Blindfolded and Cuckolded

“Hey,” your wife says as she pokes her head into the living room. “Are you up for a little game?”

You’re not sure what she’s talking about, but you’re certain you’re going to like it.

“Absolutely,” you say.

She smiles and says, “Follow me,” before turning and heading down the hallway towards your bedroom.

You were hoping that’s where you’d end up. You get up and follow as she suggested, and when you step into the room you see an armless chair from the dining room sitting in front of the bed.

Your wife is standing in front of the chair and she gestures for you to sit. You don’t see any other clues in the room that might indicate what sort of game she has in mind, but you’re still hopeful it’s going to end with a thoroughly pleasurable orgasm for you.

You sit in the chair and your wife bends over and places her hands on your knees. You take a moment to stare at her cleavage, which looks as beautiful as ever.

She kisses you softly and you to caress her hips and pull her closer. She grabs your arms and gently pushes them away.

“No, no,” she says.

The kiss is over and she walks behind you and pulls open the top drawer of the dresser. She pulls something out of the drawer that sounds distinctly metal. It’s not until you feel cool steel against your wrist that you realize your wife is cuffing your hands behind the chair. She cuffs your right wrist, loops the other cuff through the two of the rods that make up the back of the chair and then cuffs your left wrist.

It’s a little uncomfortable to have your arms pulled behind you like that, but that all fades away as your wife straddles you.

“That’s better,” she says before kissing you once again. This time, the kiss goes on for a great deal longer. It’s an active, eager kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that kicks off foreplay, only your hands are bound behind your back and you can’t touch your wife. You’re completely at her mercy.

She takes off her tank top and stands up to rub her naked, perky breasts over your face. She lets you suck on one of her nipples and you flick your tongue over it. She moans quietly.

“That feels so good, baby,” she whispers as her hair brushes against your forehead while you pleasure her.

She sits in your lap again and begins to grind on you. It feels like she’s a stripper working a client with a lap dance.

“You’re so hard for me,” she says as a naughty smile crosses her face.

“You’re incredible,” you say.

Your wife has always had a sexually adventurous side, but this kind of play hasn’t been common in your marriage in years. Your sex life has gotten a little stale, in fact, which is why you’re so hard. The kind of heat emanating from your wife hasn’t been present in your bedroom in a long time.

“You really think so?” your wife asks as she leans forward.

“Yes,” you say.

She kisses your neck and gently nibbles on your ear lobe. You feel lust surge through you.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” she asks.

You nod vigorously.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” she asks as she slides down your thighs and unzips your pants. Her fingers push inside and wrap around your hard cock. The pleasure is intense and immediate.

You moan and say, “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. That’s why I married you.”

She pulls out your cock and teases you with her fingers. She runs them up and down the shaft and pays special attention to the head of your cock.

“You don’t act like you think I’m beautiful or sexy,” she says. “You don’t try and seduce me. You don’t buy me flowers. You don’t buy me lingerie anymore. You don’t do much more than try and slip your cock in me a few times a week for a hard fucking and an orgasm that arrives a little too quickly.”

“I…I’m sorry,” you say.

Everything she said is true. You still think she’s beautiful and insanely sexy, but you’ve stopped trying to show her you believe it. You’ve let your sex life become routine.

“I can do better,” you say.

Your wife moves in closer and kisses you softly. It’s a beautiful, sensual, connected kiss. It’s a loving kiss.

“It’s not your fault. At least not entirely. We both let it happen. We can fix it, though. We just need to try a little harder.” Your cock is stiff in her hand as she strokes you. You can’t help but hope that something far more pleasurable is about to happen.

Your wife lets your cock go and stands up. “That’s why you’re handcuffed to that chair.” She pulls down the sporty little workout shorts she’s wearing and reveals her exposed pussy. She’s naked in front of you. She looks perfect.

“You look incredible,” you say. You feel great desire for your wife. You want her to sit on your cock and ride you. You want to fill her pussy.

“Thank you,” she says before moving behind you once more. She reaches into the top drawer of the dresser and this time she emerges with a long, silver silk sash. She turns around and pulls the sash over your eyes and ties it behind your head.

Just like that, you’re blindfolded. A bit of light comes in from the bottom of the blindfold, but you can’t see anything.

