Stronger if Bound by Love, Part 1
Hands were skimming across my sides. I didn’t know whose hands they were, and I couldn’t grab them, couldn’t touch them with my own, to assess their size, their shape, their irregularities. If the fingers were long and the right hand’s second finger had a small bump, they would be Brad’s hands “ the bump was because he was a writer, and being a Luddite, he wrote everything by hand. But if there was no bump, if the fingers were unfamiliar in shape and size, then I wouldn’t know whose they were, as I didn’t even know who the person joining us was. I didn’t know what she looked like, whether she had short hair or long, if her eyes were green, blue, or something in between. I didn’t know if she was tall like Brad, or if she was kind, or if she would be rougher with me than Brad could ever get himself to be. After all, Brad loved me, and this strange woman didn’t even know what I liked in my coffee.
“Do you know who’s touching you right now? Brad’s voice, coming from somewhere very close to the bed, the bed with the posts, which we’d picked out a year ago, the posts my hands were now lashed to, with rope Brad had bought with me at the local hardware store. It was rough against my wrists, but it didn’t dig in too much, because Brad and I had done scenes like this before, many times, and he knew what he was doing by this point in time.
“No, I answered him “ I was honest, because I hadn’t a single guess as to which of them it was.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Brad again, and then a voice answered him. “Yes, she definitely is. The voice was obviously a woman’s, and although I’d told Brad I was interested in a woman touching me, kissing me, tasting me, I didn’t know if I’d ever fully prepared myself for a moment like this. I definitely regretted the blindfold I’d agreed to, though “ I wanted to know what she looked like, if she was more my type or Brad’s, butch and tough-looking, like I prefer, or delicate, like Brad liked, with a ballerina’s build and a ballerina’s grace, perhaps somewhat like me. I hoped, at the very least, that she was beautiful, someone who I would let do anything they wanted with me, without a second thought as to whether I would like it or not.
The hands found their way to my breasts, and then she climbed on top of me, her weight and shape betraying her. It was definitely not Brad; it was the woman who was joining us, and as her hands moved towards my nipples, as her fingers pinched them, hard and quick, I began to relax, just enjoying everything that she did, and looking forward to whatever would come next. She lay down on me now, and I reveled in the feel of her breasts against mine, the curves that pressed against me, so unlike my husband’s large, angular body. Women were curves, men were angles, and in this moment I couldn’t tell which I preferred. She did have one angle, though, a dick, sprouting from her crotch, pressing against me all the way up to my bellybutton. It was large, larger than I was used to, for sure, and I found myself getting a little nervous. I wondered how it would feel, having something so big shoved deep into my cunt, feeling so full…too full, perhaps. And then she kissed me, and I forgot to worry about that, forgot everything.
It was the first time a woman had kissed me, the first time I’d felt lips this full, this soft, and I knew I’d at least be completely happy with that part of her, were I to see her on the street, or across the room from me at a party. I’d notice her lips, and want, desperately, to feel them against mine, the way I was right now. I kissed her back, and felt as her hands found the back of my head, felt as they gathered up my hair, as they yanked my head back, arching my neck, causing me to inhale “ quick, sharp. And then her lips left mine, and I missed them, instantly. One hand still held my hair, still forced my head back, my scalp aching in the way I was used to by now. Her other hand reached down, and she lifted up, and then I felt the dildo teasing at my opening, then beginning to slide inside.
I was slick down there, but still, it hurt a little as she entered me, spreading me wide, almost wider than I could handle. And then it was all the way in, and I felt so tight around it. I found a sudden, strong interest to test my tethers, and I pulled at them, wanting to hold this woman who was buried so deep inside me, to feel her as she began to fuck me. I wanted to feel her flesh, to feel her lips, her thighs, her hips, her breasts, to feel every bit of her.
Instead, I felt the bed shift, more weight being added to it, and heard a popping noise. Before I could begin to wonder about what was going on, Brad spoke, his words illustrating clearly what would happen next. “I’m going to take off your blindfold, so you can watch me fuck Cassie’s ass while she fucks your pussy. You’ll both be so full, and you’ll both love it. Would I? And then the blindfold came off, and I saw her face for the first time, and she was my type, without a doubt. I was delighted, for a moment, that Brad had obviously hand-picked her carefully, just for me, a gift. She had shaggy, black hair, short and just perfect for me, beautiful pale gray eyes, and there were the full lips, the ones I’d kissed, but never seen until now. I lifted my head, looking down at the cock that was filling me, and it was just as huge as I’d thought, dark, shiny, black, and very, very big.
And to my right was Brad, slicking lube onto his condomed cock, his own nowhere near as big as the one inside me, but perfect all the same. Then he climbed behind us, another person touching me, and his hands shoved Cassie forward. This was going to be good, wasn’t it?
to be continued…