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She walked through the quiet house and dropped her bags on the kitchen counter. She was running a little late today having stopped off to see what was on sale at Macys. Putting away the groceries she wondered where everyone was. Then she noticed the note. “Kids gone the weekend, down at the club but will be home about 6, Be Ready!” Be Ready? Huh? Kids gone the weekend…….oh……..oh…….she glances up at the clock and sees she doesn’t have time for what she wanted.

She was looking forward to a nice, steaming, relaxing bath. Lots of bubbles and smell good oils. Feeling those little sensations when the bubbles break on and around her nipples. Dark room and candles. Followed by putting on the sexy lingerie set she just bought today. Then waiting for the kids to head to bed and then seduce the husband.

She barely has time to get a quick shower.

She enters the bedroom and there on the bed is a long T shirt, more like a nightshirt and her……blindfold. Oh……….now she is getting it, the picture is developing. T shirt and no undies, blindfold. Sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him. With that image spurring her on, she quickly strips down and jumps in the shower…..humming a little song…..I’m a little teapot…….lmao, well, maybe I’m a little sexpot……….

Shower done, all the important parts squeaky clean and a quick dry. She puts on the long T and goes to pick up the blindfold. Her hands tremble. Maybe….maybe tonight something just a little different. She digs deep into her hub’s shirt drawer and pulls them out. She looks over on her nightstand and yes……that will make it even better.
She inserts the air buds and turns on her playlist for nights like this. Spa music. That relaxing sound that is so sensual. She pulls on the blindfold and adjusts it so nothing can enter into her world now, no light, images to be seen by her bright, sparkling eyes. She smiles…..it is like the sunshine but she can’t see her smile now. Hummm, now for something he likes, the gag. I am not sure who likes it more now, him or me. I think he likes it to show he is in control, but I like it because it leaves me a feeling of being helpless, not being able to cry for help if needed. She reaches for the final thing, the one surprise she has for her husband. There, with one last little twist….she was able to get the handcuffs latched.

She is now lost in her world. Her mind, her thoughts, as she waits for her husband. No sound except the sporadic strums, notes, of the spa music. No sights, images to be seen. The only thing she sees is what her mind shows her. She is seeing herself sitting on the edge of the bed waiting in anticipation of her husband and his direction. Then she feels it, senses it really.

The vibration she felt was the front door closing. She sits, he will be here in a sec or two and this night of passion will start. She can feel it inside of her body….she is ready. Then……nothing. Where is he? Getting a drink? Using the downstairs bathroom? Then another vibration. He leave? Did he forget something? Then again. Oh, left something in the car. Once more. What is happening down there? Grand Central station. Lol, wouldn’t it be funny if his buddies surprised him by stopping by on their way home? Hey, wait! That wouldn’t be funny, here I am, tied up, blindfolded, and needing him to come and undo me. I can’t even call for him now can I? Why did I put those handcuffs on? Does he even remember I am here?

Just then she can feel the breeze caused by the bedroom door being opened. He is at her shoulder now. She tries to reach out, undo his zipper but remembers…she can’t, her hands are cuffed behind her. She is helpless. Having him do all the work. I hope he doesn’t mind tonight. I never thought of that when I put these on.

She feels him as he strokes her shirt, feeling for her bra and finding none there he moves down. Her shirt is lifted and when he sees she is pantiless, he drags a quick finger between her lips and pulls her shirt back down.

His hands make their way back to her tits and he starts his squeezing and pulling at her nipples. She can feel them stiffen and grow. She wonders if he has sniffed and licked his fingers after he explored her below before shifting his attention to her tits. I bet, she has seen him do that so often. Explore between the lips, search for the wetness, when he finds it, he savors her scent, her taste until he is mad…..then dives in like a starved animal. Yes, today, that is what I want. First playing with me, using me to build his lust and then………….Her nipples are like stones with that thought and he is pulling her up. Ok, time to get this nightshirt off I bet.

Puzzled he is leading her out of the bedroom. Oh…..maybe downstairs. Ok, you do usually eat your meals in the kitchen. She can’t ask with the gag in can she? They get downstairs and head to the kitchen……Dinner time she says in her head and feels a little butterfly in her belly. She is ready she thinks, she is feeling like there is moisture developing in anticipation of his…..fingers? tongue? Oh yeah, that long tongue first, then………

She is lost now, shouldn’t they be over by the table now? It seems like we are heading towards the French doors. I must be disorientated with this blindfold on. She feels it, a door opening, and she is ushered outside, she can feel the evening sun on her. Oh no! What would the neighbors say, think, if they saw her. They do live out where the neighbors are not close, trees and hedges isolate them, but you can see into their yard like they can do with the neighbors if you are right at the fence line working. At least she has clothes on….oh, but she is blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed. She will be the talk of the town and give crabby ole Missy Myers a stroke.

