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Surprising Myself
Published on Friday, November 4, 2016

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On time as scheduled in front of room 507 in a nice hotel not far from where I lived, I stood with nervous anticipation of what had been carefully planned. Having last minute second thoughts, I almost walked away. But I was much more excited than apprehensive, so I took a deep breath, and reached into the small luggage backpack to pull out a blindfolded that I had brought with me.

Nervously looking down the hallway in both directions to make sure nobody was watching, I placed the blindfold over my eyes, and secured it into place. Then I knocked on the door, and waited for it to open.

Within moments of knocking, I heard the door open, and I felt a pair of hands guiding me into the room. One hand was gently pressed against the small of my back, and the other hand was firmly on my right shoulder as I was carefully lead into the room.

"Are you still feeling okay about this?" A male voice softly asked.

"Yes," I nervously answered back in almost a whisper.

"Good," he replied back. "Thank you for coming over. I really appreciate having you here, and I want to assure you that everything I do is meant to give you pleasure. If at any time you want me to stop what I'm doing, then all you have to do is to give me a safe word, and I'll stop. The safe word to use is red, okay?"

I wasn't expecting to be given a safe word, which made me nervous about whether or not he'd be doing something that would make me use it. But I was still more excited than nervous, so I anwered back, "Okay."

"Good," he replied. "Now if you especially like something that I'm doing, and you want more of it, then please let me know by using the word green, okay? Or if you're getting bored with anything I'm doing, you can use the word yellow, okay?"

"Okay," I answered back. That seemed easy enough. I just hoped that I wouldn't have to say the word yellow too many times.

"Great," he replied. "Now unless you think anything else needs to be said, and please speak out if you want, let's remain quiet for the rest of our time together, and enjoy the naughtiness of what's been planned."

I nodded in agreement, and he remain quiet as he began to slowly strip me naked. I found the way he stripped me naked to be sensuous, and arousing. My breathing increased as each piece of clothing was removed.

First, my open-toed leather high heels came off, one by one, and I hoped he noticed my perfect pedicure with candy apple red polish. After all, he had told me in email that he had a foot fetish, and I love having my soles and toes played with by guys who really enjoy it.

The next piece of clothing that slowly came off of my body would have been my panties since he reached up underneath my one piece silk skirt to pull them down, but to his delight as I could tell from a happy gasp of approval upon discovery that I wasn't wearing panties, he instead stripped off my skirt.

Completely naked, he began to slowly kiss me all over, from my toes clear up to my lips at which point he kissed me full on for a great make-out session. He had known ahead of time that I loved to be kissed, and it turned out he was a really great kisser.

It was at this time when my thoughts suddenly turned to my husband who as I had been told would have come up to his room ahead of me so that he could get off by watching. My husband happens to be voyeur through and through, and at times that's actually all that he does, which has always been a complaint of mine about him.

In email before this naughtiness had been planned, I had even joked with my new friend with benefits that we might as well play without my husband given his propensity to do nothing but watch. I hadn't been serious, but now that I was thinking about it, I just as suddenly began to fantasize that I was alone with this first-time lover.

Admittedly, the naughtiness of meeting this man without my husband watching was getting me quite wet, so I continued to fantasize that my husband wasn't in the room with us. As I played this fantasy out in my head, what this other man did next made it that much more exciting, and much naughtier.

He carefully guided me onto the bed, and laid me down in the middle of it on my back. He gently pulled my arms apart, and then my legs. In an act of submission, I kept my arms and legs where he had guided them, and I let him restrain each wrist and ankle to the four corners of the bed. After pulling my naked body taut, he secured the restraints tightly and well so that I was effectively immobilized. I was definitely his for the taking, and we both knew it.

What he said next surprised me. In retrospect, I was really surprising myself since my gut had told me all along what had actually been planned, which played perfectly into my fantasy of playing without my husband to watch.

"I have a little surprise for you," I heard him say rather playfully. "Can you guess what it is?" He asked.

