Tied Up and Blindfolded

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Kali was bound and blindfolded before her partner invited some new friends to have their fun with her. But, she begged the question — who was the guy?

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I have tied up Kali in the past. Blindfold, gag, hands, and legs tied in that compromised position. I have stroked her curves with different textures before engaging her with different phallic apparatus, my own notwithstanding. Enjoyable, yes, but the safety and predictability of home can be a damper to heighten excitement. Tying Kali up for other people to enjoy — now that is exciting! Talk about wet and hard! Can you say, “soaked sheets?!” And as for me, I could have hit one out of Yankee stadium — no bat required.

The first time we actually did this was quite unanticipated. From past experience, when we have gone to on-premise clubs, we have learned that it’s best to bring your own goodies from home. As they say when purchasing a lottery ticket, “Hey, you never know.” So, we always bring some clean towels, Kali’s favorite Jack Rabbit vibrator, a dildo, hand restraints, and a blindfold for good measure, all neatly tucked into a small gym bag. On one particular venture, we decided to check out an on-premise club we’d been to several times in the past. We’d always had a good time there and met attractive couples, so we were in a good mood upon arrival.

A Slow Start

We got to the club around ten-thirty. Kali was dressed to the nines in an ultra-form-hugging halter dress and, as always, was turning heads, mine included. I suppose going to an on-premise club the weekend following a big party weekend was an error in judgment on my part because it seemed the crowd this night was extremely thin — and I don‘t mean in poundage. 

I knew we were in trouble when a single male, old enough to be Kali’s father, approached us wearing dirty sweats. I swear this guy just came from painting his house or some such thing. We were both put off by this guy’s advances, but we remained polite until he eventually recognized the glazed-over expressions. Kali aired out her disgust after he took his leave of us. “Jesus, Gramps! Did you even consider a shower? WHAT THE FUCK?!” I put my most concerned expression to work and replied, “Maybe he was afraid he‘d slip and break something; you know how brittle old folks are.” “Well, there’s nobody here I’d fuck,” Kali snapped. I thought the same thing as I heard the dueling banjos from Deliverance begin to play in my head. I shuffled my feet and glanced around the party room. “Let’s go see who’s downstairs.” Kali agreed, and off we went. 

As we made our way downstairs, Kali spouted, “If Mr. Sweatpants shows up down here, we’re done.” “Aye aye, Captain.”

In Search of Better Playmates

The basement of the party house had several rooms, all made up in different themes. The Roman Orgy room was one, the Doctor’s Office another, the Moonlight room and the Dungeon room… you get the picture. Anyway, we arrived downstairs in the Pool Table room. I call it that because there’s a pool table and two couples were playing pool. Apparently, this was where the couples that consider themselves attractive had averted to — all two couples, that is. Physical attraction is first for us in these situations, and at first glance, this group was a large improvement over the upstairs crowd. 

Kali said nothing as the couples greeted us with brimming smiles. A Sandy-Haired guy stroked his cue as he lined up a shot. He smiled up at Kali as we entered. “You can have the winner,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “What would you have me do with him?” Kali quipped back. Sandy-Hair’s smile widened even more. “That’s up to you.” From Kali’s flirty retort, I guessed she liked what she saw. 

Both of the guys appeared good-looking to me. I know from experience that the Sandy-Haired guy was Kali’s type. He had a muscular build under his tight-fitting shirt and the kind of angular bone structure Kali admires. The Dark-Haired guy was of plain build but had a handsome face. At this point, I was trying to assess which of the two women went with which guy. What I was looking at in the two women is what I call a 50-50: two brunettes, one shapely with a sweetheart face — the kind I’ve seen in department store catalogs and considered rather attractive; the other, to put it politely, was not. I know guys will bring a ticket to an on-premise club to gain entry on a couples-only night, and I was starting to think that this was the deal with the second brunette. “We’re just gonna pop through and see what the playrooms look like. Maybe we’ll take you up on that game later,” I blurted. I smiled politely and promised to check back as we made our exit.

Considering Their Options

Kali whispered to me as we progressed down the hallway. “The Sandy-Haired guy is nice,” she said. I know my Kali, and when she underplays her assessment, it usually means she thinks the guy is a hottie. “What about the Dark-Haired guy,” I asked? “He’s cute; what did you think of the girls?” “It’s a 50-50.” I poked my head into the Dungeon room and flicked on the light. There was a rack on the wall with retaining rings hanging from it. Below the rack was a mattress. As we passed by the other playrooms with our gym bag in hand, my mind went to work with ideas.

