FARWARD

After a candid conversation with a long time friend, a curious middle aged wife who suspects she could be a bit behind times; decides to spice up her marital sex life. The following story was written by the Author Peterswiftt from surprising detailed facts as told to him by the same lonely widow lady widow who lived it.

My neighbor and I were sitting and chatting over coffee after breakfast one morning when she decided to bring up a book she had just completed. I was never much into reading, but to be polite I asked her the title and she paused, looked me in the eye and answered: “fifty Shades of. ..” and I rudely cut her off.

I don’t know if it was because I wasn’t in the mood, but I didn’t expect that, not from her and without any consideration for her obvious desire to tell me all about it, I found myself explaining: “Oh I’ve heard of that but I don’t understand how any woman could enjoy being tied up and used for sex like that.”

Her smile became curt but genuine as she simply replied: "Pam you'd be surprised."

A bit dumbfounded from that quick of a response, my interest peaked and I couldn’t help but ask her if she and her husband had ever experimented with such things, and I could tell that she couldn’t wait to give me her answer: "not before I asked him to watch the movie with me” and then she grinned.

To this day I don’t know why I became so intrigued with their personal business like I did that morning; my husband Ken and I had been married for many years by then and though things weren’t exactly what I would call perfect, we did manage to settle into our own routine; but that day for some reason I pressed her further and though I wasn’t really ready for her answers, she actually seemed excited to tell me everything: "Pam, it changed our lives! Henry is much more considerate and loving now. .. and our sex, WOW it’s off the charts. There’s just something so exciting from the vulnerability of being tied up that it strips the soul of all inhabitations.”

I guess at that point I wasn’t totally shocked by the boldness in that answer, but I was a bit surprised when she insisted on selling me on it further by detailing everything out until I felt compelled to give her my advice: “Stacey I don’t want to sound old fashioned, but I need to stop you here. Maybe you shouldn't share what you told me with too many people” and she just looked at me and laughed.

I guess at that I must have looked perplexed because she went on to explain how her and her coworkers discuss the topic all the time and even share their personal experiences. When she openly added how some of the woman in her Bible Study Group had experimented and found it to be totally amazing, to support her enthusiasm she added: "hell girl it was even discussed on a ‘Ellen” and a show of hands from that female audience reviled that almost four out of ten woman actually enjoy it" and I started to feel a little uncomfortable.

Though we had been close for several years we’d never before spoke of our sex lives and somehow she never came across as a person who would be so. ..I don't know. .. I guess kinky in a sexually adventuresome sorts of way. .. however as my intrigue grew, I found myself asking more detailed questions and after realizing that she was in the mood to share. .. well I took advantage of listening to everything she was almost too willing to discuss in great detail for me.

That went on uninterrupted for hours and we both were surprised when the sound of the garage door opening brought us back in real time. When I glanced at the clock I explained: “Oh that must be ken! I can’t believe where all our time has gone” and as I gave her a troubled smile, I lowered my voice and requested: “I would very much like to continue this conversation when we can talk about more of this in private” and she gave me a knowing nod.

The moment we stood we heard him walk in and then his remark: "don't let me interrupt you ladies!" Stacey maintained her smile and told us that she had to be getting home anyway and then she gave me a quick knowing hug, thanked me for breakfast and playfully slapped him on his hip pocket before excusing herself to leave.

As soon as Ken saw the door close he couldn’t wait to ask: “What in hell was all that all about?” And breakfast? Why it’s almost four-o-clock!. .. What are you two up to anyway?" And I guess from still being a tiny bit aroused from the detailed depth in that conversation, I boldly confessed that we’d been discussing a book that she and her friends had been circulating about sexual bondage adding how her and her husband had tried it after watching the movie ... and I just sat back awaited his response.

When Ken turned in surprise to stand there just looking at me, I openly asked him if he had ever considered doing anything like that. He took on kind of a suspicious expression (as if he thought my question was some form of a plot to trap him for some unknown reason) and then he cautiously evaded any answer by offering: "After all our years together. .. how can you even think about asking me something like that now?"

I wasn’t at all surprised by his evasiveness, but Ken is a man and Stacy is young and attractive and I had seen him take notice of her at times, so to sweeten the pot and to find out where his mind actually was, I shared in a little more detail of my earlier talk with her; things like how when her husband indulges her she just can’t seem to get enough and begs him for more (ok so I embellished a little bit, but I was curious) and I immediately sensed he was amused.