She now feels so vulnerable. So helpless…..and yet, secure since it was just her and her husband…..and his friends. Whaaa, that is right, she lost track with that thought, why the door was opening and closing so much after he got home. Oh he wouldn’t would he? Not his friends? The guys from the club. They had joked about it but never…….oh no……never could she do that, he knows it……..doesn’t he?
She feels it, she is standing in the middle of their patio. She doesn’t know what to think, her ears straining to hear something, a clue. Is she here with just her husband or with a group of his friends, strangers? Would that be better? Strange men looking at her? Seeing her in her state. That might be better, at least she wouldn’t have to face them when she is invited to the club. But strangers are……strange. You never know what they might do to her. Do to her? Like What? Oh no, not that, hubs wouldn’t let that happen….if he could help it. But if he were…..

A chill went down her spine…..what is going on? What is happening? Where is her husband? Someone help me!

And yet, she feels her tits swell and nipples tighten. Both begging for attention. Her sex…..no longer her “ladyparts” is filling with blood, getting engorged. She can’t believe it, she is getting turned on by all this.

Hands caress her body….she knows them, they are her husbands so she is safe, she can relax. Whew…he sure knows how to build the anticipation. It is just him with her on the patio….the patio….she goes back to that idea. She is on display for those lucky enough to live close by and maybe a passing helicopter, drones now… but she is safe here with her husband. Now she can relax and enjoy this evening.

The hands roam and she is getting more and more into this. She opens her legs lewdly, giving him the signal that she wants his attention diverted from her tits to her…….pussy. She wants him to feel it, run his fingers up and down the slit, spread the moisture there. Run the juices over her clit for the breeze to cool. Then plunge in and hold. Then again moving it around her lips and clit until he has them coated to taste. Yes, she wants him to get hungry, get so full of manly lust that he dives into her, out here in the open for all to see.

The hands have lifted her shirt. She is open for the world to see……..here you go world, come and see this slut on display. See her naked. Delight in her swaying tits, her wet and leaking cunt…..she is here for you to look at, to enjoy, to touch. Those words are echoing in her head…….WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The earbuds have died, she can hear, they were real words, spoken by her husband. Her husband has invited the world to …….NO! He is just playing along, doing it for himself, get him just as excited as her……then she hears the metal patio table chair slide across the patio stone. They are not alone!

More noise, chairs moving, whispers, murmurs. And hubs just says, enjoy and he leaves her side.

NO! she screams but all that comes out through the gag is ughghhhghghghgh.

Hands…..Hands! Not one, two, three, but many hands are touching her, she tries to move away but they are around her blocking any chance of escape. They are exploring her body like an expedition. A childlike expedition, one hand fighting another for access to …….to…….her body. These men….they are men aren’t they? They have total access to her body. Each and every part. From the caresses of her hair, to running along her neck, up and down her chest, fondling her breasts, tugging at her nipples. They rub and pat her belly, squeeze her ass, move up and down her legs and stroke her inner thighs. One thing they haven’t done yet was open her up, open her legs and start on her pussy. Why? Why is she asking that? Is that what she wants? What she really wants? To be opened up, exposing her most intimate of areas? Her cunt on display. To be fondled and used?

She feels it happening……she hates it, but she loves it. She feels herself, her conservative nature rapidly melt away and she is becoming what she always wanted to be, what she never in her life ever expected to allow to escape, that desire deep inside of her to be that slut. To call herself all those crude names, be the whore who uses her cunt to attract men. To flash her tits, even show off her asshole, that dirtiest of places, even that can provide a thrill for those that see and like the nasty woman she is, thills the one showing.

She has opened up, allowed that monster in her to come out, to be seen by this group fondling her and the world…….Here world, come and feast on this……..with that thought, she opens her legs and exposes herself in all her watersoaked glory. She isn’t leaking, she isn’t dripping, she isn’t flowing…….with her new found sluttiness, she is gushing and there are tongues everywhere helping to stem the river. There are tongues on her thighs, tongues in her pussy, and even one in her ass. She wants to hold them, hold their heads, pull them in, direct the one to her clit but with her arms cuffed behind her, she is at their mercy. So it goes….on and on….all avoiding her clit, concentrating on her flow, licking up the juice like honey. So many tongues to the point, she could tell by texture of the tongue which one it was….all taking turns.

She feels it, the ebb and flow…….they get her close…..but somehow they know how to back off, not allow her to finish, finish like a whore in front of this group. It is almost like they are having direction……oh, that is it, hubs, he is sitting there directing, isn’t he? She realizes, the spa sounds are back and the grunts of excitement are gone. Maybe it was just the phone needed to be put back on to charge and resume the music.

She is lost in pleasure, and then…….it all stops. Hands move away. Nothing. Nothing at all, almost like silence of a snowy night. She even feels a chill.

She is burning with desire, they stopped too soon, she was just riding a wave that she was sure would crash on the shore of orgasm. She tried squeezing her legs, shake her tits, anything to do it, to send herself over the edge, even thinking about being exposed to the world wasn’t doing it. She was isolated in her world of spa music and nothing else.

Then she felt hub’s hands on her, guiding her to the outdoor lounger. Her cuffs removed along with her gag. The earbuds are removed, and she hears him say not to make a sound and Be Ready. Be Ready? Oh babe, I am, I am a whore ready for whatever you want for me. You want me to do all these men, I will!