“You really like the guys,” I asked? “You have something in mind,” Kali asked? “I do, but you have to trust me, okay?” I could see the hint of excitement in Kali’s eyes and the slightest curve of a smile at the corner of her mouth as her mind went to work on the possibilities. “Tell me what it is.” “Nope. You have to trust me, or we don’t play.” Kali’s respiration always elevates just a bit as her mind wanders the corridors of sexual possibility, and I could see her chest heave ever so slightly as her mind raced. “Okay, but am I going to like it?” “I tell you what; if you don’t like what goes on, the code word to stop will be Mr. Scott.” “Mr. Scott?” “Yeah. As in, Beam up, Scotty.” “Will I need to be beamed up?” I shot Kali a sarcastic look and said, “Just remember it, okay?”

Setting the Scene

We headed back to the Dungeon room. I closed the door and locked it after we went in. I turned to Kali and said, “Strip.” Kali’s respiration rose a tiny bit more as she unzipped her halter dress. God, I love it when she breathes like that. The dress fell to her feet, and she stood before me a bronze goddess in a gold G-string. I could feel the electricity pulse through me to that special place. She reached back to unbuckle a strap from her high heel. “Leave the shoes,” I said. Kali stopped instantly. I smiled only because I knew she had relinquished all control to me, which is rarely the case. “Lie down on the mattress.” Kali did so without a word.

‘Boy, this is fun,’ I thought to myself as I rummaged through the gym bag until I found the wrist restraints. I tied her wrists together and then through the rings on the wall. I slip-knotted her left ankle, ran the restraint under the mattress, and then tied it to her right ankle. “Not too tight,” she begged. I softened the knot a bit. “How is that,” I asked? “That’s good.” I dug the blindfold out of the bag and turned to gaze at my handy work. The rise and fall of her breasts had become more apparent as her respiration continued to rise. 

I gazed into her eyes and lowered my lips to meet hers. Her mouth hungrily met mine, and we kissed deeply. I slid my hand along the flat of her stomach and allowed a finger to brush between her legs. I smiled at the result. Kali looked at me with a passionate gaze one last time before I placed the blindfold over her head, and I thought that she was going to say something so profound I might just cry. I gazed down at her beautiful face, and I could hear the Archangels singing hallelujahs. “Don’t mess up the hair.” The heavenly, dreamlike bliss broke instantaneously, and all I could say was, “Right, don’t mess up the hair; got it.” I did my best to keep her hair in perfect order as I slipped the blindfold on her. 

I stood up and took one more look around the room. I removed the towels from the gym bag, hung them on the rack, and placed the Jack Rabbit by Kali’s side. “I’ll be right back.” “Lock the door,” she piped! “If I lock the door, who’s gonna open it when I come back?” She thought on that for a second. “Good point; well, then, don’t be long,” she hastened. “Just don’t go anywhere; I’ll be right back.” I rolled my eyes as I turned and headed out the door. “Control freak,” I whispered to myself. “I heard that!” I chuckled as I headed back to the Pool Table room.

Rolling the Dice

As I headed down the hall, I wondered what I was going to say to these couples, and if they would still be there. Fortunately, they were. I was hoping the Shapely Brunette was with the Sandy-Haired guy because I knew he’d be locked and loaded as soon as he got the call, but, as I said before, it was a 50-50. As I entered the Pool Table room, I must have had a shit-eating grin on my face that said, “Hey, anyone here want to fuck my wife?” When they saw me, I got a curious look. I went ahead and rolled the dice. 

“I could use some help in the Dungeon room, if anyone cares to join me.” The dice were rolling. Sandy nearly dropped his pool cue and leaped the table; okay, not really, but I could tell he was definitely ready to lock and load. “Always willing to help out,” Sandy replied. The dice hit the wall and bounced. He made quick eye contact with the Floppy Brunette. ‘SEVEN OUT!’ the croupier shouted as my money was pulled off the table. Hey, it’s not that I’m complaining here; I already knew who Sandy was going to be with. Anyway, at this point, the Shapely Brunette glanced at the Dark-Haired guy, and I could tell instantly that they were a couple. She moved closer to him, and they had a few hushed words. “We’re going to finish our game,” she said. I looked at her and offered the most inviting smile I could muster, which has been known to make some small children cry. “If you change your mind, you’re welcome to join us,” I said as I offered her a conspirator’s wink. 

I turned and headed out the door with Sandy and the Floppy Brunette hot on my heels. I know what you are thinking; fear not — I do not consider this to be taking one for the team in any way because at this point, regardless of circumstances, I was pretty damn excited about Kali tied up in the Dungeon room and what’s about to transpire.

