BLINDFOLDED WIFE

My wife Julia and I married when she was 22, I was 25. 
She was a law clerk interning at the firm where I had 
just been hired on to, and within 6 months I had scored 
4 new, lucrative clients, a corner office, and one hot 
law clerk that loved to get dirty. With a great round 
ass, C-cup breasts, and soft, luscious lips, I was in 
no hurry to let her go.

I was no virgin, but when, during our first time in bed 
together, she begged me to choke her hard, them came as 
I did, I realized I had found just the sexual girl I 
had been looking for. So innocent on the outside, a 
cute girl who didn't dress slutty, but obviously had a 
great body hidden under her clothing, but a dirty girl 
in the bedroom, willing to experiment and talk through 
our fantasies through all hours of the night. We 
married quickly.

We went through the various stages that, I think, most 
adventurous couples do - we had a 3some one of her 
girlfriends, which she liked, but she preferred men - 
so we had a 3some with one of my friends. She loved the 
attention of 2 men, and we did that quite a few times 
before eventually tapering off. 

She got a job as a paralegal at another firm, mostly 
because they offered her more money and it was closer 
to home. After one of the married attorneys there 
started hitting on her, we began fantasizing about her 
"cheating" on me with him, as he cheated on his wife. 
We decided to go for it, and that began a year-long 
affair that ended only when he professed his love for 
her, and she informed him that she really did just want 
the sex, and she was in love with me. He was 
heartbroken, and we realized that maybe a long-term 
affair wasn't the answer. 

We thought maybe some anonymous sex would be fun, so 
she had quite a few one-night stands with men she would 
meet at clubs, and even hooked up with a few through 
online chatting. We were into that for a long time, and 
she confessed that the guys she really enjoyed were the 
ones that would take over. 

In one case, the guy wanted her ass, and she said no, 
but he took it anyway - forcing her, and basically 
raping her, except that she ended up loving it, and 
making sure she would meet up with him again once in a 
while. The men that were strong and dominating got her 
attention, and more than once she would come home the 
next morning with an extremely well-fucked pussy, dried 
cum on her breasts, and lots of stories to tell me as 
she slowly rode me.

The Christmas holidays in 2006 started out normally - 
lots of time off, shopping, having a good time. Julia 
went out on Friday nights, sometimes got laid, and came 
home. It was a Saturday night that changed it all, 
though. We were staying in, and it was about 11pm, we 
were naked in bed, and I was sliding my hands all over 
her body in preparation for a great fuck. 

As my fingers entered her, she whispered "I'd love to 
get fucked by someone I didn't know, someone I never 
see, and always wonder who it was..." she trailed off. 
I got one of her scarves from the dresser and tied it 
around her eyes, leaving only her nose and lips. "Could 
you tell it was me if you didn't know?" she asked. 

"Honestly, no," I said. She smiled. "You have one hour 
to find a man to fuck me" she said, "I'll let him fuck 
me and neither of you can ever tell me who it was." 

"Anyone?" I asked. 

"Well, I would hope he wouldn't be a fat pig," she 
laughed. "But yes, anyone you choose will be okay with 
me." She laid there, completely naked except for the 
blindfold. 

I thought quickly through my list of friends that lived 
nearby. Most were married and wouldn't be able to come 
over so late, but then I remembered Jim, my best friend 
from college, who lived only about 20 minutes away, and 
was still single. Jim had always thought my wife was 
hot, and though she had been with literally 30 men 
since our marriage, she had always thought he was kind 
of a dick. 

I grabbed my cellphone and snapped a picture of her 
laying there nude, sending it to Jim with the caption 
"It's yours if you get here in half an hour." He texted 
me back almost immediately, "Seriously?" I replied 
"Yes." The knock on the door came within 15 minutes, I 
was on the bed going down on Julia.

"Oh my god, who is it?" she asked me. I whispered to 
her "you'll never know," and she giggled in delight. 

I tied her scarf around her eyes, tighter this time, 
making sure she couldn't see anything. I went to the 
front door and let Jim in, shushing him as he stepped 
in, and took him to the laundry room to explain that 
she could never, ever know, and he was not to speak, 
but he could use her body all he wanted. He eagerly 
agreed.

We got to the bedroom, and he saw her naked form under 
just a white sheet. He stripped it off her, pulled her 
to the edge of the bed, and went down on her. She 
moaned a little, then said 'How do I know it's not just 
you, honey?" I went over to her and kissed her as Jim 
licked her pussy. "Oh, it isn't just you" she smiled. 

"Who are you" she murmured as she reached down and held 
his head in her hands as he teased her wih his tongue. 
He didn't reply. "Oh god, this is perfect, honey" she 
said to me. "I could really use some cock, though." Jim 
jumped up, pushing her back up on the bed, and moved 
between her legs, his cock rock hard and thrusting at 
her before he even reached her opening. She gasped as 
he entered her, and he took only 2 thrusts to bury his 
cock inside her. 

"Mmmmm, fuck this is good," she whispered. 

