Erotic Vacation in Sardinia

Part 1

My husband always spends a lot of time looking for the perfect vacation stays. Sometimes he surprises me with once in a lifetime hotel stays, sometimes vacation rentals in amazing locations.

We were headed to Europe for our second trip to Italy. This time our itinerary was focused on the southern islands of the peninsula for two weeks of sun, sand, and turquoise waters. We disembarked from the ferry on the island of Sardinia to begin the second leg of the journey.

A taxi driver took us and our bags on a beautiful drive to the north east part of the island, where our rental was located. I looked out the right side window as we drove and was excited to have a week of the sea and beaches. Finally we pulled into our home for the next week. From the front it was an amazing picturesque Italian villa. The building was a C shaped building that the owners had remodeled and converted it into three separate units. Our unit was on the far right side. I looked up and was excited to see a roof top patio only accessible from our unit, complete with a pergola and sun drapes. Morning coffee and evening cocktails in that pergola were going to be memorable!

We left the bags in the entry way and took a tour of the first floor. The first bedroom was small with a desk. my husband placed his computer bag there explaining he would have to do work at odd hours so he would use this room as an office so I could sleep.

The kitchen was pleasant, but opened up to a living room with ceiling to floor windows looking out on a courtyard on the left and the sea straight ahead. In the center of the courtyard was a pool, BBQ grill, and a gate leading to the beach.

We went up stairs to find the master suite, which took up half of the second floor. It had large doors leading to the rooftop patio, pergola, and stunning views. I had no idea yet just how good those views would be.

We got settled in and decided to walk to the village center for dinner. We had researched a great seaside restaurant prior to our arrival and explored the town until we found it.

After a fun wine filled meal we paid the bill and went to a market for some essentials like coffee, wine, and snacks. As we were walking back we caught a glimpse of two men that appeared to be our neighbors in the unit directly opposite to ours leaving for a night on the town.

My husband joked that it looked like our neighbors were a gay couple here for a romantic getaway. I laughed and agreed, telling him that you'd never see two straight guys that fit and good looking alone on vacation.

We went to the upstairs patio with two bottles of wine and drank as the sun went down. I remarked that it was too bad we couldn't get the full sunset, but the morning sun rise on our east facing patio would be spectacular.

When I drink things start to tingle "down there" and the scenery amplified my arousal. My husband had been stroking my back, then the inside of my thighs, then he caressed my face with his hand as he kissed me deeply. I was losing focus and placed my glass on the table. As I did this he began kissing my neck and earlobe which drives me insane. I was already wet, but now I was soaking my panties. I felt his grip get more firm on my face as he braced me for what was next. As his tongue danced in my ear my body was on fire. As he was making me squirm, I reached down and began stroking his cock until he was fully hard, and then I leaned over and unzipped his shorts and sucked his precum covered cock. I swirled it around my tongue and the warm slippery sensation shot a bolt of electricity straight to my pussy.

My husband stood up and took me to the balcony overlooking the sea and lifted my skirt from behind. I felt his hand pull my thong to the side followed shortly by his cock slamming home with no resistance from my dripping pussy. He slowly fucked me as he lifted my shirt and pulled down my bra releasing my nipples. I came so intensely as he pinched them I nearly lost my senses. He placed my hands on the railing for support, gave my nipples one last erotically painful squeeze,' and then I felt his hands migrate to my hips.

I felt his firm grasp pull me violently onto his cock while he simultaneously thrust deep into my slippery hot hole. He read my body perfectly, sensing when I craved a dripping release, pulling out to the sounds of splashing on the patio deck. He pulled my thong to the side again and repeated this over and over until my knees gave out and I dropped, holding the railing for stability.

He then led me to the couch and took my soaking wet panties off and began stroking my clit with his tongue, making me cum almost instantly. I felt his mouth lock onto my hole, probing, licking, -and sucking until I lost control and squirted. I looked down to see him smiling with a wet chest as he fingered me.

