Tie me up, take advantage

It was a hot summer afternoon. I was tied up. My eyes were
covered with a silky sash, wrists cuffed to the bed-head
and my legs loosely tied to the base. A pillow was placed
under my lower back to raise my hips. Slowly, he licked my
nipples, moving down to my cunt, running his tongue along
my lips, then plunging it in my hole. I let out a little moan.
He stopped. I heard him getting up off the bed, leaving the
room and closing the door behind him. Where is he going?
I lay there wanting so much more. The wind blows the curtains
open and I feel my naked body momentarily drenched in warm
sunlight, the breeze tickling my eager cunt.

I could hear him moving around in the house, then his voice.
He must be on the phone. No! I hear another voice – a female,
some laughter, some glassware being bumped together.
Bad timing. Hoping he will get rid of them soon. I lay there
in the sunlight enjoying the breeze, trying to be patient.

He came back into the room, trailing a finger up my leg toward
my dripping pussy. My whole body ached in anticipation.
He began circling my swollen clitoris. Then just as quickly
as before, he pulled away. Suddenly his hard cock thrust
inside me up to the hilt. My squeal was stifled by a mouth
over mine – the tongue hungrily teasing my own. Oh God, it
was a female mouth! Who was she? I tried to speak, to ask questions,
but her mouth was over me, her tongue unrelenting. My husband
pulled out of me and replaced his dick with his long tongue.
I started moaning and moving my pelvis against his face.
I came as soon as he began to suck on my clit.

They both stepped away from me. The fire within me was still
raging. I open my mouth to ask who the mystery lady was and
a hand covers my lips. I nod my head and the hand moves away.
I could hear wet noises of the woman kissing my husband…or
was she licking his cock? I couldn’t tell! The bed sagged
next to me as their bodies sank onto the mattress. Their
breathing had increased and their kissing became more
desperate.

My mouth was again opened by the familiar fingers of my man.
They were dripping in the juice of our bed buddy. I hungrily
licked them clean, wishing the real source of the juice
would present itself on my mouth. I knew they were fucking
now. Every now and then I was bumped accidentally as they
writhed around next to me. I was so turned on. I couldn’t
help it. The sound of his cock slapping in and out of her wet
pussy was almost enough to make me cum even without being
touched! I had never experienced anything like this. So
many emotions were running through me – from confusion
to rage to anguish to – lust.

A familiar groan. He was coming. Where? I didn’t know. Probably
her mouth. I strained my ears to hear if she was swallowing
his milky load. I couldn’t tell. In a moment my breathing
was temporarily stopped short as her freshly fucked pussy
smothered my mouth. At least now I knew he must have cum elsewhere.
Her sweet tasting pussy was incredibly turned on, but not
oozing his cum. I flicked my tongue over her clit as she ground
her body into me. At last – she leaned down and reciprocated
– almost ferociously. My man must have been enjoying the
scene, I soon felt his tongue circling my anus. The feel
of these two tongues hungrily eating me up was sensational.
And, oh God, they had me coming again. I moaned loudly into
her pussy which also made her let out a little scream. She
came hard, writhing and thrusting on top of me and soaking
me in her juice.

Then she climbed off me. I thought it was over and they would
let me free, and more importantly find out who this incredible
woman was. But no. Two mouths suddenly fell upon my nipples,
four hands pawing my belly, thighs and cunt. Then I could
hear them kissing again while still pawing at me. After
a little giggle, they were soon gone.

I lay there in a sheen of sweat, with cunt juice drying on
my face, aching for them to touch me more. I don’t know how
long I waited. I could hear our champagne bottle being popped
and was instantly thirsty. What torture this was! I loved
it. They tried to sneak back into the room, but with your
eyes covered it’s amazing how much more you take in. I could
hear the bubbles of the champagne – my mouth instantly salivating
at the thought. And something else…could I smell – a candle?
Before I could think anything else I was screaming as the
wax dribbled down my belly and onto the top mound of my cunt.
Suddenly a cold trickle of champagne fell into my open mouth,
followed by my husbands throbbing cock. I could picture
him standing over me – cock in one hand, champagne bottle
in the other, intermittently dipping in my mouth then pouring
a little more bubbly along his shaft.

Two more drops of wax. This time high up on my thighs. I did
not scream - my mouth was full. Her finger began pushing
my arsehole, edging itself inside me. Then I felt something
hard being thrust into my gaping cunt. She must have found
my dildo. I was going to explode! I had never had three of
my holes accosted like this at once. I wanted to hold off
on my orgasm in an attempt to make it better, but when the
first hint of a wave came over me, I completely succumbed
to it. With what little mobility I had in my body, I thrashed
around on that bed. Soon my mouth was filled with hot cum
instead of champagne. I drank it down and nearly passed
out from sensory exhaustion. When was this going to end
………?