The Dungeon Room Gains Some Friends

Before we went in, I stopped at the door and turned to Sandy and the Brunette. “If she speaks to you, don’t answer. Do whatever she asks, but do not talk to her. You may do what you want, but before you do, check with me.” Sandy’s grin went on infinitely. The Brunette seemed rather nonchalant, but they both said okay. 

I tapped lightly on the door as I turned the knob. “It’s me, babe. I brought some friends.” The first thing that hit you when you walked into the room was Kali’s beautiful dark tan body against the gold G-string panties. Her six-pack abs were a sight to behold, and I had to pull my own eyes away to catch Sandy’s first reaction as we entered. I was thinking that he couldn’t possibly smile any wider without the top of his head sliding off. The Brunette was now grinning, too. They both gave each other an approving look. 

I moved closer to Kali and crouched down by her side. I ran my fingertips gently over her abdomen. “Are you okay,” I asked? “Yeah, fine,” she said. Her answer was short, and I know from experience that this meant she was excited and ready to get on with it. “Okay, baby. There are two people here other than myself, and they are going to have some fun with you. You can tell them whatever you want or need them to do, but they’ve been instructed to not speak. I’m going to be right here the whole time,” I told her. “Okay,” was all she said. I knew she was ready, so I turned to the couple and nodded my approval. I moved to a small table on the opposite side of the room and parked myself there to watch.

The Couple Plays with Kali

Sandy moved quickly in between Kali’s legs as the Brunette positioned herself midpoint of Kali‘s body. The Brunette teasingly massaged the flat of Kali’s stomach with her fingertips, sliding her hands up to just beneath her breasts and then all the way back down to her pubic line. I watched as Kali’s respiration heightened with the soft touch of the Brunette‘s fingertips. Sandy softly teased Kali’s clit with the tip of his tongue. With each stroke that these two made along Kali’s body, I could see her muscles contract and release ever so slightly. It’s a very sexy and exciting thing to watch and not something I get to see from this perspective that often. I found myself instantly aroused. Kali’s breasts rose and fell ever faster as the seconds turned to minutes, and her breathing turned into soft moans of delight. I know her sounds by heart, and I could tell that Sandy and the Brunette were doing a good job. 

Sandy worked his tongue deeper into Kali, and her hips were beginning to rise and fall to his rhythm. The Brunette French-kissed Kali while stroking her body and pinching her nipples. I watched as she slid her mouth down Kali’s neck and between her breasts. She flicked the tip of her nipple and teased it with her teeth and tongue before slipping it gently into her mouth.

They Change Positions

This went on for several more minutes until the Brunette moved down and switched positions with Sandy. At this point, Sandy needed to get his clothes off and did so. He had a well-defined, muscular body and was smooth-shaven from head to toe, just like me. As expected, he was fully aroused. I’m not a connoisseur of penises, but I’ve seen some in my day. Sandy’s had what I call a banana shape. It’s rather thick in the middle, with a pointy head and average length at what looks to be between 6 or 7 inches. I was thinking that if he uses that thing right, it would hit Kali’s G-spot perfectly. 

The Brunette had taken over for Sandy with expert technique. I knew her pussy was soaked and swollen, and she was moving toward her second or third outer orgasm. It wouldn’t be long before she needed to get fucked. Sandy moved to Kali’s midsection and straddled her with a foot on either side of her shoulders. He turned to make eye contact with me. I nodded my approval, and he lowered himself to Kali’s mouth. 

Kali lifted her head and hungrily opened her mouth for Sandy‘s cock. This was a good sign. Sandy supported her head with his hands as he entered her mouth. I watched from the table as Kali pulled at her restraints. I knew she wanted to wrap her fingers around the shaft of Sandy’s cock. I could hear the frustration in her moan. “Can I have a hand free,” she begs? “No, Baby; rules are rules.” I chuckled just a bit because I never get to see her like this. 

At this point, my cock felt like I’d been on Viagra for a month, and I needed to loosen my pants. The Brunette, still fully dressed, took heed and moved away from Kali’s swollen lips. She crawled over to me and helped me undress from her kneeling position. I was thinking that this girl was maybe a fluffer for some porn production company because she never got to her feet the whole time once she was down. She went to work immediately on my shaft, but my attention never left Kali and Sandy. 

Kali was in a full lather and fighting to get free of her restraints. Sandy reached back and rubbed her clit as Kali continued to suck his cock. “Can I just have one hand free, please?!” “A deal’s a deal.” “I need to be fucked,” she commanded. Sandy rose and moved away from Kali’s mouth. He went to his pants and revealed condoms. He held one up and pointed to his cock. I nodded my approval, and he unwrapped it. 