At this point the sun was down, and the area was largely dark and quiet. I felt him roll me over. My knees were on the outdoor couch as I looked facing the courtyard. I only had enough time to realize the submerged pool light was on before I felt his warm tongue tracing the contours of my ass. Nothing makes me cum longer and faster. He held my thighs firm, making it impossible for me to escape his tongue's forays into my ass. I rested my head on the couch back cushion as I began moaning at first and eventually screaming.

Finally he stopped, giving me a moments rest and a chance to breath. I picked my head up and noticed our "gay" neighbors silhouetted by their rooms interior lights as they stood in the courtyard. I was mortified. I dropped down low, and without explanation ran crouching to our bedroom door. My husband quickly followed and asked what was wrong. I told him "our neighbors were out there. They heard us!"

He reassured me that I hadn't been loud enough for them to hear, especially since my screaming had been muffled by the couch cushion I was biting. He was lying, and I knew it. But, I deluded myself into believing him, and took solace in the fact that even if they did hear something they wouldn't care because they were gay.

The next day, after our morning coffee and breakfast we walked though the gate separating the courtyard from the beach, walked down the stone steps, and walked hand in hand along the coast. We ate lunch at a small cafe before we returned home. Entering the courtyard through the gate I was a bit embarrassed, and cautiously looked to ensure our neighbors didnt see me. Thankfully they were gone.

My husband had to do some work and I laid out at the pool soaking up as much sun as I could. We had really lucked out. We had a pool, hot tub, outdoor seating, and a grill in our courtyard, -all of which looked over the sea.

I was listening to an audio book and was oblivious of the sound of our neighbors opening glass door, and their entrance to the courtyard. My eyes fluttered open for a second and saw them carrying meat for the grill and a pitcher of what looked like a white wine sangria.

I felt a mix of panic and extreme embarrassment as they placed their things down on the table and made a gesture of hello. I forced myself to smile and wave back. The meat was on the grill and they poured drinks into solo cups. I had been studiously avoiding looking at them to avoid my growing embarrassment, when I saw a pair of sandals at the base of two very tan and muscular legs. I then noticed the tails of an unbuttoned shirt that only partially concealed a speedo. My brain involuntarily quipped "well that settles it, they are definitely European! NO American would wear those."

My eyes continued to trace his body upward and I noticed a muscular arm extended towards me offering me a glass of sangria. I took my earbuds out and heard him say "Hello, I am Paulo, and this is my friend Marco. We are neighbors, no? It would be rude to drink alone! Please have some" I thanked him and told him how kind he was as I raised the cup to my mouth for a sip.

The drink was amazing! It looked and tasted like something out of an outdoor loving magazine. "it's very good, what is in it?" He listed the ingredients and I realized they mixed for a sweet and deceptively powerfully intoxicating drink. I noted to myself to got easy on these... the last time I had had drinks with two strangers things had turned a bit dangerous.

They continued cooking on the grill and talking to each other as they worked their way through the pitcher of drinks. I would occasionally take a quick glance at them, and was not shocked at all to see they were both very hot and very fit. "why is it that guys like this always end up gay? It's so not fair!"

My husband wrapped up his calls and came out to join us. The two waved and immediately invited him to have a drink. With my husband there I felt more comfortable and began talking and drinking. It turned out that Paulo's parents owned the villa, and when the family that had rented the two other units cancelled at the last minute. Paulo's dad asked if he wanted to use it. So, they took time off from their jobs in Rome to spend a little downtime in the beach.

"So no one is in the middle unit this week?" My husband asked. "'No, the four of us have the villa to ourselves." Paulo answered.

The sun and heat were getting intense. I could feel beads of sweat starting to form and wanted to dip in the pool. I asked my husband to join me so I wasn't the only one. I stood up and he whispered in my ear "god your ass is amazing." We walked down the pool steps holding our drinks until the water was cooling most of our bodies.

The two guys had been cleaning up after their lunch and came back outside. I reflexively looked over when I heard the door open and saw them step onto the courtyard with nothing but their speedos. I nearly choked on my drink as I quickly turned my head. My husband even noticed and joked "dear lord, please tell me they put potatoes in their shorts as a joke!"

