"No wonder you've been freaking out with all this sex research lately."
She nodded.
"So you found you liked it and wanted to continue?"
"Well, really I just wanted to find a way to tell you."
"But you liked it."
She was silent for a moment. "Yes."
He sped his thrusting.
It felt good and she wanted it even harder. "I started to enjoy it after I found I couldn't control anything."
He began panting. "Yeah? Did you like his cock?"
"Yes." She moaned into his shoulder. "It felt good."
He grunted with his thrusts, slamming his hips down onto hers.
This is how I like it, husband. Ram me. "He has a very nice cock."
Josh groaned loud and she felt the hot spurts of his cum flood her inside. He grunted with each spurt, and his orgasm was a long one. She felt immense love for him and that sense of completion that always accompanied their love-making.
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Dina checked her outfit on Friday morning. "Do I look okay?"
Josh eyed her. "Yeah. You usually wear longer skirts for work, though."
"I wore this last Sunday."
"I know, but that wasn't work."
How much should I tell him? Melissa was going to advance my instruction but what did that mean? "Thought I'd give it a spin."
"Well, don't take it off when you get home."
Dina coughed in indignation.
"And take off your panties when you get home, too."
She giggled.
He kissed her. "Off to work. Love you."
She loved his way and his good looks. She loved his manner and sexiness. He was her husband. He was hers. "I love you, too."
On her way to work, she wondered what Melissa's instructions would entail. Was it really her that needed more? Wasn't Josh the one being stubborn? It felt to her that it was her husband that needed some instruction. Maybe another blowjob, but no sex. The idea of him fucking Melissa angered her. Men were so brainless. How could he betray her like that?
On the good side, he had seemed to settle into liking what she said about her being with Caleb. Maybe he would stop being stubborn and give his approval.
She walked up the side steps. "Hello," she said.
Sebastian was all charming and smiles and sexiness, as always. "Dina." The one word was his way of greeting and it held a wealth of pleasure in the two syllables. She passed him, trailing her hand across his chest again.
Just a little tease. Why does he never break? I only got touched once. Was I disappointing to him?
Her duties were many, and she went about them without a mind to the time it took. It was easier to work that way.
The rooms were cleaned and since it wasn't her vacuum day, she ironed Donald's dress shirts.
Was Sebastian thinking about her? How about Pastor Mann? She knew Josh would be thinking about her; he was such a horndog. She was glad of it, though, and smiled in anticipation of going home. He wants me to remove my panties when I get home. Naughty boy. Maybe I'll stroke him to a Gallery again. That was nasty.
"Dina? Are you about done there?"
She saw Melissa standing in the door.
"Oh, yes. One more shirt is all, and then I'll hang them and be done."
The woman gave her a nod. "Shower up and I'll meet you in the basement after."
"Okay." Dina felt a thrill of the unknown rush through her. What manner of sexiness would her instruction take today? Maybe she could convince Melissa to begin instructing Josh? It was worth a try asking. That way, Josh would give her the approval she sought in removing the adultery from her record. Then she and Caleb could make love whenever they wanted.
Is Olivia jealous at all? I could never be like her. But Olivia was a sweet woman and so very nice. Dina envied her for the older woman's Christian attitude of sacrifice, service, and love. She wasn't a meek woman, just quiet and sincere without being judgmental. Her un-dyed dark hair shot through with silver and white showed to the world her down-to-earth approach and lack of pretension.
She finished ironing and carefully draped the four shirts over her arm.
She pondered Caleb's attitude towards Olivia. He was always touching her in a way that said they were intimate, familiar and unafraid of public displays of affection. It was obvious he loved her; she doubted such an honest man could hide on his face any disdain for her he might have felt. Would Olivia have told him that she fucked Josh? Or hidden it? Maybe she let him do it with me but maybe he was like me and didn't want her doing it with anyone else.
She hung the shirts and headed downstairs. Her shower was fast and efficient; she didn't like to waste time or water.
"There you are? Do you need to use the bathroom?" Melissa said.
"I went before the shower."
"Very good then." She motioned and headed towards one of the guest bedrooms. "Lucia does an acceptable job in your place. Lie back on the bed."
Dina fidgeted. "What will this—"
"Lie back on the bed. This is about trust and letting go of your silly fears."
Silly? They were appropriate concerns. "But—"
"Lie down." Melissa pointed.
Pouting, Dina did so.
"Give me your hand. No, the other one."
Dina stretched her other hand back. Melissa fastened a fur-lined shackle to it. She came around the bed and pointed to her hand. That one was shackled back, her arms stretched and bound to the corners of the head-frame.
She felt a sense of panic at not being able to control her own arms.
"Calm yourself, girl. No one gets hurt here." Melissa walked out of the room and returned a few seconds later with a large leather blindfold. She fixed it over Dina's face.
"Why are you—"
"Shh."
Dina frowned, but the blindfold was comfortable and padded.
The woman spoke. "You are in a safe place. There is no reason to fear, but you fear. You interact with people who trust you, but you do not trust them. You don't even trust your own husband. It is time you ceased fearing."
"By being blindfolded?"
Melissa's hands were up under her skirt. She felt her panties being yanked down and removed.
