The Blindfold Pt. 01

It had been 18 years since Emma and I exchanged our vows. Both of us were barely adults back then, and Emma was already pregnant with our daughter. We were so young, so in love, and so naive about the world that waited for us outside the church. Now, here we were, in our mid-thirties, and I couldn't help but feel as though we'd lived a hundred lives since then. Emma, she changed the most. She grew into this confident, beautiful woman who commands attention whenever she walks into a room, despite her five foot stature. Her blue eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her laughter fills the air with a contagious joy.

On that night, our 18th anniversary, I stood there, gazing down at my lovely wife, beautifully spread out like an offering on our new four-poster bed. Her breathing intensified as her anticipation built, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Her milky white skin glistened provocatively against the pure white garter belt and stockings, her legs made endlessly long by those sultry red-bottomed Louboutins. Her wedding lingerie was something to behold; she wore it once a year for our anniversary night, though tonight she was technically only wearing half of it. Each year I had always endeavored to find something fun, something to spice things up. Emma had never complained about our sex life, but I was always keen to find new ways to keep things exciting.

This year involved some restraints with the new four-poster bed frame we had bought a few weeks prior. When we saw it at the furniture store, we looked at each other with the same thought.

Now, I reached over her curvy frame to fasten the restraints around her wrists and ankles. We didn't skimp on the quality, I wanted some legitimate, heavy duty straps that could contain her writhing. As I stood back up, I couldn't help but admire the view of her body, held captive in these elegant restraints. Her modest breasts lifted with every breath, and her freshly shaved pussy looked absolutely divine. I looked at her hungrily, my cock twitching in anticipation. Emma arched her back, her eyes looking over my naked body and as she moaned softly. "What's going on in that horny mind of yours?"

I smiled, reaching for a silk blindfold.

"Oh, you know me too well," I teased, pressing the cool silk against her skin. "I've been thinking about you all day. About how good you look in these, about how you'll feel when I'm inside you tonight..."

I slipped the blindfold up over her eyes, and tied it gently behind her head. She tensed expectantly.

I stood. "I'm going to go get some...supplies," I said devlishly. "Who knows who will come back?"

She giggled. We had done roleplaying before; I had fun doing different accents and voices in the dark, and she loved playing along.

"Well, then," she purred. "I can't wait to meet our guest."

I smiled. "Don't go anywhere."

I stepped out of the room, closing the door. Immediately I felt a strong arm grip my shoulder from behind, and before I could react, a damp cloth was clamped over my face. I smelled pineapple for an instant before everything went dark.

When I came to, I could hear nothing but faint scuffling. My head felt foggy and heavy, as did my limbs. I tried to move, but found that my arms and legs were bound tightly to the chair I was now sitting in. Panic rose in my throat as I struggled against my bonds, but that too was muffled by the gag in my mouth. I looked around, realizing I was in the hallway, almost face-to-face with the bedroom door. A dark arm reached past my head and pushed the door open. My stomach jumped into my throat as the chair I was tied to was lifted and carried into the room. My assailant set me down on the side of the bed, facing Emma, who was still bound and blindfolded.

I recognized the intruder as Tyrone, the young man we had over to fix the splintered deck in the back yard last week. His dark skin glistened in the bedroom light as he looked over to my naked wife.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Look what we have here."

Emma giggled excitedly. "Oh, this is a new one. What's your name, stud?"

"Call me Tyrone, beautiful."

Emma writhed against her bonds, arching her back invitingly. "Oh, I remember you. You did some work for my husband a while back, didn't you?" she purred.

Tyrone grinned. "Yeah, I fixed up the deck. But I'm here for more than just that. You know, your husband isn't the only one who appreciates a fine white woman like you. In fact, you could do with so much more...appreciation."

Emma moaned, arching her back further. "Fuck, honey, this is kind of hot..." she whispered. Then louder she said, "Oh, Tyrone, you have no idea how badly I've been needing this. But...I couldn't possibly cheat on my husband!"

Tyrone chuckled. "Don't worry, white girl. Your husband is sitting right next to the bed, watching."

"Good god, that's kinky," Emma breathed. "I can't believe I'm going to be taken by a black man right in front of my husband!"

I couldn't believe what she was saying. She was fully engaged in what she thought was a roleplay. My heart raced with desperation as I struggled against my restraints.

"Well then," Tyrone smiled. "You know what they say about black men, right?"

Emma giggled. "Oh, I've heard they're...very well endowed..."

"That's right," Tyrone said, his voice low and seductive. "And you, lucky girl, get to experience that firsthand." He reached down and unbuckled his belt, letting it slide through his jeans.

Emma giggled again. "Oh honey, I don't know how you're going to simulate that-"

Tyrone pulled his pants down, and my breath hitched as I beheld the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen. Even in it's soft state, it was easily twice as big as I was fully erect. Tyrone plopped the monster down on Emma's stomach.

"What do you think?" he said, grinning.