But even though Ken attempted to direct the conversation away from Stacy (as if he could never be interested in her) I added the part where she shared how most of her other girlfriends who had tried the experience confessed how it improved their sex lives ... and I could clearly see he was a bit surprised by my candor.

When he just stood there considering a way to respond, I made a bold request: "I think maybe we should at least try it sometime. .. don’t you?"

Even though in the back of my mind expectations were running high ... that part was a test.

Ken immediately cocked his head, grimaced and answered: “Listen, those types of things are a big move that shouldn’t be taken that lightly!” And with a wicked smile he didn’t hesitate to remind me: “Look, Stacey and her husband are MUCH younger and obviously more adventuresome than us. If you and I we’re ever to experiment with such a thing it would have to come after considerable thought, ” explaining: “Sweetheart, this is one of those things that can create resentment and a myriad of other marital problems that we don’t have now” and then he said, what he always says, when he wants to remind me: “and we both know you’re not the adventuresome type.”

My intention at that time wasn’t to argue, but for some reason his over emphasized negativity goaded me and I sternly challenged him: “Hey! Just for your information I trust in our marriage and I’m the one who is actually willing to at least give it a try or I wouldn’t have bothered to bring it up” and he immediately blew me off with his standard: “Yeah/Well, I’ll think about it” phrase ... and the more he seemed to be resistant, the more determined I became to make it happen.

CHAPTER TWO:

That evening we had our dinner around seven as usual, followed by our nightly television viewing almost as if we had never broached that subject. But somehow from his actions I could still tell it was very much on his mind; for not too soon after The Nightly News (he insists on watching in bed) he initiated sex and to be truthful it was better than normal ... and I suspected that it had to stem from either our earlier discussion or him fantasizing about a nude tethered Stacy being ravished by her husband Harold.

Well early the next morning at breakfast he seemed uncommonly happy with himself, so I took the liberty of asking him if he had given any further thought to what I had proposed ... and from the change in his expression I instantly knew exactly what was about to be throw in my face.

Understand, I'd been with that man for over thirty years and I could read him like a book; four years prior, near his sixtieth birthday I made the mistake of asking him what he wanted for his big day, the big Six-O; well he thought for a moment, grinned and then half seriously announced: “A threesome with you and one of your girlfriends” and when I didn’t flinch, he seemed to get a little more earnest by adding: “I don’t really care which one, it’s your call, but since you asked me that’s the one thing that would really make my birthday very special.”

Well, I’m sure you can only imagine his disappointment when came home from work to a big red bow on a set of Taylor Made golf clubs and a store bought cake ... and he NEVER quite got over that, in fact, up until the day he died he would bring that up when he felt the subject warranted it.

However, (surprisingly) that time Ken said that he would be willing to attempt it if I would agree to start out slow and that we both had to come to terms and set few parameters. Before I could ask him to clarify, he went on to explain that he didn't want to do it in our home or in our bed in case it caused any resentment that he didn’t want to sleep with every night after. When I didn’t respond, he went on to add: “If you’re serious and we both decide to go through with this thing, we will book a nice hotel room somewhere special and make a memorable evening out of it.”

I must say not only was I pleasantly surprised with his eagerness, I was also amused that he had put that much thought into everything, and then on top of that he proudly announced: “now I will only agree to light bondage with a blindfold and a gag and nothing more, I mean no form of spanking of flogging, I won’t do that” and then he added: “and I think it would wise if we agree on a safe word in case things start to get out of hand, ” and I felt myself smile.

Before I could respond he openly asked me if I would like to add anything. Like I said, I knew that man and even though it seemed that everything was progressing almost too fast, when I stopped to think I actually did have a few: “If I’m going to be restrained for my own enjoyment you must agree to stay away from anything related to my butt and you know that I don’t mind a little oral, but I don’t want to taste ejaculate just because I won’t be able to pull away and make you stop” and when he started to nod in agreement, I added: “and you are not to attempt to put your fingers in my mouth after they’ve been in me, but other than that. .. no.”

Well, the moment everything was settled became the opener for his "poor Ken” farce that I had been expecting and as it reared its ugly head, he grinned his wicked little grin and couldn’t wait to inform me: “Now my agreeing to do all of this is as a concession for you, and if everything works out as something you find very exciting, sometime in the near future I would like to revisit my threesome request”

And because I didn’t want to ruin everything, I took a deep breath to stave off my desire to make a snarky comeback and instead decided to say: "well. ..we'll just have to see."