It was very distracting. It wasn't so much that I was aroused by the sight of their massive bulges stretching out their speedo's elasticity to the max. It was truly more of a scientific curiosity. I was wondering if they had been turning each other on before going out to the pool, or if they were really that big without arousal.

I forced myself to suppress this prurient thought and sipped my drink as we all talked. My husband was having fun chatting with them and they were soon laughing and joking around. The hour was growing late and we had dinner reservations so we said our goodbyes and left to get ready.

Back in our unit my husband said "very cool guys. I appreciate that they weren't flamboyantly gay and groping each other in front of us just to make a point of gay pride." I laughed, took another drink, and reflected back on the afternoon. "you know," I told my husband, "come to think of it they didn't really show any romantic affection. They must be very closeted gays. Otherwise that wouldn't make sense."

Part 2

Our dinner was on a yacht cruise of the island, and we were able to see the sun set on the sea while we dined on the west side of the island. We got back to our unit and my husband received a call from a large client who needed to talk about something urgent. I grabbed a glass of wine and went to the rooftop patio while he talked in the down stairs room.

I was sitting in the pergola sipping wine with the sound of the ocean rhythmically hitting the shore. the cloth sunshades of the pergola had been untied on three sides and were obstructing much of the view except the ocean.

The wine was doing its thing and I was hoping my husband would finish work and join me. Just then I heard giggling and low voices in the courtyard. I thought I could hear Marco and Paulo but there were also higher, more feminine voices. I couldn't see but I assumed they were flaming gay guys back for a foursome. Then there was a splash, then another, and I could hear they were all in the pool. I parted the sun shades for a voyeur's view. Paulo and Marco were definitely not gay! Each of then was holding and kissing a hot naked woman. My pussy ached as I was progressively more turned on by watching!

Marco released his hold on his girl and she floated on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist. The pool lights provided just enough light that I could see the contours of the naked bodies under the water. I saw his cock rise out of the water as he slapped it against her spread pussy. It was it was incredibly large and fully erect. I made an audible gasp as I saw him push his cock down with his hands and guided it into her pussy. I could almost feel him sliding into me just from watching. I guiltily felt so jealous of her because I wanted that cock inside me. I wanted my pussy to feel that full. I was sitting on the couch and I slipped my hand down my shorts and started rubbing my pussy, slowly fingering myself, then harder and harder until I came hard. I dropped my shorts and panties on the deck, then I kneeled on the couch and continue to watch the four of them fucking as I fingered my pussy.

They got out of the pool, naked and dripping wet and dried to each other off with towels. Both Paulo and Marco's cocks were rockhard standing straight up. Both girls playfully grab their cocks and let them inside to the living room of the unit. I could see them through the sliding glass door, sitting on the couch, kissing and fucking each other. Paulo was fucking his girl from behind on the couch. Marco slipped in front of her with his cock in front of her, and she immediately started sucking it. Her friend approached and began kissing her neck and rubbing her body. She then played with her nipples, squeezing them as her fried was getting spit roasted by two enormous cocks.

It was the dirtiest thing I've ever seen in real life and I couldn't stop watching. Then I watched as both of the guys stood back and took a break. The girls knew exactly what to do and started kissing each other and fondling each other's tits, and fingering each other's pussies, as the guys stroked watching the show. I couldn't stop fingering my pussy and kept coming over and over again

I needed something bigger inside of me immediately, but I didn't want to go grab my vibrator for fear of missing the show. Then the girls lay down on the couch and started to 69 each other. After a while Marco and Paulo each got behind one of them and slipped their cocks into their holes while the girls licked and sucked each other's clits

They continued on like, this switching partners fucking sucking, and turning me on intensely. And then they ruined it. They stood up and went to the bedroom to fuck on the bed, and sadly there were no windows. I rubbed my pussy harder than I've ever rubbed it before slapping it over and over and over again until I sprayed cum all over the patio. I was nearly spent when my husband walked out the door under the patio. He looked at me and noticed that I was a complete wreck, soaked pussy, shorts off, and my top of the mess. He smiled and said "if I didn't know better I'd say it looks like you just got fucked."