"But—"
"Silence. Exposure is a form of liberation, like it was on the barrel."
Dina felt her feet being pulled one at a time to the corners and shackled. She was comfortable, but felt nervous and unsure about what was going to happen. She felt her skirt being slid up so that her pussy was exposed to the air.
"Remain here. I will not forget you."
Remain? As if I can go anywhere? She started to laugh until she heard Melissa's footsteps receding. Oh my gosh. I'm lying here all open and you leave? The blinder robbed her of sight. She heard nothing. What is this supposed to prove?
Spread-eagled and open on the bed, it wasn't long before she began to hear noises.
CHAPTER 12
Dina tried to see, but her vision was effectively denied by the blindfold. What's going on? Who's there? Can they see me naked? What do I do? She wanted to close her legs in embarrassment.
There were people talking out in the main basement room. Their voices echoed a little, sometimes sounding familiar, and sometimes not. Who were they? Without her sight to connect a face, she felt as if she were missing something she should know. A panic rose in her, to tear off the blindfold and satisfy her lack of vision. Her condition seemed to rob her of the ability to connect sound with a familiar face – as if hearing a snippet of song and the familiar tune drives one mad with the desire to satisfy the curiosity and answer what was the name of the dumb song.
She pulled on the wrist shackles to no avail. It increased the anxiety in her.
I don't want to be bound. I want to be in control.
She struggled some more until she realized someone was coming closer to the bedroom. She froze, as if hoping to remain unseen in her blindness and her stillness would rob them of notice.
Go away. I'm in a situation here.
There were whispers she couldn't make out – out in the hall.
Who was that? Melissa? Her husband? She didn't want to speak for fear of alerting whoever was out there that she was in here. But that was silly; she knew they could see her through the open door.
Someone entered and let out a whispered sigh. It sounded hungry and happy.
Who's there? Why are you in here?
The bed sank near her left foot and she felt someone's heat close against the skin of her leg. She squirmed. "Who is that? Who's there?"
Someone whispered. It was a man. "Shh. No speaking. But I've admired you for a long time."
Whose whisper was that? With the blindness and the lack of tone in a properly vocalized voice, she couldn't make heads or tails of who might be leaning over her. Admired? For a long time? Who? Donald? Caleb? No, whoever it was didn't move or smell like Caleb. She tried to remember if the faint hint of cologne and soap she was smelling was Donald's. No, it definitely was not. The smell was simple and clean – not complex at all: Ivory soap.
Who admired me? Me? The curiosity in her burned brighter. Who admired me and why didn't I know about it? What's to admire about me? Then she realized her fears were gone, replaced by an insatiable curiosity. It electrified into a sudden frenzy of sensation as a masculine finger trailed up her leg. It was somewhat rough. Callouses. Someone who worked with their hands? Who would it be? She didn't know any workers except for those who might go to Crown Christian Fellowship.
Oh my gosh. A member of the congregation? Eek!
But her sudden panic was just a flash. The finger trailed higher, passing the joint of her hip. It touched nothing erogenous though the act of touching aroused in her a sensuality that caused her hips to squirm.
Touch me, then. I'm open and I can't stop you. A relief washed over her in an odd way. The responsibility was removed from her. She had no control. It was up to the man to be chaste or take more liberties. Without having to worry about control, she felt a nasty worm of thrill wend through her insides, heating and melting her from within. Unable to use her hands to stop whoever was touching her allowed her to enjoy the violation while absolving her of responsibility.
Ooo, are you going to do naughty things to me you shouldn't? Are you going to touch me?
The weight shifted and she felt a hairy leg touch hers. Whoever he was, he was climbing onto the bed, between her legs.
Suddenly self-conscious, she said, "What are you going to do?"
His whisper was calming. "Shh. We're not supposed to speak. But I've always wondered what your pussy looks like."
He did? Who?
"Such a beautiful pussy."
The quiet breathy words brought forth a gasp from her. He thinks I have a beautiful pussy? Who is this man? This admirer? Why didn't he tell me before? She felt an anger in her turning its head to interfere in her pleasure. Who did he think he was keeping his admiration from her? What right did he have to keep her in the dark?
Fingers brushed across her clit and she felt it as if never having felt it before. Magnified by the loss of her sight, the sensation of touch seemed more pronounced, even if gentle.
She felt his fingers enter her slowly, but not too slow. Wriggling their way in as if trying to fit fingers into a glove. She moaned out loud. "Oops, sorry."
He laughed, low. Was that hint of voice familiar? He leaned over her, breathing into her ear. His hot breath sent shivers of heat and lust through her. "I think you're allowed to enjoy it."
Dina opened her mouth to respond, but his finger stopped her. It slid in deep and delicious, touching her ache and teasing it. She felt movement on the bed – a vibration of some kind. Something slow. Was the man masturbating? She could hear him panting.
Oh wow, how so very sexy. My admirer is jacking himself between my legs. Where was Josh? What was he doing? He had said he would have wanted to be there when she was with Caleb. Would he want to be here now?
Thoughts of her husband vanished as she heard someone else enter the bedroom. She turned her head to follow the noise. Whoever it was stood to her right side near the wall.