I guess he thought that was better than my last flat out: "HELL NO, " because he was quick to respond: "Well if you are sure this is what you want, I guess we can try it."

That same evening he looked over my shoulder as we shopped a few online adult toy websites that offered items marker “Bondage for play” and I must say I was relieved that he didn’t ask me to go back after I intentionally scrolled past the ball and ring gag section for common sense reasoning. Not only did I find the sight of them intimidating, I felt I needed to maintain the ability to make verbal objections to anything that had the potential of becoming offensive as (like he had said) things progressed.

Ken really didn’t say much, he just jotted a few things down and surprisingly he didn’t mention it again that evening.

CHAPTER THREE

Several days later FedEx rang the doorbell and when I opened it a young driver asked me to sign for a package. I immediately (for some reason) knew what it was, but even though what he was attempting to hand to me came in a plain brown box, I became so embarrassed that I hesitated to put my name on it. So when I felt my face flush, I just scrawled a signature no one could read while somehow managing to thank him before closing the door: “Damn you Kenneth!! A little notice would have been nice!” I remember grumbling under my breath ... but at that same time I couldn't wait to open it.

Inside were four approximately five foot lengths of soft silky rope, a small box containing a warming gel personal lube, a set of Velcro velvet lined handcuffs with matching anklets and a white satin sleeping mask ... and as my arousal grew I knew that Ken had finally taken me serious.

I was well aware that the contents in my lap were a product of my own imagination and that it was me who walked him through sourcing them. But actually seeing and feeling items that he purchased without telling me, annoyed me somehow and after sitting there for a while I became suspicious to the point of having second thoughts ... when suddenly the phone rang and I heard his voice through a receiver held in my trembling hand, .

“Hey listen Pam, just a heads up “OUR” package shows here that it already shipped and is supposed to deliver sometime today” and before I could complain how it caught me off guard and the new found reluctance that it caused, he lowered his voice almost to a whisper before informing me: “We have a room reserved at the Hyatt Regency on Friday” and I almost (almost) used my phone muscles to adamantly decline that whole damned thing.

“Almost? Yeah right, almost” I told myself after I hung up; but there was still that lingering sensual nuance from him even accepting what I proposed, and hell, since everything was my idea I wasn’t about to do the easy thing and back out; because even though I loved that man, I couldn’t bear the thought of giving him anything else to pout, bitch and complain about. So while keeping everything bottled it up inside, I actually hoped that when and if Friday ever came I would be able to go through with at least some of it, all the while realizing that I wasn’t actually angry with him, because I only had myself to blame.

Well, needless to say, that Friday did come all too soon and I took my shower shaved my legs and groomed quite early that morning ... and then I nervously sat on the foot of the bed for hours trying to decide on what to wear. Oh I had some nice things and even though I’m full figured, a few of them do help me look a bit more slender and under the circumstances I truly needed that self confidence boost (even though at that time I would rather gone in my sweats) but then again, I was at least pleased to find in the back of my drawer a matching set of new, never worn, white silk underwear that I thought could help set my mood ... so I decided to put on a nice dress over those sexy undies and I just sat at the kitchen table trying to convince myself that I was going to enjoy the fruits of my own hasty decision in spite of my reservations.

When Ken finally made it home from work I was over anxious and needed to get out of there so I wouldn’t have time to back out ... and the moment he took noticed of my appearance he remarked: “Wow, you look wonderful, but are you sure you’re still up for this?”

I didn’t bother to answer, I just took his hand while he anxiously grabbed the overnight bag containing our change of clothes and that little box of adult goodies I had packed ... and without mentioning my recent doubt we drove to dinner.

All during that meal I couldn't help but wonder about what would come of us, I know that’s a woman’s prerogative, but as: “we’re not Henry and Stacy, ” kept running through my mind, I couldn’t keep that concern from showing on my face.

My intuition always demanded that I hold a few things back to maintain some sexual mystery in our marriage and I knew at that time I was about to throw that all away in one evening over a single whim; but then again I realized that neither of us were getting any younger and I really didn’t need any head game to insure that Ken would never tire or become even more board with me; “not in this stage of our lives” I thought, so I just tried to smile through my own confusion.

