1. Exposing Cindy - Chapter 2 - Bound to be Fucked


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    cloth tether affixed to the leg of the coffee table. I pulled on it to ensure that I was firmly restrained. I was. Jim repeated the exercise on my left wrist. He then produced the blindfold and placed it securely across my eyes. I was fully restrained and sightless. I was completely vulnerable. I heard him step behind me, and I felt his hand trace up between my thighs, his fingers slowly opening my wet labia. I felt two fingers penetrate my vulva. His fingers slipped in without resistance. "Cindy, you're very wet down here." "Yes, sir," I replied meekly. "Does this excite you? I mean, you know, thinking about our friends seeing you like this? It does, doesn't it?" "Yes, sir... I am ashamed to admit it, but it does. I can't help it," I answered. There was something about having this conversation blindfolded, with my husband's fingers inside my vagina that was terribly arousing. Jim massaged the front wall of my vagina, pressing his fingers against my g-spot. I started to rock my hips back, pushing his fingers deeper inside me, moaning. I knew it would not take long for me to climax from his internal massage. Jim's cell phone rang, indicating an incoming call. He quickly withdrew his fingers and stood, leaving me humping against the edge of the ottoman, frustrated. "Oh please, don't stop," I begged. "I have to let our friends in. They're sitting in the driveway. It would be rude to leave them out there," Jim said nonchalantly, walking to the front door. I heard him answer the ...
    phone, and say simply, "Come on in. She is restrained and blindfolded. She's ready for the two of you." I slowed my breathing and remained silent, listening intently for any clue who my assailants might be. I heard the door open. I heard two car doors slam, and seconds later, I heard the sounds of people entering the house and the front door closing. I heard the distinct sound of the dead-bolt lock clicking to ensure our privacy. I strained to hear more, but all I could hear was some indistinct whispering as they enter the room. I could feel my heart pounding and my face and chest burn crimson from my embarrassment of being on display like this. I also could feel my wetness seeping from my vagina, coating my inner thighs. I imagined the image that they saw when they entered the room. My arms stretched out in front of me, tied to the legs of the coffee table, my naked form on display with my round ass sticking up in the air, inviting anyone who wanted to simply mount me. I remained silent for the longest time, wallowing in the humiliation of my bondage and exposure. I really did not know what to say, so I said nothing, silently basking in my shame. I heard Jim pouring two drinks, one with ice, which I assumed was a cocktail for the male intruder, and one without, which I assumed was a glass of wine for the female. As I write this, I realize that I have no basis to assume that the woman drank wine and the husband drank a cocktail; yet that is the image I formed in my mind at the ...
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