Her admirer withdrew his fingers from her and climbed forward.
Oh. My. Gosh. Is he going to…?
She felt the head of his penis brush her pussy lips and she groaned in anxiety and need. To her side, she heard some movement, fast and nasty. Whoever was standing there was masturbating. Her lips began to spread as the hardness of her admirer began to push in.
She felt the room move a little as her mind tried to grasp and interpret the amazing sensations assaulting her. Oh, Josh. I wish you were here.
The rigid shaft penetrated and began sliding in, filling her. She was being spread open by a man's cock and she couldn't see him. Would the blindfold ever be removed? She wanted to see the man and appreciate him and his admiration of her, but she couldn't. She couldn't even touch him. Her mouth hung open as the hot shaft of man-flesh slid deeper into her pussy. Her insides parted, allowing the erection perfect entry.
She wanted to laugh. Ohh… this is something I could get used to.
The admirer pushed his hardness all the way in, until his hips were joined to hers. Slowly he pulled out, leaving a trail of tingles and desire amidst a hole suddenly hungry with need.
Put it back in, put it back in, put it back in…
The admirer pushed back in and began slowly pumping his cock in and out of her. The bed's metal frame creaked quietly – an intimate sound that made her think of her husband. Why isn't he here?
The man above her sighed, sounding very happy. His shaft moved in and out of her and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't see him or touch him herself, and she couldn't prevent him from fucking her as if he loved her and cared for her. She loved it. If this was liberation, she wanted it.
He made love to her – she could tell by his movements. They were slow, adoring, and sensuous. Heat rose in her and up her neck. She felt it on her face and her scalp.
Floating along with the movement of her body to his thrusts, she spun in the room in circles, tighter and closer. An orgasm was there, hiding, taunting her, but she didn't care. She was fully relaxed, having given up any kind of struggle. Her entire mind was focused on the man above her. She could smell his clean manliness. She could detect a hint of cologne. She listened to his pants and sighs. Each one and all of these indicators aroused in her a bond to the unknown man above her that would surely identify him once the blindfold was removed.
Right?
She felt the orgasm approaching in a way it had never approached. Her climaxes were normally aching and almost painful in its approach. The build-up was always frightful and an affair bringing tension before the inevitable release. This time, she felt the approach coming as light as a feather – a gentle rolling promise that had nothing of tension or ferocity in it. She knew it would be big and nothing like she had ever felt before. Not because it would be stronger than any other, but that the approach and climax would be so relaxed and peaceful. It would be a surrender requiring no resistance.
Her admirer groaned, pushing deep.
No, wait! I was almost there.
She felt his hot spurts in her – flooding her as he pressed his shaft in as far as it would go.
No, no, no, not yet!
He was panting above her and then leaned down to partially lay on her. He was a wiry man, angular and muscled. Who was this admirer? His hands touched the sides of her head, stroking back her hair.
"Thank you," he whispered. "That was wonderful."
Something smooth slid briefly across her right ear as he bent down.
A wedding ring?
His lips touched hers, briefly.
She opened her mouth, hungry for the kiss, but he was lifting himself off. Mister Admirer pulled out and she could feel the emptiness gaping open and his seed running out of her. It felt very wet down there.
"Wait," she said.
"Shh."
Another man's whisper. The one from the side? Or another?
The bed shifted and her admirer was gone. Then the bed shifted again and another man climbed over her.
Oh my gosh. Another one? But she couldn't move. Who is it now?
A hard and smaller erection was pushed into her wetness. Then it was pulled out. Whoever he was rubbed his cock over her clit and swollen lips. Sharp jolts of sensation shot through her in a familiar way – the normal approach of a regular orgasm. Well, whoever you are, keep doing that. I want to cum.
The second man stopped after a few seconds and pushed back into her.
She pouted, but it felt good to have a cock back in there.
The man moved faster, if not rough. Her pussy lips registered the passage of his shaft as it rapidly prodded her. She liked it, but it wasn't as good as Mister Admirer. Very wet sounds echoed in the room as his cock churned Mister Admirer's juices inside her. The bed creaked a little louder and she could hear the man above her panting desperately. This is me here, being fucked and listening to all this. It feels nasty and sounds even nastier. Strangely, she almost felt as if she wasn't on the bed but listening at someone's door. I think I like this, too.
She found herself panting along with the man but just as she was getting into it, she felt another flood of hot wetness inside her starving pussy.
No, no, no. Why did you have to finish so early? She felt the orgasm recede in her and leave behind a tension of aggravation. I need to cum, dammit. This isn't liberation; it's torture!
~ ~ ~
Dina was fucked senseless by two more men. She knew she was senseless because she could hear her own gibberish and moans coming from her mouth. The men were all gentle, if varying in their speeds. She wasn't sore, but she sure was tired of lying spread-eagled. And she still hadn't finished.
I really, really want to cum.
She could feel the tension in her, tingling and radiating from every pore on her body. She vibrated with the need to finish.
The bed moved – another man. He was slow in his approach, as if sneaking. One of the men in the room chuckled.
A sigh of lust originated from the man on the bed with her.
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