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“So, are you ever going to tell me?”We were both in bed, reading.“What? Tell you what?”“That night in the basement. Who the other man was.”“You still think about that? That was what, four years ago?”“Five, but who’s counting.” I put my book down and turned to face him.“That still bugs you doesn’t it?”“It doesn’t bug me, but it would be nice to know who fucks you.”He put his book down and looking me right in the eyes, “Your right. You should know.”“So, who was it?”“I said you should know. I didn’t say I’d tell you.”“You asshole!”“Yes, I have one.”“No, you are one.”He picked up his book and started reading. After a few minutes,“Would you like a repeat performance?”The book fell out of my hands, “Your kidding, right?”“No. If it’s still in your head after this long. I take it that you enjoyed yourself.”“You have no idea, but I don’t think you could top that night.”He continued to at least look at the book, “You’ll never know unless you try.”I put my book down on the nightstand. “Good night.”It wasn’t long before the room was dark. It took me a while to fall asleep. I kept reliving that day.I woke up earlier than usual. I made coffee and sat at the kitchen table… thinking.“You’re up early. Trouble sleeping?”“Did you mean what you said, last night?”“What did I say?”“Don’t be a shithead. You know what you said. Did you mean it?”“Of course. Listen. If you think you’re the only one that had a great time, think again. My pleasure is seeing you being pleasured. If you want to do that again, I have no problem with it. All you have to do is say the word.”I told him that I needed time to think about it. He left for work and I spent the day cleaning the house and then I went out on the deck to work on my tan.My first thought was what if the next time is a big bust. That night would be very tough to top and I didn’t want to remember a bad night.The other half of me said, what if it’s a good night. It was better than last time. I would have memories to masturbate to for a long time.I never liked making decisions. That’s why I let Chuck make them.So nothing more was said about it for the rest of the week. Then at dinner, I said.“Would you still do it?”“If we’re talking about the mystery man night, then yes.”I had to think about it right up to. “Alright. Let’s do it.”“Fine. Now let’s go over a few rules, shall we.”“You will do exactly what I tell you to do. You will have a safe word. No matter who gives you an order, you will obey them. I need to ask you a question.”I thought, oh no, here it comes.“This could involve some pain. Will you have a problem with that?”“No.”“Serious pain?”“Ah, no.”“Being marked?”Now I was getting concerned. He’s never told me in advance about either pain or marking me. Before I could get anything out.“I’m not saying anything like that will happen, but I want to know that if it does, that you’re alright with it.”“Yes. I love you and trust you, so yes, I will do whatever you say.”“Ok, then I’ll let you know when it will happen.”“Oh, I have one request.”“Sure. What is it?”“Would you mind if I picked out what I wear? I know you like to do it, but I’ve got something in mind that kaçak iddaa I think you will love.”“I don’t see any harm in that. Surprise me.”I was on pins and needles for the next week. I wasn’t going to make a pest out of myself, and so I said nothing. That took every ounce of willpower I had.Then on a Friday night, we were having dinner at a restaurant on the bay, when Chuck said, “I’ll be taking you to the basement tomorrow night about nine. I’ll be out until then. No later than eight forty-five, you will go to the basement. I want you to wear whatever you picked out, and sit on the chair that will be in the middle of the room. There will be a blindfold, wrist and ankle cuffs, and headphones. Put everything on and the blindfold last. And don’t speak unless asked to. You can moan, groan, squeal, and even scream, but no human language.”I didn’t like the fact that he smiled when he said scream. This time was going to be a little more intense. Plus the added fact that I won’t be able to hear anything. My panties were wet and I was one horny gal. I was going to ask him to fuck me right there, when.“Oh, and no orgasm’s from right now till tomorrow night.”So much for my badly needed fuck with multiple orgasms.When we got home, I resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn’t be getting any.“Hey, hun. How about relieving some pressure for me.”But he would. I kept my stockings and heels on just in case and walked into the living room.He was naked and stroking his cock.“You look, beautiful hun.”“Thanks, but if you love me, you’ll stick that piece of meat in more than one hole.”“I’ll take just one tonight. The others will just have to wait till tomorrow.”I went over to him and got between his legs. He took my hands and pulled on them wanting me down on my knees. I figured I would get him off quickly so I took him in my mouth and tried to get him into my throat. Instant gag.“Careful, hun. Take it easy.”Easy for him to say. I managed to get to a cum-turning pace, and he started to softly moan. I had him. No turning back now.I must have done a good job. I don’t ever remember him coming so much. When he calmed down, “What got into you? That was quite the orgasm.”“Yeah. That’s what you do to me.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~It was only one o’clock and already I’m climbing the walls. Seeing that Chuck won’t be home until around nine, I took my shower and put on stockings and heels. That’s the way I’m staying until I have to get dressed.Five o’clock. I’m past climbing the walls. Now I’m walking on the ceiling. It takes every fiber in my being not to cum. If I so much as scratch myself, I could cum. I had to take a cold shower, twice.Eight o’clock. I’m getting nervous now. I can’t back out, but I keep thinking about what will happen to me. I get dressed for him. First the makeup. Light but not too much. It looks awful running down your face.Then the surprise. A leather bustier. He loves leather and he loves the black lace one I wore in the basement story. This one has a shelf bra and detachable garter’s. This should get him.Eight forty-five. I walked down the stairs to see the chair. A metal folding chair. One that you kaçak bahis would see at any house party. Lying on top were the cuffs and the rest of my accessories. I prepared myself as told. I sat on the chair and the last thing I did was pull the blindfold down over my eyes. Then I waited. The music coming out of the earphones was kind of loud but not bad.I waited for what could have been an hour, but most likely was ten minutes, and then the music ended.