When Ken finally looked up from his plate, he noticed my expression and asked his standard: “What?”

“Oh nothing really, ” I explained: “I was just thinking about tonight” and I ordered another glass of wine.

I know that didn’t get drunk by any means, but the next thing I recall is we were standing in a hotel room in front of a nightstand ... and without a single word spoken between us he started slowly removing my dress. The moment I looked into his eyes, his open mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss the likes we hadn’t shared in years and I felt him unclasp my braw.

Within the soft sound it hitting the carpet he was on his knees with his nose buried in my crotch and the instant I felt his hands on the back of my upper thighs my fingers were in his hair passionately pulling his face deeper into my panties.

As he stood up his thumbs and fingertips momentarily engaged the waistband, but I guess he decided to leave them on for effect. He actually seemed rushed and over anxious somehow, almost paranoid as he glanced around the room with what seemed to be a desire to quickly experience everything before I could find the time for any change my heart. .. and since I could tell that he was more aroused than he’d been in many years, I was proud.

Just as I found the courage to inform him that I would promise to make that evening special, but I preferred not to use the toys, he slowly loosened his tie before gently turning my back to him. With his breathing already shallow and fast he drew us me close ... and oh how I could feel the lump through the front of his slacks press in between the cheeks of my panty covered ass.

After I heard him remove his tie came the gentle feel from cold silk over my face and I felt him tie it at the back of my head where it wouldn’t cover my ears.

He made no attempt to answer me when I scoffed: “so you couldn’t wait to unpack that mask you insisted on?”. .. but I could literally feel the adrenalin trembling through his hands as he took my forearms to assist my new found blindness two steps forward. .. before carefully positioning me on my back in the center of the bed.

In what could only be described as his attempt at a soothing voice, he spoke for the first time since we had entered that room: “Now just relax and let yourself go, I know you’ve been stressing over this for several days, but tonight is your night, so keep an open mind.”

I knew he was unaware of my indecisiveness, but by then I was already into it, I wanted it, I needed it and using the last lingering ounce of my defiant will, I offered my conditioned surrender: “Please take your time and be gentle with me until I see how this progresses” ... and after I took a deep breath and was about to expel it, I heard the sounds of our suitcase unzip and the swoosh from the top flying opening before hitting the wall.

CHAPTER FOUR

When I sensed Ken actions advance more rapidly I knew that was due to his impatience to experience everything new and exciting that we’d never tried before. .. and knowing him, I also knew he feared that at any time I could change my mind. He was moving with such determination that the sounds through my blindfolded state seemed to come from every corner of that room.

I mean I was truly amazed at how proficient he was when he applied the handcuffs and anklets for the first time in our married life and I actually Knew then that Stacy really had something when even my husband’s thought of bondage brought back some spice to our marital bed.

Almost all too soon the erotic sensation from a single soft rope being threaded through a metal ring on each cuff delivered a cool rush of air on my exposed armpits as each wrist was carefully placed above my head before my arms were stretched and positioned far enough apart to be securely tied off at either side edges of the headboard. Then suddenly, swift over anxious determine efforts pushed pillows in under the back side of my knees ... and as I laid there wondering where he could have learned such techniques, the feel of a rope down across my shins became fastened to each anklet before the feel of his hands slowly separated my feet.

From a pure uncontrolled reaction my lips softly spoke his name. .. and with his response more stern and commanding than ever before, I heard his order: “No Talking” and the fact that he finally assumed ownership of what I had proposed literally aroused and heightened my sense of sensuality to levels I had never known before.

As the erotic sensation of each leg being stretched forward, two short lengths of that rope pulling my thighs even further apart soon followed and then came the muffled sounds of rope against metal confirming that my ankles were firmly secured to what only could have been either side of the mattress frame at the foot of the bed.

As those sensual sensations of total helplessness transformed me into a world of deep dark erotic desire, a single touch of his hand fostered a brief memory of having coffee that morning and: “Oh Dear God, Was Stacey Ever Right!”

Suddenly out of nowhere wave after wave of new sensual awareness literally bloomed in the center of my chest before traveling everywhere deep within my total being only to come to rest in a golden sparkle creating ultimate anticipation the center of my mound as the fact that I couldn’t be held accountable for one micro second of what I allowed made the prospect of everything much more inviting.

