I had finally convinced my husband, Doug, to share me- with other men. We had had several threesome experiences, but always with another woman, never another man. Now I was finally having my fantasy fulfilled. But was I ready? ...
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I found myself naked, spread-eagle, tied to our queen-sized bed. I was blindfolded. I was alone.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I thought. I had finally convinced my husband, Doug, to share me- with other men. We had had several threesome experiences, but always with another woman, never another man. Now I was finally having my fantasy fulfilled. But was I ready? I tested my bonds gently. They were firm, of course. I wasn't going anywhere. As I mulled over my situation, I heard the door open and people walk in.
"I'm back," announced my husband, "and I've brought some friends." I could hear the wicked smile in his voice. The men shuffled around and murmured to each other. How many were there? I tried to guess from the sounds they were making, but I soon gave up.
"Geez, she looks scared," a voice said. "Are you sure this was her idea?"
"J-Jason?" I managed to croak out. I licked my lips. My mouth was dry. I realized I WAS scared, but I was also excited. The idea of being naked in front of unknown men, tied down, totally vulnerable to their whims, aroused me almost to the point of forgetting any fear that I had. I heard Doug whispering to the men, and I strained my ears to listen. It sounded like Doug was telling them not to speak loud enough for me to hear, in case I recognized their voices. Did that mean that all of the men were men I knew? Maybe if I managed to get them to speak, I could figure out who they were. I had already guessed one. Jason was a good friend of mine, with whom I had once had a one-night stand. The fact that he was in the group turned me on even more. If Doug had brought Jason, who else could there be?
"All right, everyone," my husband said. "Here are the rules. First of all, if I tell you to stop, then you stop IMMEDIATELY. She's my girl, which means I'm in charge here. Second, if she tells you to stop, you don't stop. If she really means it, she will say ‘fire truck,' you hear that, Jennifer? The safe word is ‘fire truck'. Third, we have one other kind of safe word. That's the ‘slow down' word. That means if she says it, you back off, but you don't have to stop. The ‘slow down' word is ‘umbrella'. Everyone understand?" Apparently, everyone signaled that they understood. Doug continued, "If anyone brought their own toys, you can lay them here on the dresser."
I heard thunks and clinks and jingles as various toys were placed on the dresser. Was that the sound of handcuffs?
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