Emma gasped. "Is that a cock sleeve?..."

Tyrone pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhhh. Just call me Tyrone, white girl."

Emma bit her lip and moaned. "Mmmmm, yes Tyrone, that's the biggest cock I've ever seen! Well...felt."

Tyrone chuckled, his hips moving slightly as he rubbed his massive cock against her. "You want to taste this big black cock?"

Emma moaned. "Oh, yes, Tyrone. Give me that black dick."

Tyrone moved up over her head, placing the tip of his massive member on her lips.

"Open up, beautiful," he growled.

I watched Emma's lips part as she started to suckle the tip. She cocked her head to the side. "Wow, if this isn't the most realistic slee-"

Her sentence was cut off as Tyrone pushed his cock into her mouth.

Emma's gasp was stifled as she struggled to take all of him in. Tyrone leaned forward, his weight pressing down on her as he began to slide slowly in and out of her mouth.

"Oh fuck, yeah, that's perfect," Tyrone said. "You suck dick like a pro, white girl."

I watched his dick grow even more as it hardened inside her mouth. Emma was moaning as Tyrone thrust his hips, fucking her face. His black shaft quickly became coated in her saliva. She had no idea that she was applying her phenomenal blowjob skills to a real live cock. She slurped and sucked like her life depended on it, and her talent was having a visible effect on Tyrone.

"Oh fuck, woman, you're gonna make me nut!" he growled, his face contorting slightly.

Emma moaned and tilted her head back, allowing Tyrone to slide further in. His enormous black balls came to rest on her forehead as they tightened. Her throat was already slightly distended with the thick cock inside it, I watched it start to pulse slightly. I knew this black man was now cumming down my oblivious wife's throat. I could see her body shudder with each spurt. She started to gag slightly, but Tyrone's hands remained firmly planted on either side of her head, holding her in place as he continued to cum. Emma relaxed as the throbbing slowed. Finally sated, he sighed contentedly and slid his cock out of her mouth.

"You were fucking amazing, babe," he whispered in her ear, running his hand through her hair. "You made me forget all about your husband here, tied up and gagged next to the bed."

Emma giggled, still playing along with the "roleplay".

You're so naughty, Tyrone," she whispered, writhing in the restraints. "I bet my my husband is so jealous watching us like this."

Tyrone looked over at me and chuckled. "Maybe. But I think he's enjoying the view. His little white dick is fully hard."

I looked down, realizing that he was right. Whatever emotions I was feeling at that point: shame, anger, helplessness...my cock didn't seem to notice, as it was standing at full attention. I was intensely confused; there was no way I was getting turned on by the sight of my wife sucking off another man...was there?

"How about we make him even more jealous?" Tyrone continued. He walked around the bed and moved between my wife's spread legs, still bound to the bedposts.

"You know what would really make him jealous?" he asked. "If you beg me to fuck you while he watches."

Emma blushed and squirmed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly against the restraints. "Oh god, Tyrone..." she moaned. "That's so fucking hot..."

He chuckled, lowering his head towards her smooth, glistening pussy. I felt a surge of jealousy course through me as his tongue touched her folds, causing her to moan even more. "Go on. Tell him how you want me to fuck you."

Emma bit her lip, her hips moving involuntarily against Tyrone's hand. "Oh, god, Tyrone..." she moaned. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and deep."

Tyrone stood, and I saw that his cock had not lost any of its potency; it was still as stiff and huge as before. He positioned himself between Emma's legs, stroking her labia with his cock. It was already shiny; she was dripping wet.

He leaned over her. "Tell your husband."

Emma turned her head toward toward where she imagined I was, which of course was exactly where I really was.

"You can watch, honey," she said breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're going to see how a real man fucks your wife. How much better a big black cock is."

Her words sent a wave of jealousy and desire coursing through my veins. I strained against the restraints, watching my white wife unknowingly invite Tyrone into her most intimate parts. The thought of my wife being taken by this huge, muscular black man was almost more than I could bear. And yet, I felt some truth in her words. Tyrone's cock was vastly superior in the size department, and he seemed perfectly confident about using it well. I had never seen my wife as a size queen, but then again, we both lost our virginity to each other. So neither of us were exactly swimming in varied experiences.

Tyrone, sensing my discomfort, or perhaps enjoying it, looked down at Emma. "Damn, woman, this pussy is soaking wet! You really want this black dick, don't you?"

Emma whimpered in reply, her hips arching upward involuntarily. "Yes, Tyrone. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me with your big black cock."

Tyrone smiled down at her, his eyes dark and intense. He guided his thick shaft around her entrance, teasing her wet folds. "You know that once you go black, you never go back, right?"

Emma nodded frantically, her body trembling with anticipation. "Prove it," she gasped. "I want to know."