I moved away from the Brunette, still on her knees, and went over to Kali. I hunkered down close to her face and spoke softly into her ear, yet just loud enough so I could be heard by all. “Did you like the cock in your mouth?” I asked, and she answered with a very short and frustrated, “Yes.” “It was rather large and thick, didn‘t you think?” “I couldn’t tell because you wouldn’t let my hands-free.” “I know, Baby, that’s the point; you have to take my word for it. This cock is fucking huge. I don’t know if you can handle it all.” “How big?” “It’s really fat; it may even hurt you. I mean, this thing is double the size of mine.” I looked over my shoulder, and Sandy was ready to go. “You sure you want it,” I whispered? Kali hesitated for just a second, and I could tell that I had her thinking on the size of the cock about to enter her wet pussy. After a few seconds, she nodded her head. I took one last look at Sandy and moved back to the table.

Kali Finally Gets Her Big Cock

Sandy took position between Kali’s legs, and damn if he didn’t do her just the way she likes it. He slid the tip of his cock against her sopping wet pussy and teased her with it, sliding it up and down her pussy lips with just the tip, ever so slightly parting and penetrating the lips but not entering her. The Brunette went back to sucking my cock, which was so hard it had turned from red to blue. I knew the blood from my big head had drained all the way down to my little head because when I feel like this, my back teeth start to ache. Kali was moaning incessantly, her head rolled from side to side, and her body language was begging Sandy to slide his cock in, but she hadn’t asked for it yet. Finally, the words I wanted to hear came out. “Okay, you have to fuck me now,” she pleaded. 

I could see her body tense up in anticipation of the huge cock I planted in her mind. As Sandy began to slide in his 7 inches, Kali’s hands clenched into fists around the restraints, and she let out a long, anxious moan. Sandy drew a long sigh as he completed his first stroke and began his repetitions. I watched them both as the Brunette worked my cock very professionally. 

I watched for what seemed like an eternity but wasn’t really more than 3 or 4 minutes. In that time, every move of Kali’s body heightened my excitement and, at the same time, gave me that nervous butterfly feeling in my stomach that sent waves of electric emotion through me. I started thinking that I’d like to go over and join them because I felt left out. I wanted to place my cock in Kali’s mouth while Sandy fucked her, but I could see it would only distract from their rhythm, which was rising very fast along with mine.

Their Mutual Release

I knew from her urgings that my lover was close. “That’s it. Like that. Yes. Hard like that.” A few more strokes and she was in the zone. Her words came out in a long, shuddering sound. “Ooooohh! Yeeeeaah! Fuuuuck! Meeeee!” Sandy was near his end and thrust hard to keep up. I could hear a deep growling build up inside of him as they met in the middle. The two bodies both tensed up at the same time. Sandy released that final primal ‘Aaarrrggghhh’ as Kali’s body rose to its end, and her muscles contracted for the last time in her final release. 

I pulled back from the Brunette and unloaded at least 4 or 5 good blasts onto her chest as I watched Kali wither back into the mattress and Sandy fall to Kali’s side. The release eased the tension, and my knees buckled just a bit. The Brunette smiled up at me as she rubbed my cum over the top of her breasts. I see I’d gotten some on her blouse and apologized, but she just smiled up at me in a sort of ‘no need to apologize’ gesture. 

We were now at the part that can be tricky, but these two seemed to know it was time to take their leave, and Sandy began gathering up his clothes and getting dressed. He handed his date one of the towels hung on the rack, and she wiped the cum off her breasts and blouse. They moved to the door. Sandy turned and took one last look at Kali, still lying tied up and trying to catch her breath. Sandy smiled at me with that ‘thank you very much’ smile and nodded. I nodded back, and they both disappeared out the door.

“Which Guy Was It?”

I went to Kali’s side, untied her, and removed the blindfold. She still had that glassy orgasmic look in her eye as she smiled up at me. “That was fun, lover. Which guy was it,” she purred up at me? I smiled a shit-eating grin back at her. “You’ll never guess,” I say. “The Sandy-Haired guy,” she asked? “Oh, you’d have enjoyed that, no doubt,” I replied. “The Dark-Haired guy? No way!” “Nope!” “Who was it then?” “The old man in sweats.” I laughed so hard I almost pissed. “I will fucking kill you if that’s true,” she panicked. I pulled her into my arms and held her close before something very bad happened to me. I kissed her cheek. “I’m just kidding. It was the Sandy-Haired guy.”

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