I’m looking directly ahead, my arms outstretched in front of me. I’m naked, vulnerable. You’ve tied my wrists together and then attached them with two ropes to the solid wooden legs of the coffee table I’m bent over. I’m on bended knee. I’d gasped as you’d gently pushed me down onto all fours over the table and the coldness had hit my skin. I’m nervous but excited. Had my arousal been in any question, it was quickly quashed as shiny, translucent pre-cum began to drip from my thick, flaccid manhood. With my legs bound to the back legs of the coffee table, I couldn’t move more than a few inches in either direction. With my naked body & shapely arse on display and with pre-cum dripping down my thighs, I looked…well, I looked…fuckable. Mmmmm…the image of myself flashed across my mind, causing another drizzle of warm, viscous, silvery liquid to spill onto the floor.
Now, after getting used to the coldness, I like it. It’s refreshing. Just a small shift puts my warm flesh in contact with an untouched cold surface and sends an excited shiver across the surface of my skin. It’s a welcome reminder that this is real. It’s not a dream anymore. It's really happening. I’ve never been this vulnerable before and I’m excited and nervous in equal measure.
The feel of your warm hands on my lower back is reassuring. One hand lay motionless on my lower back, the other nonchalantly stroking my buttocks and massaging the soft flesh. Every time you gently squeeze you part my cheeks just a touch. I feel the cold air on my forbidden hole and realise that I’m on full display. I can’t move to cover myself, I’m powerless to prevent the two sets of eyes from witnessing my unusual period of vulnerability. Although your voice has tailed off, I can hear you’re mouthing words. The almost imperceptible movement of your soft, full lips is the only giveaway that there’s anyone else in the room. I don’t know exactly what you are saying, but I guess you’re helping to get things ‘ready’. Your left hand has left my lower back and is now being used to spread my cheeks apart. Are you showing me off?
Suddenly, I can’t feel your reassuring warm hands anymore. I can no longer feel the warmth of your body next to mine. I feel a blindfold being lowered into position and everything goes black. My other senses explode. I can hear naked footsteps and the sound of lips touching and hands wondering. Are you kissing? Is that soft moan yours as you feel warm lips on yours? More soft moans and the sound of a buckle being loosened, a zip being pulled, and a pair of jeans being pulled down. I can’t see but my imagination is going wild. Are you both naked? Have you seen his manhood yet or is it still hidden beneath his boxer shorts? Have you nervously reached out to take it in your hand like you’ve done to me so many thousands of times? My cock throbs and pulses with my thoughts. My excitement growing as I hear what sounds like someone getting to their knees.
I can only hope my mind's eye is seeing a glimpse of the reality that is happening behind me as I hear a soft, low moan for the first time and a softer more muffled mmmmmm.
My cock drips with excitement as I imagine the view of what might be happening behind me. There are soft wet sounds and what I can only presume is the sound of big fingers running through your long, hair. I feel a pang of jealousy and horniness as I hear the tell-tale sound of the unique moan you make when I kiss your nipples.
I’m kneeling, unable to move, imagining his big cock in your mouth. Your breasts in his hands…the frustration is unbearable!
But now suddenly, things are quiet. I can’t make out anything other than soft muffled noises of feet on carpet. Then total silence. I’m a little apprehensive. I’m so vulnerable and I have no idea where anyone is.
Your soft voice in my ear, lips grazing my earlobes. You whisper something in my ear and then I feel your lips on mine. My heart skips a beat as I taste your lips and tongue. My cock feels like it’s going to explode as I detect the unmistakable taste of cock. You’ve been sucking another man’s cock…mmmmmmm…I’m horny and frustrated that I’ve not seen it.
Again, your lips are at my ear and your hand is running down my back. You whisper a single word into my ear as your finger slides against my sensitive arse hole; ‘Enjoy.’
I hear the sound of lubricant being opened and the squelching noise of it being squeezed out. Then the rhythmic sound of a wet hand stroking slipperiness over something long.
Now both your hands are on my butt cheeks, opening me. I’m nervous…this is sooo kinky. I gulp as I feel another pair of hands replace yours. Holding my butt cheeks apart. That sound again of a hand running the length of a slippery cock. There are two hands on my cheeks so it must be your hand that’s taken hold of his cock. I groan as I feel something warm against my forbidden hole. Have you just guided a man’s cock to rest against your husband’s arse hole?