I was on the bed next to them, watching intently as she 
was blindly fucked. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked 
her. 

"Yes, perfect," she said. "But you have to tell me who 
it is," she pleaded. 

"No, never," I answered. 

She groaned. "Give me a hint, anything," she begged. 

I thought about it.

"You know him, but you're not really friends with him," 
I began. 

She immediately guessed, "Mike, Mike Saren!" 

I laughed. "No, it's not, so stop guessing," I said.

Jim kept pumping her as I continued. "He's wanted you 
for years, but you've never hooked up," I said. 

"Fuck!" she moaned, "I don't know." 

Jim moved her legs up onto his shoulders and started 
fucking Julia hard. She loves it really hard, and he 
was deep inside her when she started cumming. He 
pounded her through her orgasm, then slowed a little as 
she came down from it. He was screwing her slowly when 
she spoke again. "More clues," she said, her breath 
short and her chest heaving still.

"Last one," I said, "any more and you'll know." 

She nodded. "He's single, and obviously he lives pretty 
close by." She thought for a minute, still pushing her 
hips up to meet Jim's thrusts.

"Oh my god!" she suddenly said. "You're letting Jim 
fuck me!" She ripped off the scarf and looked up as Jim 
suddenly pulled out and came on her, his pent-up cum 
spraying her from her navel to her chin, a huge load of 
cum splattering her body, her tits coated with him. 

He collapsed next to her, exhausted, as the cum pooled 
just below and between her breasts. "Towel?" she asked 
me, and I laughed. "Rub it in," I said instead. 

"Fine!" she exclaimed, sliding her hands down and 
rubbing the cum from her flat stomach up onto her tits, 
covering them in the shiny mess, then up to her neck, 
and down to her navel. Her body glistened with Jim's 
sperm. I wanted her so bad right then.

Jim got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. 
Julia laid in bed as I watched her slutty body. "That 
was incredible," she said, "exactly what I needed." 

"You weren't supposed to know," I said to her, "but you 
cheated."

She smiled. "I had to know," she said, "it was driving 
me crazy, and god, that was really a good fuck!" she 
explained. 

"Oh, do you want that again?" I asked her. 

"I don't know, maybe," she smiled, "but we'll have to 
see." 

Jim came out of the bathroom and thanked us for the 
fun, and disappeared out the front door.

Jim had my wife three more times in the next few weeks, 
but none approached the first time in terms of 
eroticism. Julia had stopped going out for one-
nighters, and we lay in bed the next Saturday afternoon 
talking over our next move.

***

"I don't know, maybe we do the blindfold thing again," 
she mentioned to me. 

"I guess," I said, "but the only way to do it this time 
is if you REALLY never know." 

"Do it," she said simply. "I promise not to ask or take 
off the blindfold."

"No," I said, "you'll be tied up, and you won't be able 
to." That caught her attention, and she agreed to it. 

"Oh, but not Jim again," she said cautiously. 

"Oh, no," I said with a dirty grin, "you're not getting 
off that easily." I told her to take a shower and get 
all done up while I made some calls. 

I had an older friend, I guess about 49 years old, a 
guy I had known since about the time I was dating 
Julia, and we had come to realize some mutual interests 
in porn and masturbation, and had, on many occasions, 
jerked off in the same room while we watched movies and 
talked about our many adventures. Even after my 
marriage, we got together sometimes to "watch 
football," which always ended up in some beer, some 
porn, and jacking off. 

We never approached or touched each other, it wasn't 
like that, just some dirty fun. I was surprised he was 
into that the first time it happened, but after hearing 
some of his many stories, I knew he would try almost 
anything. And after he coaxed some stories out of me 
about my wife, though I was reluctant to tell him, he 
knew what a slut she could be. 

Even after all that, though, I wasn't sure he would 
want to fuck her - so I approached it like I did with 
Jim - I sent him the same picture of her, nude and 
blindfolded, and he called me back almost immediately.

"God, what a body!" he said when I answered. 

"I know," I said, explaining how it would work, that 
she would be blindfolded, never know who it was, and be 
tied up. "Tell me you wouldn't want that body to play 
with," I said. 

"Well, no, of course I would," he said, "it just seems 
wrong."

"Forget that it's her," I said, "look at her body, and 
don't think of her as Julia, just as a hot married 
slut." 

He paused for a minute, obviously checking out the 
picture on his phone again. "Shit," he said, "I'll come 
over, but I can't promise anything, I have to think 
about it." 

"10pm," I told him. "Exactly 10. I'll have her in bed 
and ready by 9:45." He agreed, and I told Julia when 
she got out of the shower that I had arranged 
everything. 

"With who?" she asked without thinking, then clapped 
her hand over her mouth, laughing. "Sorry, it's 
automatic" she said. "This time, for real, you will 
never know," I said. 