I felt intensely guilty for what I just watched and done, and I was embarrassed to tell my husband. But then I started to, and I couldn't help but touch my pussy as I told him the story again and relive it in my mind. As I kept talking, he approached me and he stood and bent me over the couch to fuck me. as he slid his cock into me, he leaned over and whispered in my ear "keep telling me your dirty story. I want to hear all the details." I went over everything I could remember and describe the moment. I saw Marco's cock come out of the water and get ready to fuck the floating girl. I paused, uncertain how much detail to give when my husband said "I bet you wanted that cock in your pussy you dirty whore." I paused and felt a little embarrassed, and he slammed his cock into me with all of his force. He asked me again "you wanted to fuck that cock didn't you? "I couldn't answer. I felt too guilty. He grabbed my hair and pulled it and fucked me harder. He banged my pussy hard and then would pause for a breath and say "tell me you wanted that cock you dirty whore." The more I refused to tell him the rougher he got slapping my ass, punishing my nipples, pulling my hair and pounding my pussy and until it hurts so good.

Finally, I needed a break and I couldn't take anymore. I slumped down on the couch, breathless and admitted "as I was watching that thing I wanted nothing more in the world did it be filled up by that massive cock. "My husband gave me a deep kiss and said "good girl." You had your dirty show tonight, now it's time for mine. Let's go inside. "

He led me through the door to our bedroom and laid on the bed. He has a fascination with watching me masturbate and watching me squirt. So as he lay on the bed with his arms stretched out I knew exactly what he wanted without being told. I went to the suitcase and I grabbed the restraints, and I tied his arms to the bed. I went back to the suitcase and got a collection of toys.

First, I started with my rabbit vibrator. I stood over him with one hand on the wall, legs on either side of his head, letting him see my pussy as I pounded it with a vibrator and rubbed my clit. As I would get close to coming, I'd hit my G spot and have the most intense need to squirt. I released all over him, and every time I did, I sat in his face and made him lick me clean.

I had been standing so that we could see each other's faces, but then I turned around and sat down on his face so he could easily lick my ass and eat me. He attacked my ass with his tongue and mouth like he was a starving man. I forced him to pleasure my ass and rewarded him occasionally by squirting on his chest.

My ass was buzzing, so I stood up and grabbed a vibrating butt plug and some coconut oil. I lubed it up, and I slid it into my ass and turned it on high. It gave me intense, pulsating pleasure over and over again while I stood above him with my hands on my knees, gasping for breath.

I again turned around so we were face-to-face, and I grabbed his favorite vibrator. It's this insanely large girthy alien cock. He loves the way it stretches my pussy out, and he can see the lips expand. Again, I stood over him slowly, working the alien cock into my pussy as he looked up and saw me. It's so big and so powerful that the moment I make it past the fat ridge at the bottom I shutter and convulse with an intense orgasm. I take it out, and I spray my cum all over him.

I sat down on his face again and made him lick me clean while the butt plug was still buzzing, making me lightheaded from orgasms. I finally can't take it anymore and I have to take it out. I grab some coconut oil and with my husband still tied the bed start to stroke his cock and talk dirty to him. I know exactly what he wants to hear, and as awkward as it is for me to tell him, I fight through and say how bad I wanted to fuck those guys.

We had had an impromptu gangbang once before on a different trip and I promised myself I would never do that again. But here I was facing that same fantasy and my husband getting harder and harder the more I talked about it. As he was getting close to cuming he said "I wish they were here right now and you were fucking them while I was restrained. It would be so hot to watch that and not be able to touch myself. "

With that, he lost control and sprayed his cum on my tits. I released him from his restraints, and we were both very spent and lay down each other's arms, naked and slept.