“I like it.”His voice scared the shit out of me. The voice was his and he sounded like he was standing right in front of me.“I’ll have to take it off of you for two reasons. I don’t want to ruin it and it’s covering a lot of skin that we need to access.”He used the word, we. Was there?“Stand up.”When I did he took off my leather gift and clipped my wrists together in front of me. He took hold of me by my wists and led me over to where I had been before.It didn’t take him long, and I found myself spread-eagle with arms and legs attached to the beams. Same as in the basement but this time I couldn’t hear.The music started again. Now I was getting horny… and wet. I could almost feel my fluid running down my legs.Suddenly, my nipples were being pinched by fingers. The pressure on my nips increased and they were being pulled away from me. I could only move my body as much as the restraints permit.If you know how sensitive my nipples were, you know that I can cum just from having them hurt. They were beginning to hurt now.I was so close to a big one when suddenly… SMACK, a belt across my ass. Instant orgasm. I came hard. So hard that I felt myself squirt. That orgasm was overwhelming and left me limp.Now I knew that there was another person with Chuck in the room. Whoever held that belt was strong. My ass was stinging. I was just starting to regain my strength when another blow landed. This time across my back. I wanted to scream.And then I thought… I could scream… and I did. That fucker hurt.Then my nipples were being pinched… hard. I was close to another good one.WACK! Another across my ass. “Oh, fuck!”The music stopped. “You spoke without being told you could. You know what that means, right?I could only shake my head. Then the music started again. More agonizing seconds without my senses.Then someone put their hands on my hips. Then those hands pulled me back. Back until I hit something hard. A cock. Then a hand left my hip and I felt the cock sliding up and down my ass crack. With the help of the hand, he pushed into me hard. I was going to cum big time.WACK! I’ve felt it before, but not this hard. Also not in this very spot. I was lashed with a whip… right across my tits. Right across my nipples.I was shaking with pain. I knew that if I could just get past the pain, there would be pleasure. I would always endure the pain for the pleasure.It couldn’t be Chuck wielding that whip. He never would have hit me that hard. Then I felt the pleasure again as the cock in me started to move faster. I just figured out the pattern when.WACK! Another lash across my tits. This time above the last one. I think. It’s hard to judge location with so much illegal bahis pain. Then the cock pulled out. Damn! More empty space.The pain was holding steady, which made my pussy leak. I needed to cum but couldn’t express it. I was left to myself and wondered what was in store for me next.Then I felt a pair of hands on my back. slowly stroking all over and down to my ass. Lightly rubbing and feeling. Back up to my back and then around each side to grab a breast in each hand.Wait! The hands pulled me back like before but not on a hard cock, but into a pair of tits. These hands belonged to a woman. I was beyond turned on.Who was this woman? Did I know her? She pinched my nips and I know that she didn’t do this before. She was gentle.Now along with her rolling my nipples and causing me to almost cum, I did when she lightly brushed her hard nipples all around my back. I felt just her nipples.When one of her hands dropped down to my pussy and ran a slender finger through my extremely wet lips, I came like gangbusters.She let them go and it wasn’t a second later that the whip made its mark across my aching tits again. This time right below my areola on the left to above on the right. The worst part of that strike was the tail wrapped around and hit below my armpit. I could feel wet and knew I was bleeding.Everything stopped again. I expected Chuck to tend to me, but the next thing I knew I was being let down. as soon as my arms were free, they were clipped together behind my back.My legs were freed and I was led over to where I thought the couch was. Someone who I thought was my husband tapped me on the shoulder wanting me to kneel. When I did, my knees hit a soft cushion left for me.A hand grabbed my hair and held my head. I was ready to open my mouth to accept a hard cock when I was forced into a wet, open pussy.If I had my doubts about the tits against my back, it was put to rest by the pussy in my face. I knew what was expected of me, so I went to work. Now it’s tough enough eating pussy, but not seeing or hearing is the pits. I usually look up at her face or listen to her moans to let me know how I’m doing. The only thing now is her body movements.Seems I was doing ok as she was gushing and suddenly tried to crush my head with her legs. I think she came.Then the music stopped. And the earphones were removed. The silence was defining.“Well done,” Chuck whispered in my ear, “Hold still. I need to take care of a small cut.”He helped me to my feet and down on the couch. I can’t say enough about the pain, pleasure thing, because just as Chuck touched my wound with some alcohol, a mouth sucked my clit hard. Boy did I come.Chuck had to stop what he was doing because I was not sitting still. Orgasms while bound and blindfolded are much more intense than not.I needed to know who this other woman was. She defiantly knows her way around a pussy, and she has a wonderful tasting one of her own. Then I heard her.“Damn. Your wife can eat pussy. I haven’t cum like that in years.”I hope my husband is proud of me. Chuck finished tending to me, and he also wiped my wet face. I wanted to say thank you but thought better of it. I still felt the pain of the whip across my tits. Then Chuck said, “I’m going to free your hands. I expect you not to remove the blindfold, but I do expect you to enjoy yourself.