Tyrone leaned down, and his massive black head slowly parted my wife's pussy lips. He paused, letting her feel the thickness of his cock head as it stretched her tight entrance. Emma gasped, arching her back as he slowly pushed forward. Inch by agonizing inch, he buried himself inside her, stretching her more than I ever thought possible.

"Oh...my...GOD," she whispered. Her whimpers became noiseless breathing as her jaw hung open, each breath catching in her throat.

I watched, fully aware that Tyrone was deeper inside my wife than I had ever been, and he wasn't even halfway in. He slowly withdrew, eliciting a whimper from Emma. He pushed it back in slowly, this time a little deeper. And so it went, each thrust a little deeper than the last. Emma was shuddering constantly. He was massive, filling her completely, stretching her to her limit. Her fingers gripped the leather restraints as she tried to find some way to relieve the intense sensations that Tyrone was pushing inside her. Her hips rose to meet his, their bodies writhing together in a rhythm that was both primal and erotic. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to catch it, her chest heaving with the effort.

"Oh God, Tyrone," she moaned. "You feel so good inside me. So big. So black." Her words were laced with desire and submission, and they sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the tension building inside me, the desire for release growing more and more intense.

I saw her toes start to curl as her moans became voiceless gasps, and I knew what was coming.

Emma's body tensed, her pussy clenching around Tyrone's cock as she was overtaken by a powerful orgasm. Her nails dug into the leather restraints, her back arching off the bed, her hips bucking wildly against Tyrone's thrusts. Her body was wracked with spasm after spasm of pleasure, and I could feel my own release building inside me, growing more and more urgent.

Tyrone growled, pushing forward and burying his cock to the hilt inside my wife's cunt.

Emma's body convulsed, her pussy gripping his cock in a vice-like hold as she rode out her orgasm. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh...god...I can...feel it on my cervix..." she gasped.

Tyrone didn't give her time to recover. He thrust harder, his hips slapping against her as he slammed into her. His black cock was buried deep inside her; it was rough and yet closely intimate.

He reached down and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it roughly, and she arched her chest into the touch, moaning his name. Her hands clutched at the leather restraint above her, her fingers clawing at it, as if it were the only thing keeping her from being consumed by the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her body.

"Oh God, Tyrone," she gasped, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. "I can feel you so deep inside me. It's so...full." Her body trembled with the effort to keep up with his powerful movements, her legs shaking as he pounded into her. I saw her approach the edge of her second orgasm. "Yes," she moaned, her body trembling with need. "Don't stop." Her hips moved in time with his, her body desperate for the release he was promising. Tyrone buried his cock deep inside her again, and I watched her cum a second time.

Her back lifted off the bed as her orgasm consumed her. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with Tyrone's rough grunts as he thrust harder as her body shook uncontrollably. When it finally began to subside, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting.

Tyrone's thrusts slowed, his cock still buried deep inside her. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're so fucking wet," he growled. "I can feel your pussy milking my cock. Are you ready to get bred by a black man?"

Emma whimpered, her hips still moving against his. "Oh yes, Tyrone," she begged. "I need it."

Tyrone pushed himself up. "Beg for it."

Emma arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please," she moaned. "Fill me. I need you to fill my white cunt with your black seed."

Her words made my cock twitch in spite of myself. Precum was flowing freely down my shaft now, and I could feel something unstoppable approaching.

Tyrone wasn't unaffected either. He growled and abandoned all sense of gentleness.

His hips slammed against her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. His thick shaft stretched her to the limit, her tight pussy gripping and milking him as he fucked her harder and faster. His skin was dark and smooth against hers, his body muscular and powerful as he took her, claiming my wife as his own.

Emma toes started to curl again as Tyrone's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slapping against hers as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her. "Cum for me, baby," he growled, his teeth biting down gently on her shoulder. "Cum on Daddy's big, black cock."

Her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching tightly around Tyrone's cock as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her wrists and ankles pulled desperately, yet futilely at the restraints.

Tyrone groaned, and I saw his body tighten. I knew he was about to fill my wife's womb with his cum. His breath came in ragged gasps as he leaned down, his lips finding hers, their tongues tangling together in a passionate kiss. His hips bucked wildly, thrusting harder, faster, then sudden he plunged deep inside Emma and held himself there as he emptied his balls deep inside her. She moaned around his tongue, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm as he released himself inside her. Their tongues tangled together, their bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the heat of the moment.

The display of erotic passion climaxing in front of me pushed me over the edge. I moaned through the gag as my cock began to spurt. I realized that I was cumming to the sight of my wife being unknowingly bred by a another man, but my body didn't seem to mind one bit.

As my spent dick flopped to the side, I watched as Tyrone slowly withdrew from my wife, his thick, black cock sliding out of her glistening, slick folds. She whimpered softly.

"Baby," she breathed. "That was the best sex I've ever had."

Tyrone grinned down at her, and reached over, deftly freeing her from the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She laid back, exhausted.

"It's about to get even better," Tyrone said as he pulled the silk blindfold from her eyes.