We woke in the morning and had our ritual of coffee and the sunrise. As we were on the patio upstairs we saw our neighbors door open to the courtyard and they walked the two girls to the gateway and appeared to leave with them. My husband said "those guys have great taste. Those ladies are hot.. I feel like I need to go high five and congratulate them. "

The thought of him doing that made me incredibly embarrassed and blush just thinking about it. I told him he better not. We finished our coffee and had no plans for the day other than lounging around and enjoying the water. I got dressed in a new swimsuit that my husband bought for me for the trip. He always buys me sexy new swimsuits, and usually one or two, but are so skimpy there is no way in hell I would wear them in public. But, because it looked like our neighbors had gone away with their lady friends. I figured I would give my husband a treat and wear one of the tiny and nearly see-through bikinis. He bought me.

We were sunning ourselves at the pool when we decided to go in and cool off in the water. He was asking me to go to the beach with him, but I refused because there were people there that would see me practically naked. So, we got in the pool and of course just like he planned the bikini became very see-through when wet. I looked down and I could see my nipples, and I could even see my pussy. I told my husband as soon as we got out of the water I was gonna wrap myself in a towel and dry off and change suits. But before I could do that, our neighbors came through the gate without their friends. Now I was stuck in the water. I sank down to my neck, making myself harder to see and pulled my husband in front of me, completely embarrassed.

Every time he wants me to do something risky and sexy it always ends up with a funny story that I can laugh about later, but feel mortified about in the moment. Our neighbors greeted us and said hello and my husband engaged in chitchat while I was praying for him to shut up so they would go inside. He asked them how their night was. They both looked at each other and grinned and said "we had a great time. We met up with some friends and hung out here at the house."

My husband laughed and I knew before it came out of his mouth what he was about to say and before I could stop him, he said "yeah I saw your friends leaving with you earlier. Well done guys well done. I'm sure you had a lot of fun last night. "At that they all started laughing while I was trying to be invisible.

Marco jokingly said well we did OK last night but I think you did better. I'm usually not one to fish for compliments but it was admittedly a huge turn on to hear an incredibly sexy guy that I had watched fucking last night say that.

Paulo excused himself for a second so he can get something inside, but Marco stayed and talked. I looked up and he was wearing thin, running shorts that were cut very high. I tried to force myself not to look, but I couldn't help it. I could see the contours outline of his cock in his shorts, and I quickly turned away. Paulo came back, holding a fresh, pitcher of sangria and glasses, and began to pour them on the table and handed them around. I knew I was stuck here for longer and was unable to get out of the water. My husband, continuing to torture me, asked them what they were doing tonight. They told us they had a low-key evening planned since it was their last night. They were just going to chill here at the villa. They reciprocated asking what our plans were. My husband told them he had a work call in the early evening, but would probably go to dinner after that.

I downed my sangria very quickly, and I went to my head. As I slowly started to relax I became more talkative. We were all talking at this point about dining options and they gave us some great recommendations that we would try out that night. Finally, my torture came to an end as Paolo and Marco went inside. I quickly jumped from the pool to grab my towel with my pussy, ass, and nipples all exposed by the see-through outfit.

I ran inside and grabbed a new swimsuit and went back out to join my husband. As I was walking out, he was walking back in making a gesture with his hands that he was on the phone with a client. I laid back out and sunned myself until he was done. Once again sitting alone, Paolo and Marco came to the pool. And, once again, wearing nothing but incredibly revealing speedo. I remembered watching how his massive cock stood out of the water last night and with two glasses of sangria in my system, I joked to myself that I would like to see if I could make it jump out of his shorts.

We had pleasant banter and they asked me if we had disturbed them with noise last night. I gestured for Paulo to pour another glass and said "no you weren't very loud at all just a little splashing and moaning. "As it came out of my head I couldn't believe I had said that. there was no going back from that comment! the floor was now open for dirty, sexy talk.

They asked me if I had seen anything and I had to reply honestly that I had. I told them everything that I had seen up until they went to the bedroom. Marco asked me where I saw them from and I answered by pointing to the pergola and patio. The two looked at each other and started laughing and said" you really did have a good view of last night's activities. "I nodded, looked down at my glass and took another swig. Again, a thought came to my mind that escaped out of my mouth before rational thought could stop it and I said "you guys do great work. "

This threw them off, and they didn't know exactly how to answer and proceed with the flirting because I was married, and my husband was a few steps away. They made a complementary remark and said if I been single, they would've much rather have taken me home, but since I was taken, they had to settle. We laughed about that and continued on with much less risqué talk.