"My husband's not here," I answered back. "Is that my surprise?" I asked.

"Yes," he kind of laughed. "That's your surprise."

"I knew it!" I exclaimed.

"I thought you knew it," he told me, "and I'm glad because knowing you knew it really adds another element of naughtiness to what we're doing. It's also great because now you can really get excited with the reality that your husband isn't here to intervene on your behalf."

Suddenly I got a little nervous about that reality, that my husband wasn't at my side to intervene when I might need it.

My lover obviously realized my sudden nervousness, and reminded me about the red, yellow, and green words I could use.

That's when I felt compelled to start talking up a storm about nothing in particular, which my husband says I tend to do, and which he says can really mess with the mood of an otherwise great sesssion of bondage sex.

My lover obviously felt the same way because I suddenly felt a ball gag being fitted into my mouth.

"Don't worry," he assured me. "I won't keep it in long. I know you're not used to wearing a ball gag, and your jaw could get sore if it stays in too long. As for your safe word, just ball your hands into a fist if you want to give me a red signal to stop."

I almost instictively balled my hands into fists right then and there to stop him, but admittedly, I was more than aroused by his more exreme domination, and I wanted to see where it might lead. My husband had never ball-gagged me before because I had told him I didn't like it. Then again, I had never been ball-gagged before, so how was I to know? Now that a really sexually dominant man had done it, I was excited.

What happened next overwhelmed me to the core, not because I hadn't been forced many times over to climax repeatedly while I was happily tied and helpless to do anything about it, but because this time I was tied down much more tightly and well, which meant I was literally in no position to stop the sexual ravishment from happening.

Even though I wasn't able to see him do it, it seemed pretty clear to me that he had pulled out all of my favorite sex toys from the small luggage backpack I had brought with me, and he had evidently been consulting with my husband about how to best induce multiple forced orgasms from my naked and bound body. After all, he had pretty much mirrored exactly what my husband does to forcibly get me off.

In no time at all he had me squirting uncontrollably, and I was sopping wet. It was a good thing that he had placed a few thick towels underneath me. Otherwise, the bed would have been soaked with my own juices.

Then, as my husband likes to do when he makes me cum like that, my lover freed my ankles while keeping my wrists tied down, and then he placed my legs over his shoulders to deeply fuck me until he shot his load. At the same time I had a really intense G-Spot climax because his cock has been massaging my G-Spot in that positon of bondage submission.

Much to my pleasure, I forgot to mention that the ball gag was removed from time to time, and he gave a lot of attention to my soles and toes, tickling and massaging my soles, and licking and sucking my toes.

After he fucked me so thoroughly with my legs trapped over his shoulders, and my naked body taut to his for maximum sexual dominance, he restrained my legs apart so that I was spread eagle again, and he used my sex toys to induce another series of multiple forced orgasms from my naked and bound body.

Later on after releasing me from the restraints, and removing my blindfold to confirm that my husband hadn't been in the room with us, while surprising myself with that reality, I had a fun time giving my lover head, and jerking him off to competion. He didn't think he could cum again because he had already shot his load inside of me, but I'm pretty good at getting guys off, and I love the challenge of making guys cum more than they think they can.

Even though I had a suspicion that my husband had been there to watch, and he simply left before my blindfold was removed, I didn't say a word to him about it after I saw him at home later on. But as I often do with new guys who come into my life, I did tell him about this guy, and I suggested that he might be fun to have a threesome with in his hotel room when he came into town.

Needless to say, we did end up having a threesome, and it was similar to what I had done on my own. So now the three of us are friends with benefits, and we play in his hotel room whenever this other guy is in town. As you might think, I have to admit that having two guys playing with me at the same time while they have me blindfolded, and restrained spread eagle completely naked is more intensely pleasurable than just having one man.

Then again, the naughtiness of playing with another man in his hotel room without my husband is also a very fun, and rewarding thing to enjoy, so we sometimes role play our fun that way.

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