Your wife works your pants and underwear off, leaving you half naked on the chair. Instead of straddling you, she gets on her knees in front of you. She takes your cock in her hand and kisses the head.

“Don’t you miss the kind of passion we used to have?” she asks as her fingers move up and down your shaft.

“Of course I do,” you say.

“I miss it too, and I’m willing to do anything to get it back,” your wife says, and you detect a hint of something troubling in her voice, like she has something planned beyond cuffing and blindfolding you.

Then she takes your cock into her mouth. The instant you feel the warmth and wetness surround the head of your erection you forget about everything. You simply bask in the pleasure of being blown by your wife, which is something hasn’t happened all that often in recent months.

“Are you willing to do anything to find that passion again?” your wife asks.

“Yes, of course,” you say, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re agreeing to.

Again she takes you into her mouth and again pleasure floods your body.

“That feels incredible,” you say.

“I know,” she answers. She strokes you and you hear the wetness of your spit between her fingers and your cock.

She stands up and you’re certain she’s going to sit on your cock. You’re certain that this little bit of blindfolded kink is your wife’s plan to bring back the passion that has receded from your sex life.

She doesn’t, though. You hear her moaning. You hear wetness. You’re quite certain she’s fingering her pussy.

Moments later, her fingers brush against your lips. They’re wet. “Open up,” your wife says.

You open your mouth and she pushes two fingers onto your tongue. You instinctively close your lips and suck her fingers clean. You’re not sure if it’s what she wanted, but it feels surprisingly good to do it.

“Do you like it when your wife is a little bit naughty?” she asks you. “Do you like it when I handcuff you, blindfold you, suck your cock, and make you taste my pussy?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Fuck yes,” you say.

The blindfold heightens everything. You listen for any clue as to what’s happening in your bedroom and what your wife has planned. You listen to see if she’s moving, playing with her pussy, or preparing another surprise. It heightens your arousal, too. You’re starting to wonder how long your wife planned this little adventure and if she did any research on how to bring the passion back to a marriage where the sex has gotten a little stale.

“Do you remember my toy?” your wife asks. “The one you used to love watching me play with?”

An image of the toy pops into your head. It was a vibrator shaped like a real cock. It had a flared, mushroom head and veins down the shaft. It wasn’t quite pornstar-sized, but it was pretty big and you always did love watching her play with it. You used to masturbate as she filled her pussy with the toy. She’d play with her clit and have the vibrator on to enhance her pleasure as it moved in and out of her.

“I do,” you answer.

Your wife moans. You hear the sound of a wet pussy being played with. Is she fucking herself with the toy?

“Do you wish you could see me right now?” she asks. It sounds like she’s in the bed. “Do you wish you could see my toy sliding in and out of my tight little pussy?”

You groan involuntarily. That’s exactly what you wish you could see. Even if your hands were still cuffed behind you it would be an absolute delight to watch your wife’s cunt open around the toy.

“Yes,” you answer. “Please, take the blindfold off. Let me watch.”

Your wife moans. You can hear the toy sliding in and out of her pussy. You can hear the incredible wetness. You can picture it in your mind, but it’s nothing like watching.

Then it stops. Your wife runs her fingers over your thigh and strokes your cock as she leans close enough for you to feel her breath on your neck.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispers.

You sit and wait. You feel a kind of madness envelope you. It’s the result of your overwhelming desire and your inability to move or see anything. Wherever your wife went, you can’t hear her. You have no idea what she’s planning and she’s been so unpredictable today that anything could happen.

You hear her giggling from down the hallway. She says something, but you can’t quite make it out.

“Honey? Did you say something?” you call out.

No answer comes back. You hear the bedroom door open. You hear movement of some kind, but you can’t quite make out what it is.

Then you hear the unmistakable sound of kissing, only you’re not being kissed. Two people are kissing in your bedroom. You tilt your head back to try and see out the bottom of your blindfold but it’s useless.

You hear a distinctly male moan. There’s another man in your bedroom and he’s kissing someone. You hear a female moan. You’re not sure if it’s your wife. You desperately hope it’s not.

“Your cock is so hard,” the woman’s voice says.

It’s your wife. There’s no question it’s your wife. It’s your wife and she just commented on the erect state of someone else’s cock.

The man moans. You hear what sounds an awful lot like your wife’s hand moving up and down someone else’s cock.