I went inside to shower and get ready and my husband told me that his call had been pushed back a little bit and we needed to change plans and eat first. We walked out the gate down the beach until we found our restaurant for the night. we came back as the sun was setting. My husband told me that he wanted to fuck me in the sexy mini skirt, high heels, with a bra that exposes my nipples. He told me that when he was done with his call he wanted me to put on the fake nipple piercings that make me so wet.

Then we talked about how hot last night was, and how turned he was watching me do that to myself. He said "if you want to put on another show tonight I am totally OK with that. " I wasn't quite sure what he was referring to. Did he mean fucking myself with toys? Or did he mean fucking while he watched? That has always been his go to fantasy, so I wasn't sure his intent. But at the same time, I didn't want to ask. Part of me liked the idea of putting on a very sexy show for him with our neighbors, but the other part didn't want to go there.

I poured myself a glass of wine and started drinking it as I put on the outfit that he wanted. I covered myself with a sexy silky robe, and walked out onto the patio in my high heels and lingerie.

I sat down in the Pergola, sipping my wine, waiting for my husband to come upstairs and say that he was done and read to get fucked. I then heard Marco and Paulo talking in the courtyard. I leaned my head over to spy on them and see what they were doing. Before I could pull my head back, they noticed me and waved and said hello. They started asking about how we liked the restaurant and we discussed the dinner. They asked if my husband was on his call and how long he would be there because they wanted to get together for drinks. I told him he'll normally takes 30 to 40 minutes so we will see.

They asked if I wanted to come down for a drink and join them and I had to tell them that would not be a good idea. They asked me " why? " There was really no other way to say it. I couldn't say it was improper for me, a married woman, to be talking with two single guys because I had already done that several times with them. So I answered them honestly and said "my husband had me put on an outfit and asked me to be ready for when he got off of his call, and it's the kind of outfit only your husband should see. "

With that, they looked at each other and grinned. I knew men well enough to know what was spinning through their heads. They were trying to figure out a way to convince me to show them the outfit. My job was to frustrate them and get inside as quickly as possible. They started joking with me about how prude Americans are and how American women are so terrified to show their breasts. They assured me that it's no big deal in Italy and that I could relax. I'm somewhat competitive and when they were teasing me about being a prude American, I had to shoot back and tell them that wasn't the case with me. I grew up in Europe and was topless all the time on the beach when I was younger. Marco jokingly looked up and said "prove it."

It was a combination of the alcohol, competitiveness, and maybe some hormonal thought. I figured there really is nothing big about showing tits, women here do it all the time. And it wouldn't be like this is the first time Marco and Paolo had seen tits so. I stood up on the balcony, opened my robe and exposed my couple bra, and breasts. I said "there, see I'm not a prude American. " I had forgotten that I had also worn the choker my husband bought me with the words "dirty whore" spelled out in rhinestones. As I saw their jaws drop, I immediately realized what I had on.

Paolo said "I like your necklace. What do the words say? I think I can see one of them. Why don't you read it for us? "How did I get myself into the situation? There was no graceful way out. I either turned and ran an embarrassment into the house or I fought my way through. So I told them "it was a gift for my husband, he gets turned on when he calls me a dirty whore. "

Hearing that Marco said "I can't blame him I would too. "Paulo took a breath and I could tell he was getting ready to ask a question. "So tell me do you guys ever do anything crazy like we did last night? You know like group sex? "

I stopped. My mind, went back to a memory of the trip we had taken before where I have been pleasured for hours by my husband, and two other men. The thought of that was replaying in my head as I formulated my answer. I told them with a smirk on my face "once before we did, and before you ask no I did not go down on another woman. It was just me my husband and two men. I know how you guys are. You always want the girl girl show. Sorry to disappoint. "

With that, I felt I had gone further than I wanted to in the conversation and excused myself, wishing them a good night. But before I made it into the room, Marco called up to say "well if you're craving something a little more exciting tonight, you know where to find us. " I shot back sarcastically "sure, maybe we can all play cards!"