Then a lengthy pause (perhaps for him to admire his own handiwork) before I sensed the warmth of his presence at my side ... and as he slowly started to engage my right breast, his other hand gently worked the soft fabric of my new panties up in between my vaginal lips and down against my anus ... and: “OH MY GOD!” with my legs firmly bound wide open in the cool open air of that room, I could actually sense the thin cotton gusset become warm and moist from the fluids of my own lust.

I could already feel myself panting like a prom queen, I felt wickedly naughty, sexually charged and erotically motivated as I playfully defied his new rule with one last sarcastic taunt: “Isn’t it a shame you forgot to buy that gag you mentioned before you secretly ordered everything else in a way the delivery would ambush me?”

His reply was soft but curt: "Shush!. .. and you're wearing it. .. so not another word" and as the feel of cold steel just inches below my bare waistline emitted two defined sounds of a quick ‘snip-snip, ’ my brand new panties were cut away and slowly pulled out from under my butt.

Oh how I could smell the heavy sweet aroma of my own musk and feel the moisture from the inner cotton gusset as he passed them over my closed mouth, before being slowly introduced in between my unwilling lips. .. and instantly my objections were muffled as I tried to force words of denial through a fabric that finally came to rest against the top of my tongue.

It was in that very moment that I realized the full effectiveness of the novelty restraints that held me fast while I fought to wiggle and avoid his disgusting action ... and suddenly I realize that the grotesque spread eagle display that I had foolishly insisted on, was what was relinquishing every inch of me for his total pleasure.

But then again, even while I violently shook my head “NO” in an attempt to fling it from my face, I found myself loving every minute of his new found obsession with me.

And then suddenly from the rustling of his clothes and a distinct sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor on the other side of the room, I knew Ken was hastily disrobing and tossing his clothing everywhere as usual ... and I also knew that he couldn’t stand to waste one second of exploiting my own self infliction.

I could actually feel his heat and smell the familiar fragrance of his light cologne as his nude flesh approached my head and from the direction where the mattress sank as he sat close to my face, came a whiff of that full all male musky almond like scrotum aroma. .. and I instantly remembered how it was me who insisted we leave before he had time to shower.

The fact that I was bound, blindfolded, gagged and supposedly held hostage against my will caused that unclean scent to somehow foster much more arousal than I could have ever imagined; for at that time he could have been anybody in my fantasy: “A hard gnarly woodsman, a tall slender range rider right from the saddle, a sexy Spaniard or maybe a bullfighter” those possibilities were endless ... and in my mind I could hear Stacey’s voice: "Pam this will change your life."

My breath caught when large rough hands started in again on my beasts; I imagined that teasing, tweaking taunting and pulling at my nipples with aggression uncommon for him, was actually somebody else. It was a new day, a new way and I found myself uncontrollably fantasizing about another man while submitting to my husband’s will ... and as he gently use each nipple to lift, separate and maneuver the heavy weight of my breasts around for his pleasure, I am not ashamed to say I was imagining him as someone young, curious, strong and virile. .. when suddenly, a long overdue, much needed release started to build.

As every heartbeat began fluttering in my ears, my chest began heaving with each deep breath and as I bore down and reached for every satisfying sensation it was about to offer, I could literally feel the very birth of an electrifying tingle create thick vaginal nectar that oozed down between my legs only to come to rest in the dent of my anus. .. and. .. and. .. and. .. and prior, during and after the most teeth gnashing orgasm for the first time in forever, those hard muscular hands that were engaging my most tender flesh became focused only on my needs!

As his perfectly timed quick release of each nipple instantly restored circulation, an overwhelming sensation became cause for them to grow even more receptive to that touch ... and just before that powerful stimulus ignited the next aftermath of a glowing rush, everything abruptly stopped!

What followed were the sounds of a cellophane and paper before he proudly announced: “you will experience a little mild pressure” and then the extreme feel from something cold and harsh bit into each of my nipples ... and that stinging was so intense that it literally rocked me to my core.

I had NEVER experienced them before, we had never even so much as discussed them and they were not in that box when it came. But instantly I knew they were nipple clamps and it was frightening at first and in no way pleasant. That sensation wasn’t dull and numbing as I had suspected, but it wasn’t unbearable and though I had never experienced anything like it before, the fact he would boldly take full advantage of me in my bound and gagged state, is what seemed to make them even harder to bear, yet still somewhat enticing.

