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Fantasy Becomes Reality

One of my most enjoyable, and erotic, sexual experiences was born from a couple different fantasies combined into one event. I did not know if and when it might even happen, but hubby and I discussed it a few times while we were fooling around … One evening after dinner and drinks, hubs took me to a hotel… we do this on occasion since we have kids at home …. Once in the room he stripped me naked …. Rather forceful, I might add. Then he threw me onto the bed and tied me down spread eagle. Next, he blindfolded me and placed headphones on me which were playing some god-awful music like Metallica. So, there I am… cannot move, can’t see, can’t hear. Then hubby began to massage me. H’s touch was light and tender. He touched me in ways that had me so very aroused in no time at all. He teased, stroked, and rubbed all the right places, but only enough to drive me crazy. It was not long before I found myself begging for more touch to the sensual parts of my body. He did not give in to my pleas for pleasure. He continued to tease me. I could feel my wetness between my legs and down onto the bed beneath my bum. When I thought I could no longer stand this gentle torture, I felt a second set of hands on my body. Without realizing… my hips thrust upward and off the bed, and I moaned, “Oh fuck!” I had no idea who this second person was… I did not care. The four hands continued to tease. The torturous pleasure increased tenfold. I wanted sex, and I wanted it now! I found that my begging had turned to whimpers and almost sobbing, but my cruel tormentors still refused to give me what I needed so badly. Then the unthinkable happened… more hands began touching my quivering body. I did not know how many hands …it all became one erotic blur of ecstasy. Although my sadistic tormentors had yet to allow me any sexual touch, I found myself shuttering toward an amazing orgasm… or so I thought. Hubby must have sensed my orgasm, because all at once, all the hands left my body. I suddenly realized that my pelvic region was thrusting wildly, and my wetness had become a stream of fluids. I had lost complete control of myself. Then as suddenly as the hands …the pleasure had stopped, it started again..everywhere. But not only hands, but mouths and fingers as well. My tormentors were now giving me sensory overload. My nipples were being sucked, a tongue was working my clit while fingers massaged my g-spot, another finger was in my anus, and someone else was sucking my toes and tickling my feet. My orgasms caused me to lose all control of my body and senses. Word cannot describe what I felt. But physically I went into convulsions, I soaked the bed with squirts and gushes, and a bucked so wildly that I had to be held down. But after what seemed to be an hour-long orgasm, more and more pleasure was forced on me. Now I was begging for them to stop. They finally stopped after more than a dozen orgasms of unbelievable magnitude. Before I could be untied, I was asleep. I still do not know who tortured me so wonderfully.

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