By 9:45 I had her naked and on the bed, and as I tied 
her up, she was shaking from excitement. I blindfolded 
her at 9:55, made sure the blindfold was secure, and 
her arms couldn't be loosened from the soft ropes, but 
weren't hurting her. She looked stunning on the bed, 
nude, hands bound to the headboard, blindfold covering 
her eyes completely. I took a few pictures with my 
cellphone to make sure I had them for the next phone 
call to arrange.

I heard his car at 10pm sharp, and opened the door for 
him. "Not a sound," I said. He nodded. We went into the 
basement to talk. 

"Well, what do you think?" I asked him. "Can you go 
through with it?" 

He slowly nodded. "I guess I'm just a big pervert, but 
I want her body," he said. 

"Good," I said, "wait till you see her."

We went upstairs and into the bedroom. Her body was 
stunning in the moonlight, reflecting off her flat 
tummy and perfect tits, her blindfold darkening her 
face so only her lips could be seen in their light 
reddish lipstick, gleaming. Her wrists were bound in 
rope and secured to the headboard. 

His mouth dropped in amazement, and I knew he was 
thinking what a prize, even though a slutty prize, 
still a prize. I watched his face as his hesitation 
left him, his uncertainty was gone, replaced by lust 
and desire for this perfect female in front of him. She 
was twenty years younger than him, a perfect whore in 
the bedroom, and she was being handed to him on a soft, 
comfortable bed.

He stripped down quickly, never taking his eyes off her 
body. Still fit at his age, and sporting what I can 
only term a really big dick, I realized how eager I was 
to watch him use her. 

He began at her breasts, touching them gently, all 
around, before his mouth descended on her nipples. He 
caressed her body, sliding his fingers up her sides, 
her thighs, the edges of her breasts, her face, teasing 
her as he enjoyed himself. She moaned for his touch, I 
knew she was loving it, and loving how his cock grew 
hard and brushed against her body as he moved up and 
down it.

He finally kissed her, and she responded, their lips 
crushing together as they made out, and she wrapped her 
legs up around him and begged, "Fuck me, I want you to 
fuck me, please, don't you want to be inside me?" I 
think he was startled a little to hear that come 
Julia's mouth, even though he had heard from me that 
she was a slut, it was a shock to him in person. The 
shock didn't last long, though, because the head of his 
cock was against her pussy lips, and he easily 
penetrated her as she moved her hips upwards against 
him. 

"Ohhhh fuck!" she moaned as he slowly slid his cock 
into her. He was gifted, as I mentioned, and she felt 
those last few inches as something new. They began to 
fuck, slowly at first, working together in rythym, her 
first orgasm less than 5 minutes into it, but they 
never stopped. He screwed her into her second orgasm a 
short time later. She was talking to him throughout, 
her words sometimes dirty, sometimes pleading, 
sometimes innocent, and I knew she was trying to get 
him to say something. He never did. 

After a while he began pounding harder, relentlessly 
punishing her cunt with his cock, until she couldn't 
take any more.

"Let me suck it!" she cried out as he raped her pussy. 
"Cum in my mouth, you want to, fuck my mouth and cum 
for me," she groaned. 

He pulled out of her immediately, moving up to her 
mouth and shoving his pulsing cock between her lips. 
She sucked eagerly, and it was only seconds before I 
watched him open his mouth in a silent cry and pump a 
load of cum between her lips, pulling back to also 
spray her face, and the blindfold, and her chin, and 
then dripping onto her tits and stomach. 

She swallowed what was in her mouth, then said "God, 
tell me who, please, I need to know, I need more of 
that, that was the best fuck in my entire life." We 
looked at each other, shocked, and I motioned to him to 
go out. I joined him a moment later and he shook my 
hand, whispering "that was incredible, I don't know how 
to thank you." 

I whispered back, "no, thank you, that will be 
remembered for a long time." 

He looked at me, wondering whether to ask something. 

"What?" I asked quietly. He shook his head, and looked 
down ashamedly. "You want her again soon, don't you?" I 
asked. He didn't look up. "Yes," I said, "you can fuck 
Julia again soon." He looked relieved that he wouldn't 
have to ask. I let him out the front door and went back 
to Julia. 

She begged for me to remove the binds, and after I 
heard his car move down the road, I did. The blindfold, 
and her face, were still covered in cum, and she 
laughed as it dripped down her chin and onto her tits. 
"God, that was a lot!" she said. "That was such a great 
fuck," she continued. "You're really good at arranging 
these setups," she laughed. 

"Wasn't that hard," I said truthfully, "there are a lot 
of guys that like that kind of thing, you'd be 
surprised." 

"I'm never surprised by men's perversions," she said. 
"Never!"

***

A few days later we were out shopping when Julia had to 
make a call, and realized she had forgotten her cell 
phone, so she borrowed mine. After the call, she looked 
down at the phone for a second, and said, "Hey, you 
have a text message." 

She glanced at me. I was driving, so I said, "Read it 
to me." She punched the message buttons and read it.

"Why did my father text 'thanks' to you yesterday?" she 
asked. 

I smiled. "I got him some stuff he needed the other 
day," I said. 

"Oh," she said, and went on talking about her day at 
work.