Now that was the first time that I realized, not only did we forget to decide on a safe word, but in my excitement to convince him to participate I didn’t bothered to ask how I could even use one if I allowed myself to be gagged.

As his hands started to rub the bulkier portion of each breast below my areolas, the sharpness was reduced to a dull stimulating and irresistible ache ... and I heard him say: “just relax and breathe through your nose, I’ll pull these when I know you’re ready” I remember praying that meant they would be removed.

When I felt him stand, his hands left my breasts to access my lower belly ... and then on down and in between my thighs. As soon as his finger tips touched my plump outer lips, I knew from a powerful twinge down deep in my loins that I was about to go again, but then suddenly both of his hands were all over my breasts again. .. and as he started to diddle those painful clamps a cold sensation from two additional hands engaged my inner thighs!

And I instantly became overcome with anger!

I literally shouted muffled protest into my own vaginal juice and saliva soaked gag. .. but they continued more intently to aggressively explore every inch of the vulnerability between my legs. .. and what made it worse was the fact that I knew he had finally got his way.

As that additional invasive groping continued, the pressure from those clamps came off and the sensation of blood returning back into my tortured nipples became so insanely overwhelming that a third orgasm in any one session of my life took control ... and it was massive!

For the very first time in my life I was being pleasured at the pleasure of a total stranger’s hands while being held fast by ridiculous restraints that I had actually talked my own spouse into using on me, and: “God Damn Him!” I thought: “Not only had I brought it all on myself. .. I was stupid enough to trust him. .. AND. .. that trust just allowed him to fulfill his own selfish fantasy!”

And I should have been furious.

But again, the fact that everything happening was happening outside of my control seemed to intensify my orgasms and I became so confused that I panicked and started to hyperventilate, gurgle and swallow the gag ... and finally, my husband pulled that wet soaking mess out my mouth.

Before I was able to form one single word of contempt for the man, he replaced it with his penis and as it started to advance it down my throat, I heard his instructions: “Now just Relax and let it happen, this is all about you, remember? No time for inhabitations now honey, this is what you asked for and this is what you wanted, so this (and he hunched hard) is what you get” and as he slid in deeper I started to choke. I was too out of breath to resist, let alone speak and when the mattress softly jostled I caught a feminine scent of a floral perfume and I realized that it was a woman who started to straddle my head to sit on my face.

I could feel the cold top of two small feet near each of my armpits as the insides of smooth shaven of waxed thighs touched either side of my face in order to prevent me from turning away. .. and then suddenly that sweet clean unmistakable vaginal scent was all over my mouth and nose.

Never in my life was I interested or involved sexually with a woman in any way, why the very thought of that had always repulsed me; in fact phrases like eating pussy or eat her out, were always ones I found to be equally offensive, but that night (though I can’t explain it) I couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

The next thing I remember, additional hands were all over my crotch, pinching and pulling my inner lips apart ... and when I felt what I thought was a thumb press straight down firm against my clitoris, two fingers were inside my wet opening.

As hard as I tried to resist it I felt the beginning of another orgasm and right as it crashed in the center of my chest. .. a fat finger was being slowly pushed deep up my rectum.

Now that single action at that exact moment in time caused me to cum again ... and what it manifested was far beyond belief! I’m telling you directly over the top of that last climax, came the onset of another orgasm and though it wasn’t as intense as the others, it lingered on and on ... and that’s the exact moment that that long fat digit was ever so slowly withdrawn from by butt.

I'm certain it was my husband who mounted and actually entered me first ... and as I imagined him studying and sniffing the bare ass of that woman directly in front of his face; the very one who was still eagerly sitting on mine, I wanted to hate him for it.

Though I was immensely enjoying her, the fact that he was looking at the bare ass of a woman who was obviously more fit, toned and slender than me, caused a strange childishly jealousy in a sensual sort of way and after Ken had finely pleasured himself, he helped the mystery woman off my face ... and then I felt them untie my arms and legs.

I hadn’t realized until that moment the discomfort and strain my shoulders, underarms and pelvis had been under ... and I was relieved beyond belief that it was finally over.

Just when I thought they were finally going to let me up, the pillows were removed from under my knees, they rolled me over on my belly and my arms and legs were brought together at the cuffs and anklets and clipped in a way where I couldn't separate my hands or feet. .. and then I was literally stretched out and tethered face down between the head and the foot of that bed.