He lays her down, opens her legs, and then moves away, his presences is replaced by another and they open her legs wide. She feels it, the gentle licking, sucking on her inner thighs. Why start there? Come up here please!!!! But slowly, agonizingly slowly the make their way upwards. She can hear people. They are encouraging the person between her legs…..that’s it, lick her, lick her thighs, lick those trails of fluids coming from her slut pussy. She is flowing once more, adding to the mess already there. She can feel it as it trickles out and tickles her ass as it passes by onto the cushion. I will need to replace those soon anyway.

She realizes she now has free hands unlike before, so she reaches down to find the head and guide it to heaven. She finds a handful of hair. Long hair, curly hair, hair of a………..woman. There is a woman between her legs, touching her, licking her, smelling her, and she is being guided to that intimate area they both share. She isn’t horrified in the least. While she never thought much of it before, now…….she doesn’t care, she needs attention and if it comes from a man or a woman, she doesn’t care, just so she comes, and comes soon.

She hears a moan escape from the woman’s lips as she pulls her head to her pussy. Soon it is mixed with her moans and those of the men watching. She is now aware of them, the sounds, they are all playing with themselves….wanking, jacking, whacking, all those crude words describing how men pleasure themselves in the absence of pussy. She realizes she is the center of attention; they are all out here in the open, watching her be pleasured. She is just about there…………

The woman between her legs stops and she hears whispers. Not sure what is being said but just knowing a plan is being hatched. She is pulled up and moved to the living room just as she feels the rain drops hitting her naked body. She is laid out on the floor and she can hear people surrounding her. Will it be a jack off session now, all of the men cuming on her? What is going to happen now? She feels a body over her and slowly lowered making contact. She feels legs on either side of her head and tits? brushing against her belly. She smells it first, that unmistakable smell of a woman’s wet pussy. She realizes it is her turn to reciprocate the earlier session outside. Without hesitation she reaches up and pulls those hips down, and has that woman just inches from her face.

She never thought about this before, not a big deal, just never thought what it would be like to taste another woman. She was curious when she was younger if other girls smelled like her. That was answered that one sleepover when she found her friend’s used pair of panties under the bed and gave it a sniff. Yep, similar, but yet different. She has tasted herself also, on her fingers like hubs likes her to do, and on his cock. But what about another.

She can smell her. Sweet, pungent, sour, and yet…..so feminine, so sexy. She extended her tongue…more….more….just a little more…..there……..wow, not bad, not bad. Again, like herself but yet. She then used her tongue to trace up and down, explore the folds of this woman in a way she would want to be explored. This was the secret she heard to lesbian sex, know what feels good and what to do to make it happen for the partner.

She heard the woman groan her approval and felt the woman dive into her pussy, picking up where she left off. The woman pressed down harder on her face and was rubbing herself. She felt her face get all sticky. She was in heaven, being pleasured and giving the same back. Better, knowing she was being a slut, a whore, here in the middle of a room with people watching, watching her have sex with another woman. All with her husband’s approval, like he was sharing her with the world……sharing her……with the world, anyone, men, women…..

Then the head raised off her just as she was about to……then she found out why as that object pressed against her. It was a cock. Real? Plastic? Hubs? Friend? Stranger? Who’s?

It made its way inside her, slipping along that liquid coated tunnel. Pushing deeper, deeper. It isn’t hub’s. It doesn’t feel the same. Who’s is it?

She feels the woman’s hips raise off her face, she raises her head to follow it only to be met with a cock. It was leaking cum and she greedily licked it. Hubs!!!! He pushes himself into her mouth, yes, yes it is hub’s. She sucks hard, trying to express her gratitude for what he has arranged for this evening. He pulls out a very hard and wet cock.

She feel the woman lower herself onto her face once more and then as she is trying to put her tongue back where it was moment ago she realizes hubs has his cock in her. Her husband is fucking this woman. Then it is all clear, she is being shared with another couple and there are others here watching. She reaches up and removes her blindfold……..She is witnessing her husband pistoning in and out of this woman’s pussy and she has a front row seat to all the action. She can feel it inside of her too, almost like they are in unison, hubs goes in, she feels it go inside herself. It is like she is having sex with him but with someone else’s cock…….someone else’s cock….in her…..licked by a woman……..watching hubs fuck another…….licking up the juices coming from…..her…….

It was too much for her brain, she starts the explosion, and just like a fire at a fireworks factory, one after another, after another, after another explosion goes off. The sounds of ecstasy goes on and on……..moans, groans…..screams and curses. Fuck ME, Fuck ME hard…….cum in me, fill me up, all sorts of begging and sighs.

Then quiet. Not a sound……

She realizes the woman on top of her is gone. She looks around, hoping to see a room full of people……people in post sex slumber……the aftereffects of an orgy, her first swinger’s party but nothing. No people, not a one. She has woken up on her bed. Grasping a note that only says;

Be Ready

Short read jahoo 😅

jahoo u type all that on ur phone??