which was ready to jump out of his chest, calmed down
I exhaled.
“I asked you to put the car on the handbrake,” freezing my mouth, Igor shouted, “what's not clear? Lever between the seats? ".
From the unexpected change of roles, I was confused and did not find a decent answer guiltily whispered: "Forgive me!".
"Sorry, what? - Igor continued even more aggressively. - The third time, how much is possible? How to teach you? Make the most work out? Maybe if they fuck you with a crowd, do you remember? ”- the husband continued to sleep me with insults.
I gradually regained consciousness and tried to object. “Untie me, now I'll talk to them and decide everything,” I suggested, trying to defuse the situation. But my husband continued to pour reproaches and accusations against me. I tried to free myself, but this time the ropes were tight.
“Quickly untie me,” I demanded in a threatening tone.
But the answer was unusual - the husband put the gag back in place and slapped my ass so hard that it drained my buttocks. I still moaned something, snuffled, tried to resist, but all was unsuccessful. Igor left the room, slamming the door.
Silence again. Behind the door are some rustling, whispering and draft. “Oh no,” - flashed through my head, “a draft means the door to the room is not closed, and I am directly opposite the door, demonstrating my charms.” My heart pounded again. Blood hit in the head. A blush of shame spread across his face, slid down his chest to his stomach, then he reached his hips up to the clitoris and made him swell. The sounds approached, and it seemed that right next to me someone unfamiliar said: “Well, Igor, go and see for yourself why I should lie to you!”.
Then again the steps and rustles. Lazy lock our front door. “Uh, gone,” I thought, and tried to smile, but the gag cut my lips, not allowing me to open my mouth.
It was quiet around, only unfamiliar smells continued to excite my heart, returning to vulgar fantasies. My comfort was interrupted by a sharp sound that came from the corridor. Something broke and splinters scrapping the tiles scattered around the kitchen.
"Oh, God, I'm not alone in the apartment, - everything is spinning in my head - Igor left me with a stranger?" My thoughts interrupted by the creaking of the door. Linoleum rustled - "it means that someone heavier than her husband entered the room," I thought.
The room was filled with the smell of tobacco. A big shadow hung over me. I hid, tried not to breathe and not to move. The sound of the belt and unbuttoned fly made me quicken. I mumbled, almost intelligibly: “Who is here?” But there was no answer, only burning breaths burned my thighs and ran through the vagina, dissolved between my buttocks.
Heat and awe seized my body. I tried to move my butt and close my legs, but my hips slid against each other and spread helplessly to the side even wider. Someone vulgar and depraved in the depths of my essence let out how many drool and now they oozed out of my vagina. And then their drops ran over the sponges and slid along the buttocks.
Again I felt the stranger's breath between my legs. He barely touching me with the tips of his lips, examined my holes. Inhaled my scent. I used my helplessness and looked where I wanted without asking permission. There, where even my husband was not allowed to approach.
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I felt the heat and pressure between the buttocks. The head of his pulsating member easily pierced the defenses of my two halves and invaded inside, but only peeked in there, stopping at the entrance.
“Oh no, just not there,” I whispered unsuccessfully, “anything but this.” The stranger could not hear, much less parse my requests, but apparently caught the general mood. The head of the penis released the virgin anus and sharply, accompanied by a rich sound, entered the vagina. I did not have time to realize and prepare for new sensations. Everything around has come into motion - me, him and everything around. His member boldly and without intelligence penetrated into such distant corners of my feminine nature, where no one had previously visited and whose existence I did not suspect. He did not feel sorry for me. Each time he invaded deeper and deeper, and moved faster and faster. His balls, like nuclei, with a long siege of the fortress, fiercely beat on my buttocks. The head of the ruthless male periodically flew out of the vagina, but quickly found its way back, filling it with its power and warmth. I tried to squeeze my lips to leave a member longer in myself and enjoy his passion. But he was completely in control of the situation and preferred to break out into the open, and then, under the "singing" of the vagina and my moans, come back. The hands of a stranger, like the tiger's claws dug into my ass and directed her towards his fang. But he tormented my flesh, scratched and gnawed the labia, roared somewhere inside and burst out again after enjoying my juices ...
Oh, how did I groan, tear my gag in my teeth, choke on saliva, snuffle, growl, pray that he would continue. And he did not stop for a minute, not for a moment. It seemed his cock was getting bigger and bigger. And so he filled me all. Everything inside me was filled with his warmth. It penetrated into every corner of me, into every cell, into every atom. Everything shuddered. Everything was spinning: shadows, thoughts, sounds, smells ...
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While I was wandering in the labyrinths of bliss, the stranger, panting, slid off the bed and quickly left the room. In the corridor, something rumbled, and then the front door lock clanged. I managed to get rid of my fetters. When I removed the bandage nothing resembled the recent madness. Only drops of sperm, which are oozing profusely from my vagina, argued that it was a reality, not a fantasy.
By the time my husband arrived, I eliminated all traces of my crime and met him, getting out of the bath. He was in a good mood.
“Can you imagine, agreed with those guys! - Igor, stunned me. - Everything is normal, and the traffic police will not call and we all forgive. Well, you're happy with me ”- he finished smiling.
“Or maybe it was a husband,” flashed through my mind, and I blurted out:
"So it was you?"
"What? Where, I? ”- Igor interrupted me.
I did not continue this conversation, fearing its outcome and consequences. Now, when we remember that day, the husband smiles for some reason, but the man who parks nearby looks at me lustfully. Almost two years have passed since then, and I still do not know who it was.