Next came the feeling of a much larger and heavier body straddling my closed thighs and as his bare butt cheeks lightly sat on the back of my upper thighs, the weight of a mammoth penis came to rest parallel with and in the crack of my ass.

Before I could comprehend what was about to happen a different pair of panties was forced in my mouth and from their flavor and scent I knew that they had been donated by the woman who had just left my face.

When I felt the big man's rough hands run up my back and come to wrest on the top of my shoulders, I could feel who I thought was my husband spread my butt cheeks. .. and then a cold spray fell over my anus before a tiny finger worked that new warming lube around my rim and up into my bowel.

With one long slow forward thrust for the first time in my life, I experienced an overstuffed fullness of a man going deep up my rectum ... and when I struggled to prevent it, I heard Stacey's voice: "Pam just relax, " and immediately I knew who our visitors were.

My bowels were on fire, my lower belly started to cramp and when I finally quit trying to push him out, his strokes became longer, slower ... and surprisingly much, much more deeply gratifying.

Though I have heard it rumored over the years that a woman will have more intense and gratifying orgasms from the act of anal, I never believed any woman could ever possibly achieve one at all from that act, until my own massive one came crashing through the top of my head and down through chest as he continued to hump the front of me into the mattress ... and that one literally radiated down my body before blowing out very tips of my toes.

As wave after glorious wave golden electrically charged sparkles blew through every inch of me, I realized for the first time in fifty two years that I had gone multiple and I could feel the juices of forbidden gratification spill from my vaginal opening and soak wet into the casings of that pillow he had shoved beneath my mound.

Then as slow as the hour hand on an old analog clock, Henry withdrew from my lower bowel as I heard my friend Stacy caution them: "kill the overhead light, her eyes will be sensitive when we remove your tie!."

After the sound of several “clicks, ” Ken’s necktie was removed and I slowly opened my eyes.

As Stacey unclipped and unfastened everything to free me, I rolled over and looked around the dim room to see my husband standing naked stroking himself across from Henry who was seated naked in the corner chair ... and I pulled the soaking wet crotch of Stacey's panties out of my own mouth and sat up.

After my husband gently positioned me at the end corner of the mattress, he had me sit with my arms around my knees and calves ... and he pushed my feet up to and on either side of my hips.

When he lead Stacey over in front of me, he asked her to bend over at her waist and he pushed her head down between my thighs until her little mouth was in contact with everything between my legs. After he was sure that Henry was watching, he went to his knees and put his face in her tiny butt and I could tell from the position of his nose and the level of his eyes that his tongue was working her anal bud ... and then he stood behind her while looking me directly in the eyes, his hands positioned himself to take her full anal, obviously just for me to witness.

As I watched in partial disbelief, my husband of many years held her slender hips and as he hunched his lower back forward her reaction confirmed that it was indeed deep in that tiny ass ... and the depth of her moans forced her open mouth to experience the mixed flavor offerings of our collective sex.

When Henry came over still fondling and stroking his large manhood, I noticed for the first time that he was uncut and though my first reaction was to look away, a sick forbidden form of arousal came over me and I couldn’t help but stare at the way he was jacking that monster.

When he reached over and gently turned my head to face him, he stood up on his tiptoes and gained access to my mouth ... where he unloaded his giant balls on the top of my tongue the exact same moment Ken popped for his second round somewhere deep within Stacey's cute little bottom.

After we all caught our second wind, we took a group shower and we were hungry, so we all decided to go down and eat at the bar together. During the appetizers it was Stacy who was first to ask: "well Pam, was I right?"

I could only smile as I looked at her. .. and over at Henry. .. and then Ken; you know, the term “Having Mixed Thoughts” is often thrown around a lot and I have used it myself, but for me, that was never as well defined as it was in that moment. There I sat over a meal as if nothing had just happened.

Oh I knew what I had just lived through (in real time) by being blindfolded, disrobed, bound and sexually used in at least three ways that violated the only conditions my loving husband agreed not to include, if and when I allowed myself to be.

As I sat there picturing in my mind how only moments ago I was totally naked on my back, sprawled out spread eagle in a grotesques display and tied off at the pleasure of the three people sitting around me, the very three who crossed that line; I was experiencing feelings of being both erotically kinky down through my loins and totally ashamed and embarrassed up deep in my chest when I simply heard my own response: "Maybe we should try this a few more times before I decide.”

GIRL TALK - by Peterswiftt

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