“I can’t wait to have you inside me again,” she says.

Again! Your wife has fucked this man before? She’s been cheating on you?

“What the fuck is going on here!” you yell. You struggle in the chair. You thrash your arms as you genuinely try to break free.

Your wife straddles you and grabs your balls. She squeezes them hard enough that you cry out in pain. Soon, your entire pelvis is awash in agony.

“That’s enough,” she says in a stern voice that borders on angry. “This is happening. This has already happened. Several times, in fact. Now it’s going to happen with you in the room. Now you’re going to witness it. Now you’re going to discover how I’ve decided to bring passion back to our marriage.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you ask.

“Jealousy, baby. I want you to feel insanely, overwhelmingly jealous. I want you to sit in this chair while another man fucks me and I want you to listen to how good it makes me feel. I want you to listen to how hard he makes me cum and I want you to be overcome with jealousy.”

“You’re insane,” you say.

“I’m not insane,” she shoots back. “I know how men work.” She releases your testicles and takes your cock in her fingers. She strokes you and leans closer. You feel her breath on your cheek as she whispers, “I know this is going to work, and if it doesn’t, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not living in a passionless marriage. So you’re going to suffer through this and either our marriage will be stronger for it or it will come to an end.”

You’re astounded at your wife’s fiery response. She seems a little insane, but your cock is hard in her hand. You want to believe it’s because she’s stroking you and she already had you turned on before she left the room, but you’re not sure. Perhaps you’re a little turned on at the idea that you might not know your wife at all.

She lets your cock go and stands up. Moments later you hear her kissing the other man again. You hear her stroking his dick. You hear her moaning for him. There’s a part of you that’s thankful for the blindfold. The other part of you feels like it’s cruel. In your mind, his cock is much bigger than yours and he’s much better looking than you. If you could see him, maybe you’d discover those things weren’t true.

The sound of cocksucking reaches your ears. Your wife is blowing the other man. She’s probably on her knees in front of him. She gags a little and then the cocksucking resumes. He groans. Your wife is offering him pleasure. She’s offering him what he desires, what she just gave you.

“I love your cock,” she says as you hear her hand moving up and down his slick shaft. “I fucking love it.”

You feel the jealousy. You can’t help it. Your wife is expressing her love for someone else’s dick, a dick that has presumably been inside her before.

“I need your cock,” she says. “I need it inside me. I need you to fuck me while my husband sits there and listens.”

“My pleasure,” the man says.

His voice sounds familiar, but you can’t place it.

You hear them move into the bed. You wonder what position they’re using. It drives you crazy to think about it. Someone else is about to fuck your wife and there’s nothing you can do.

“Please, don’t,” you say. “I’m jealous. I am. I swear. I feel it. I feel the jealousy.”

You want it to stop. You’re not lying. You feel jealous.

“Fuck me,” your wife says.

A loud moan follows. He’s inside her. You didn’t hear her open a condom. There’s a good chance someone else’s bare cock is inside your wife’s pussy. He’s fucking her.

You thrash in the chair again. You only do it for a few moments. It’s better than letting the frustration turn to tears of agony.

“He’s fucking me,” your wife says. “He’s giving me his big cock. He’s giving me what I need. He’s pounding my tight little pussy. He’s giving your wife what she craves, honey. Another man is giving me what I need.”

You hear the bed move with each thrust. You hear her little moans as he fucks her pussy. You hear the low, lusty sounds of pleasure coming from the other man.

For some reason, your cock is still hard. You wish it would go soft. You wish your erection would disappear. It won’t, though. You’re not sure why arousal is still coursing through you.

The sounds of sex have stopped. “Get on your back,” your wife says. You hear her lover moving in your bed. His ass is on your bed. His balls are likely resting against your comforter.

You feel your wife’s hands on your thighs once more. She’s standing in front of you. She reaches behind your head and unties the blindfold. The light hurts as it hits your eyes. You squint for a few moments.

You see your beautiful naked wife in front of you. Her hair is already messy from getting fucked on her back. You look between her legs and see her pink, enflamed pussy lips.

“I see you’re still hard,” she says before reaching down and stroking you. “Does this turn you on? Do you like having a naughty wife?”

“No. Fuck no,” you say. “Stop this right now. Please. I’ll be better, I promise. You don’t have to do this.”