I walked back into our bedroom and heard my husband coming upstairs. I felt a little guilty about showing my tits to two men and discussing sex in that detail with them. So, I brought it up with my husband and apologized.

If I'm being honest I can't say I was surprised by his reaction. His eyes went wide and he begged for details. He sat down on the chair in the room at the foot of the bed and begged for me to stroke his cock while I told him everything.

Unfortunately, for him, there wasn't much to say about that encounter more than I had already told him. I could tell he was in one of his extra dirty moods, an anticipated his next request. "Tell me a dirty fantasy about you fucking them while you stroke my cock."

I threw back the rest of my drink, and poured another. As I took the first sip I said in a seductive tone "you really want to watch me fuck them don't you?" as I stroked his cock. His breath got shallow. He nodded his head as he looked at my tits and squeezed them and asked for more graphic detail with every stroke. I asked him "why does that turn you on so bad? why do you torture yourself with that? "He answered "because you are the sexiest woman I've ever met and the only thing that makes you sexier is watching you cum and be pleasured. If I can watch that, it turns me on more than you can understand "

I got up and let my robe fall to the ground around my feet. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the container with my magnetic nipple piercings. As I put them on, the pain rolled through my body, it made me incredibly horny and wet. I opened the drawer and grabbed the restraints my husband had put in there with the plan of using on me. I walked over, kneeled down in front of him, and opened the bag. I grabbed his wrists and cuffed each one to the leg of the chair. With his arms immobile and down at his side, I cuffed his ankles to the chair.

The alcohol was amplifying my already horny mood, and I could tell it would be a very loud and wet night! I threw caution to the wind and finished my drink, knowing I had just resigned myself to losing control. In truth, it is what my husband always wants, and what I secretly desire. I get whipped into a frenzy, and no amount of fucking will satisfy me.

I then started stroking his cock and talking dirty to him, saying all the filthy things that he likes me to say, things I would ordinarily be so embarrassed to say. I then reminded him of the time we are in Chicago and he watched me get fucked by two strangers. My husband was moaning at this point with his cock, very nearly ready to explode so I slowed down my stroking. I needed him to last all night, because I had planned on him giving me a hard pounding all night long. I gave his cock a quick lick up and down and swirled my tongue around his head.

When I talk dirty to him like that, he has so much pre-cum you can almost drink it. I licked it up, making my tongue slippery with his juices and stood up and kissed him. His tongue erupted in my mouth, seeking out my tongue and all of that warm slippery juice.

There was one last item in the bag that had held the cuffs, and I pulled it out, walked behind my husband and blindfolded him, making sure he couldn't see. I walked back around, kneeled in front of him, and sucked his cock with all my might getting him on the verge of coming, and each time as he was about to erupt in my mouth I stopped. I would let him calm down just enough that he didn't spray his cum in my mouth. Then I would tease him and stroke his cock and ask him if he really wanted me to fuck those guys.

My pussy needed to feel the force of cock stretching it out, so I straddled him, sat on his lap, and rode him hard while I talked dirty in his ear.

In my mind, this was just role-playing, but then again it was really turning me on and part of me wished I could make it real. But I couldn't get up and walk outside and directly ask to relative strangers to fuck me while my husband watched. That was not something I was capable of doing..

My heart skipped a beat, and I was jolted into near sobriety, when I heard a knock on the glass door downstairs. I asked my husband what that was he said "it's probably Marco and Paolo. They probably took you seriously when you talked about playing cards. You'll have to go downstairs and tell them were busy. "

While I had been riding my husband in the chair the blindfold had been displaced, allowing him to see with one eye. I climbed off his cock, and I looked for where I had left the robe on the floor. Just as I was about to grab it, my husband rocked his chair, landing one leg on the robe, making impossible for me pick it up. He looked at me and said "Go down like that!"

I looked at him, and then fixed the blind fold back securely over his eyes, and went down stairs.