ANTICI………PATION

My wrists and ankles are bound, my eyes blindfolded. I wait……

A thousand erotic images float through my mind. I wait……

I have an itch that needs scratching. I wait……

How long has it been? Where is he? What is he doing? When will he do it………… to me?

There are voices in the corridor, shuffling, a faint knock, a muffled giggle. I hear the lock turn and the swoosh of the door opening. My nipples harden, there is a tingling between my legs. I’m holding my breath, hyper alert, straining to hear. More shuffling, breathing, kissing, groaning. The door hasn’t closed yet, they are not in the room, they cannot see me.

I hear a thud as one of them is pushed up against the wall, soft moaning, a sharp intake of breath. Is he inside her yet? Are his fingers between her moist lips? Did he bite on her nipple? Come and do those things to me. The door slams, they are in. Soon they will find me, soon they will do things to me. I listen to them manhandle each other against the wall. A long zipper is undone, a belt buckle rattles, the soft sounds of clothes being shed onto the hotel carpet floor.

Then a gasp. “OH MY GOD!!!!! I really thought you were joking.”

At last.

He laughs at her shock. “Are you sure about this? Is she ok with it?” There is genuine concern in her voice. He explains my compulsions. “Well, haven’t I just heard it all.” The bed sinks as she sits beside me, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. “What should I do baby?”

“Anything you want.” I reply.

The other side of the bed sinks, he is beside me. He will lead the way; he will show her what I need. She will be hesitant at first, maybe appalled. Then curious. Tentatively she will try, she will be surprised at how thrilling it is. Her force will increase, she will become excited, hot, wet. She will be a fast learner; power is a strong aphrodisiac.

His hand is on me, stroking my body, searching. When will it come? Where will it come? He knows how much it turns me on not knowing.

The first slap is on my left breast, not hard by normal standards. He kisses it afterwards. The second strike on the outside of my thigh, it makes a surprisingly loud slap. She gasps for me. He slaps between my legs, three fast percussions. I flinch, she moans. Neither of us expected that. I must commend him later. He plants a soft kiss on my shaven mound then follows up with a finger tracing gentle circular motions around my vulva. His other hand squeezes my breast. His thumb and forefinger pinch my erect nipple and he pulls hard. A double pronged attack. The bastard. I groan.

She starts. Caressing, rubbing, tweaking. She is gentle…….for now. I like it, they are good cop - bad cop. My body reacts. I am restricted by the bindings but my back arches, my pubis pushes up desperate to be probed. Her confidence is increasing, her breaths are deeper, her hands press harder, her nails dig deeper. Soon she will hurt me, and I will like it.

Suddenly he withdraws. He has an idea. They stand and move to each other; there are whispers, kisses, more clothing is removed. Are they naked? I am left alone for minutes, it feels like an eternity waiting, strapped to the bed, juice bubbling out of me, chilling on my labia.

The bed rocks as she climbs onto it, her long hair strokes my thighs and over my abdomen. She climbs over me exquisitely dragging her nipples across my belly. Her large breasts sway like a pendulum over mine, electric shocks ripple through me every time our nipples touch. She lowers them onto me, pressing her soft flesh into me. I smell her for the first time, a heady cocktail of perfume, alcohol and lust.

“Oh baby.” She whispers. Was that for him or me? The bed rocks, her breast shudder against me. He is inside her. He is fucking this anonymous woman on top of me. She groans, our lips meet, my mouth opens, her tongue enters me. She is hot. She wants me, her tongue fucks my mouth while my husband fucks her from behind. I feel his thrusts as she is pushed into me. The bed is rocking, she is building, he is building, I am building. He slaps her arse, she laughs. “I see why you like it.”

He is driving hard into her, she cannot kiss me anymore, our mouths mash painfully. She grips the bedhead above, her breasts bouncing against my face. I catch a nipple between my teeth and suck. She squeals with delight. Her body tenses, then relaxes and she moans seductively. He has found her anus. The thrusting hasn’t let up, so he must have a finger or thumb working in her arse. She will cum soon.

He is grunting, she is moaning, I am delirious with lust. Her body shudders, I bite harder, she screams and my husband unloads into her, pumping his fluids into her body as her succulent flesh grinds against mine. Her mouth presses against my ear, she gasps and groans with each successive wave of pleasure coursing through her. I want to experience her orgasm; I ache with desire.

She is kissing me again, languidly this time in her post coital afterglow. But he interjects. He understands me, he knows how to feed the fire in my soul. She follows his instructions, climbing over me until she squats over my face. I wait to receive the fruits of their desire. She lowers herself onto my open mouth. I devour her. She overflows. The bed vibrates from her quivering thighs as I drag another screaming orgasm from her belly.

He helps her clamber off me. They take a shower together. Again, I must wait, intoxicated with the smell and taste of their sex smeared across my face. Time passes…….

Before she goes, she sits beside me on the bed again, stroking my hair. I say thank you, she plants a tender kiss on my forehead and leaves. I might pass her in the street tomorrow and never know who she is.

He fetches ‘Arnold.’ My release. Turning it on, he caresses the vibrating wand over my body.

My whole body quivers with ANTICI………..PATION.