“I’m not stopping,” she says. “And I don’t think you want me to stop. I think you want me to get in our bed, impale my pussy on his cock, and ride him until I have a loud orgasm. I think you want to see another man make me cum.”

“No, I don’t,” you insist. “No fucking way.”

“Your cock tells me otherwise,” she says. “Now be a good boy and watch quietly. I don’t want to have to hurt you again.”

Your wife turns around, climbs into the bed, and does exactly as she said she would. She impales her pussy on the big cock waiting for her. She blocks your view of his face. You still have no idea who’s fucking your wife.

She leans forward while riding him. You see her pussy lips grasp onto his cock. You see that he’s bigger than you. Quite a bit bigger. The jealousy returns. It’s agonizing, but your dick is still hard.

Your wife is getting louder. She’s riding him hard and fast. He reaches around to grab her ass and gives it a good smack. She cries out gleefully. She likes it. He smacks her ass again.

“Make me cum,” she says. “Make me cum with your big cock.”

Is she taunting you? Is she trying to drive you crazy? It seems like it’s working. You’re furiously jealous and yet your dick hasn’t softened even a little.

Your wife has the orgasm she said she would. She tosses her head back and cums on the cock that’s buried deep inside her. She’s louder than she is with you. She seems to be enjoying it more. It seems that the other man is fucking her better than you do. You feel insanely jealous.

Your wife leans forward and kisses him. He caresses her back and neck. She moans quietly and says, “That was incredible, as usual.”

He’s fucked her enough that she can say something like that. You’re jealous and angry. You’re bound in your bedroom and your wife still has someone else’s cock inside her.

“Do you want to cum inside me?” she asks.

“Of course,” he answers.

“No!” you call out. “Stop it. You’ve made your point. That’s enough of this.”

Your wife climbs off of the man inside her and gets on her hands and knees facing you. She’s not putting a stop to it. She’s offering him her pussy.

“Mark?”

Your coworker moves behind your wife and slides his cock into her pussy. The man that got promoted over you grabs her hips and pulls back. The man that undermined you at work and took the job you deserved buries his big cock in your wife’s pussy.

“Hey buddy,” he says as a cocky smile crosses his face.

You look at your wife. She’s smiling too. She picked him on purpose. Of course she did. She wants to make you jealous. She wants to make sure that you never take her for granted.

“Cum inside me, Mark,” your wife says. “Flood my pussy while my husband watches.”

You thrash in the chair once more. There’s no point. You’re not getting free until your wife unlocks the handcuffs.

“With pleasure,” Mark says.

He takes a tighter grip on her hips and pounds her faster. The room fills with the sounds of hard sex and your wife’s moans. You see her tits bounce with every thrust. She closes her eyes and takes it. She likes it. She likes giving him her pussy while you’re watching.

After a few minutes, Mark grunts and buries his cock inside your wife. His eyes close and a look of pure joy crosses his face as he cums inside her. You know it’s sweeter because it’s your wife. You know he takes greater pleasure in filling her with cum while you watch.

“That was incredible, as always,” your wife says as he pulls out.

She spins around and they kiss. She gives you a perfect view of someone else’s cum spilling out of her pussy.

After a few minutes of cuddling and kissing, Mark gets dressed and your wife walks him to the front door. You sit in the chair, still cuffed and unable to move. Your cock is still hard. Your body is humming with feeling. You’re not sure if you’re angry or horny.

Your wife returns. She pulls a key from the dresser drawer and unlocks the handcuffs. She moves into the bed and looks at you.

“What are you going to do?” she asks.

You stand up and look at your wife’s lean, naked body. You smile. “I’m going to fuck my wife,” you say.

“Come and get it,” she says while spreading her legs.

You climb into bed and bury your cock in your wife’s messy pussy. You grab her breast and knead the flesh with just a little too much force. You like the pained look on her face. You kiss her and fuck her harder.

“Fuck me,” she says. You can hear the lustful joy in her voice. You’re giving her what she wants.

It feels so good. Her pussy is wet, sloppy, and perfect. Her body writhes beneath you. Her moans are unlike any you’ve heard in years, with the exception of when Mark fucked her. The passion is there. The passion is intoxicating. You want more of it. You want to get to know the crazy side of your wife.

Her insane plan worked. You’re more in love with your wife than you’ve ever been.