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Julia Blindfolded

I was no virgin, but when, during our first time in bed together, she begged me to fuck her hard, and then came as I did. I realized I had found just the girl I had been looking for.

She was innocent on the outside, a cute girl who didn't dress slutty, had a great body hidden under her clothing, but a dirty girl in the bedroom, willing to experiment and talk in detail about our fantasies through all hours of the night. We married very quickly.

We went through the various stages that, I think, most adventurous couples do - we had a 3some with 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, until she confessed that the guys she really enjoyed were the ones who would take over.

In one case, the guy wanted her ass, and she said no, but he took it anyway forcing her, basically raping her. She ended up loving it, and making sure she would meet up with him again once in a while.

The men who 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 cell phone 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." 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, and 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 with 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, "anymore 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 lay in bed as I watched her. "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 old friend; from I had known since about the time I was dating Julia. He had coaxed some stories out of me about our love life. Even though I didn?t tell him the whole story, 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 cell phone 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. My beautiful, sultry wife 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, loving how his cock grew hard and brushed against her body as he moved up and down it.

He finally kissed her. 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 could be bold in bed; 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 rhythm, 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 r*ped 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 own 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.

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. 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.