The rules of the game were easier than following them but that is the oath we took before playing. It is a spin on Seven Minutes in Heaven and spin the bottle, the caveat being that the person to whom the bottle pointed had to then be blindfolded and go into the master bathroom in our case, and wait for either the person that spun it or the person of the spinners choosing. So that is how I found myself in my master bath, out of my mind nervous and thankful that one of the rules added was a shot of your preference before being blindfolded. Being blindfolded also meant that I wasn’t permitted to touch or talk. So I was greatly relieved to smell a familiar perfume when it wafted from the door being opened and closed, because it was her delicious husband that had spun the bottle.
Relieved because I just didn’t feel that I was ready for him, not that I never thought about it. They are a very attractive couple that have been friends of ours for years since I hired him to work for me. They are about ten years our junior and ridiculously in their prime. My husband and I always flirt and tease with the idea, and them for that matter, and that is how I found myself in this position. When I felt her soft hands run down my shaking arms as if to steady my nerves while also providing me direction to keep them at my sides, her finger tips slid off mine and to my waist causing my legs to shake involuntarily again. She kissed my stomach above my waist while unzipping my skirt and pulling it down until it fell off my butt and down around my ankles. She continued to kiss along my groin and over my heated mound and lacey panties before she started to roll them down over my hips as well. I wanted so desperately to steady myself with my hands in her beautiful natural curls but I promised to follow the rules. She put her hands at the back of each knee as she picked up each leg to remove my skirt and panties from around my heels while her soft full lips kissed the inside of each thigh. When she stood again I was thankful she kept my heels on because they made us the same height. When her kiss opened my mouth and our tongues danced, she ran her delicate fingers up my sides and around my areolas causing my nipples to turn to diamonds and my pussy to flutter, and making me feel that I needed to tighten those muscles to keep my building nectars from pouring out from between my thighs.
Her kisses were soft and sensual, her smell intoxicating as we played tug-a-war with each other’s mouths making me grateful for being able to participate that much while making me hungry to do more. I was startled then by the breath and unfamiliar happy sounds coming from over her shoulder, and I froze like a pantomime not knowing what to do. I suddenly felt way more exposed and instinctively moved my hands to cover, but much bigger and stronger hands stopped them by my sides. She brought me back down with soothing kisses before her lips were replaced by his. They swapped turning my face up and down to meet their lips and I could tell by the angle I needed to turn up my head that it was her husband. All six foot four, dark and handsome, and that is when my muscles couldn’t contain any longer and my juices dripped like a fresh cut watermelon down the inside of my thighs. His kisses were strong, probing and demanding while stealing my breaths in whimpers. I fell against the counter, luckily I was at seat height with my heels on, and the granite supported me just below my butt. That is when I felt her drop down between us and scoop up one of my runaway steams at the inside of one thigh and made her own happy sounds as she sucked her newly flavored fingers clean, before slightly lifting and opening one knee to drink from the source. Her full lips pulled at my swollen mast while creating a valley for her to drink from and she drank using her tongue to keep me flowing, all the while her husband’s demanding kisses and strong leading fingers kept me barely cognitive. Again I was thankful to be resting on the granite counter when I came, surely over filling her hungry mouth and dribbling down her soft mocha chin, before hearing the distinct sound of an opening zipper. I listened intently as she turned her focus on him, and her happy sounds got deeply muffled as his sounds reverberated in my lips. I felt the back of her head back up and bounce off my fluttering stomach like a warning or promise of things to come until she made a satisfied sound and stood and kissed me again; this time her lips fuller and her tongue hotter than before with just a hint of his delicious cock to make my knees buckle again. She slid from between us, leaving me again, in the dark and desperate for instructions.
I didn’t know what to do but he did; and he put his incredibly large hand on my stomach and turned me around gently but deliberately, bending me over the counter before resting his heavy cock on top of my butt. He rocked back and forth and I felt both trepidation and anticipation for what he was warning or preparing me for. He pulled back far enough to allow his heavy cock to finally fall off my ass and between my legs, and when it sprang up with a hard thump again my clit, I squealed and silently pleaded with him to put me out of my curiosity. It was her hands that pulled me apart to usher him in as I felt her delicate fingers pull my lips around him as he slowly pushed into my tiny glove. She continued to mold me around him until he couldn’t go any further and I was wet and relaxed enough to accommodate him. Her hands then stroked my ass and back to sooth and relax me until my body and involuntary pleas helped to dismiss their apprehensions. I remember his cock and can still feel it when I recall, like now; and I’ll be eternally grateful for his tenderness. I’ve never been filled so completely where it balanced perfectly between pleasure and pain. It was like a needle full of adrenaline directly to the heart, and nearly was every time he buried deep.
She continued to stroke me soothingly and it wasn’t until she teased my with a delicate probing finger, that I realized that I had been holding my breath. And just like that, her finger closed some circuit that opened every nerve ending to my brain and reminded me that I needed to breathe. I suddenly came to the realization that my face was frozen in what must have looked like panic and it wasn’t until she turned my face to ventilate me with breathy kisses, that my scowl relaxed and my mouth closed on hers and my lips reciprocated. Like a maestro using her long, slender, piano fingers like the maestro’s wand, she directed our concerto through to our last symphony. I wish I could accurately describe how his magnificent cock felt like as it slid in and out of me, but the only thing that I can compare it to, is the feeling I had after that final push when my babies were born and the complete relief I felt when they were finally out of me and put onto my chest; all that pleasure with just the right amount of pain. My orgasm was also an out of body experience that culminated with his surreal flexing manhood pumping his hot seed deep into me and lassoing my soul back to my body while her kisses tamed my tears of pure fulfillment. After his curtain call to a standing ovation, he bowed and tapped me lightly on my quivering hips as a considerate warning before he backed himself slowly out and left me with drained and in need of support once again. It was like he took one of my legs away and I felt unbalanced, vulnerable and exposed again and it wasn’t until I felt those knowing, loving and secure arms support and turn me, and after he removed my blindfold to confirmed my suspicions, that I saw my husband’s voyeuristic blue eyes and ravenous smile. He helped me to my vanity chair and as our omnipotent couple dressed and exited with benevolent sated smiles and waves, I imagined blowing them big waving kisses, and throwing bouquets and even my panties after them when I was jostled awake to see my husband’s real curious bedroom blues inquiring. Happy Hump Day!!!