Happily Tricked Into Bondage Sex Without My Husband

Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, December 20, 2023.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Thursday, December 21, 2023.

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At first I thought it was spam, and I didn't recognize the sender's name or email address, but curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it up.

"Hi," the email began. "My name is Craig. About 10 years ago, you and your husband came over to my hotel room at the Los Angeles Airport Marriott for a very naughty rendezvous. He came up to my room ahead of you, and then you came up a few minutes later. You knocked on my door after blindfolding yourself, and I guided you inside without either one of us saying a word to each other."

I remembered Craig to be a wonderfully sensitive lover, and the memory of what happened that late afternoon came rushing back.

My husband had arranged for me to rendezvous with Craig in his hotel room as if I was going there on my own. In turn, my husband would get off on being a voyeur. Had that not been the arrangement, I wouldn't have gone to Craig's hotel room on my own, especially since I had never met him before.

The rest of Craig's email explained that my husband had told him that I got off on what happened, but he worried that I hadn't enjoyed myself because he was never invited to play with me again.

When I replied, I reminded him that he had made me squirt multiple times, and that I would have loved to have seen him again. Of course, I had never actually seen what Craig looked like because of the blindfold, which I wore the entire time I was there. I also let him know that both my husband and I had enthusiastically agreed that we would love to do the same thing again.

In his reply back to me, Craig told me he was relieved to know that both my husband and I had enjoyed ourselves, and he asked if it would be possible to arrange the same thing again.

"Should I contact your husband?" He asked.

I told Craig that he could if he wanted to, but I also gave him another option. I described to him one of my husband's hottest fantasies, and he readily agreed to it. He seemed as excited as I was about it. I could hardly wait, and neither could he.

Craig often stayed at the Los Angeles Airport Marriott because he's a pilot. I won't mention the airline because I want to be discreet about it, which by the way his name isn't really Craig. I changed his name to be even more discreet.

As arranged between me and Craig without my husband knowing about the rendezvous, I knocked on his door after blindfolding myself, and he guided me inside.

"It's good to see you again," he said.

"And it's good not to see you," I laughed. After all, I still didn't know what he looked like because of the blindfold.

As Craig had done before during our 1st rendezvous, he slowly and sensuously stripped me completely naked, and then he laid me face down on the King Bed that was in his room. Of course, this time was different. This time, I did go to his hotel room on my own. This time, my husband wasn't in the corner of the room watching us.

As Craig had also done before during our 1st rendezvous while my husband watched, he restrained me spread eagle. Unlike before, though, the restraints were secured extra taut so that I was effectively immobilized. The way that I was so tightly restrained added to my arousal, and excitement, which was even more intensely felt because I was there on my own.

"Are you going to text him like we planned?" I asked a little nervously.

"I will," he assured me, "but I want to have you all to myself for a while if that's alright with you."

"I'm not really in a position to do anything about it," I laughed.

"No," he replied, "you're not, and I like it that way."

"I can feel that you like it," I replied after feeling his hard cock press down against my ass crack while he massaged my back.

"And I can see that you like it," he told me while sliding a couple of his fingers into my wet pussy. "You're already sopping wet!"

I was indeed already sopping wet. After all, just as he had done before while I was restrained spread eagle completely naked, he was giving me an erotic, and full body massage. For my husband, he'd probably find it a bit boring, but for me, I found it to be wonderfully arousing. At that moment, I could care less whether or not in was in the room watching. I kind of felt glad that he wasn't watching.

I could sense that Craig was happy about my husband's absence as well. Whatever was going in in his head, the erotic and sensual full body massage he was giving me felt even better than the 1st one he gave me.

Oh, and I don't know how I could forget to mention this on a foot fetish site, but I learned the first time that I was with Craig that he has a major foot fetish. He has a tickling fetish, too, and he took full advantage of having me so tightly restrained to engage in it to his content. Even when I sometimes begged him to stop tickling me, he wouldn't. I found that to be maddening, but also intensely pleasurable.

One of the things that I liked the most was Craig's penchant for sucking my toes. He was really good at it, too! So good, in fact, that I really stopped caring whether or not Craig would text my husband to join us as that had been our plan. Or at least it had been my plan.

My thinking was that Craig would text my husband that I was "tied and helpless" in a certain room at the Los Angeles Marriott Hotel, and that if he wanted to join us, he should come over, or hear about it later. I didn't really think that Craig would not text my husband. At the same time, though, the idea of him not texting my husband did cross mind. On the other hand, I did think there was a good possibility that Craig would not text my husband, which to be honest about it again, kind of thrilled me.

After Craig gave me an incredibly satisfying full body massage, he released my from the restraints, and gave me a bathroom break when I told him that I needed to pee.

After I cleaned up, he laid me on my back after asking me if we could "finish our fun." Then he once again restrained me spread eagle just as tightly as he had done before, and he took fully advantage of my bound, and naked body. He made me squirt multiple times, and sometimes uncontrollably, which was intensely satisfying!

Craig never did text my husband, or if he did, he didn't tell me. I presumed that my husband never showed up, although I suppose that if he had been texted, and if he had shown up, I was simply kept unaware. I could understand they might prefer it.

Not knowing one way or the other made things kind of awkward for me after I got back home. But in a way it's an awkwardness that makes me wet whenever I think about it. If my husband did know, he didn't tell me. For all I know, he arranged to have Craig contact me as if Craig had done so on his own.

Every once in a while I go over to Craig's hotel room to be sexually ravished by him in bondage while I'm blindfolded. To this day, I still don't know what he looks like. Interestingly, he's very coy when it comes to the subject of whether or not he's ever texted my husband.

"You can always ask him," Craig sometimes teases me.

Under the circumstances, I doubt that I'll ever ask my husband. I figure that if he knows, and he eventually brings up the subject himself, I can just be truthful about it. I can simply tell him how everything with Craig got started again.