A Surreal Afternoon

Jay and I had a very exciting, somewhat unexpected, never done before sexual experience this past Saturday. We are both eager to share our own versions of the experience…Jay’s post from his viewpoint will follow shortly.

I need to give you a little background first to explain where my head was at the time. As my very few regular visitors may have noticed, I have not made a post for nearly 2 weeks. I have not made a post mostly because I have been in a bit of a funk. It’s nothing new for me in particular. I have dealt with depression in varying degrees since I was a teenager. It had been much improved until the last couple of years or so when Jay and I had several high stress, high anxiety life situations thrown at us that I will be the first to admit, I did not deal well with. Last year was particularly bad, so much so that I went on medication for a while (which actually only made me more depressed), gained 10 lbs and lost my sex drive. Things have been steadily improving since then, but the sex drive continues to wax and wane.

The weekend before last, Jay and I had made arrangements to go out to celebrate our anniversary (8 years if anyone is interested). We had arranged for a babysitter to come over while we went to the art museum and our favorite restaurant with the full intention of working some sexual escapades in while we were out as well. The week had not gone so well. I had been in a funk most of the week, rebuffing Jay’s sexual advances. Saturday morning saw me getting out of bed to tend to our 4 year old without bothering to return after I had her settled with cartoons to engage in any Saturday morning sex as is often our habit. This of course, starts Jay’s day off poorly.

Shortly thereafter, the babysitter’s Mom calls to cancel for her as she has a stomach bug. I try frantically to find another sitter, but am not very successful. Jay and I finally decide to blow off the art museum and allow our 14 year old son to babysit the 4 year old while we go out for a late dinner.

This leaves us with the entire day to fill with the children whom I had been looking forward to a little break from. Let me just say I was in a foul mood all day as was Jay even though he tried much harder to make the best of it than I did.

After returning from an outing with the children, I settled the 4 year old down with some TV, and decided to seek Jay out in our bedroom for sex. I didn’t really want sex, but I thought it would make him happy, get rid of my guilt and perhaps salvage our evening….WRONG!

I went into the bedroom, locked the door and proceeded to get naked and engage him in sex. I rebuffed Jay’s expressed desire to go down on me and asked instead for a couple of my toys knowing that I needed to help myself get in the mood. I looked over to see Jay was staring off into space, not even watching me. When I asked what was wrong he replied that he wasn’t really getting to participate. In my state of mind, that was pretty much all it took to send me over the edge.

I jumped off the bed, mad as hell, putting my clothes back on. Jay and I proceeded to have an hour plus discussion/argument about our sex life. I expressed how much it makes me feel like crap that I don’t want sex. How it makes it even worse when I know he is resentful of that fact. How I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. That I came up to have sex with him to please him and make our evening go well, and I couldn’t even do that right. How I felt much the same way he would if he couldn’t get it up anymore b/c sex was such a huge part of my life, something I felt I was good at, and now it was often just absent.

I wanted to just leave the room several times and stew in my anger, but he forced me to stay and talk. We got out a lot of feelings and thoughts we had been holding onto, but the evening was ultimately shot. I was too angry, and upset to face going out, so we ended up just canceling the dinner reservation and staying in.

One of the big issues I expressed during that discussion and in the days after was the fact that I was so bored with our lives in general and our sex life in particular. I asked Jay to put a little more effort into wooing me, surprising me, exciting me. I expressed the fact that I felt the fact that I did not want sex was seen as my problem alone to fix, and that I really needed his help as well to wake my sex drive back up.

That boy took those words and ran with them, let me tell you!

I arranged for the children to spend the night with my parents this past Saturday night, and told Jay I wanted him to plan something fun and exciting for us. I told him I was open to just about anything with the exception of visiting the porn theater again.

We have been tossing around the idea of a 3rd party in the bedroom for some years now. Each time I would shy away from it. This time however, I was feeling a bit more open to it. We looked around on line, and I exchanged e-mails with 2 men I thought might be interesting. The first turned out to be totally not what I was looking for, and the second was not available on Saturday.

The more Jay and I thought about it and discussed it, the more we came to the conclusion that just wasn’t for us anyway. We agreed that perhaps that should just remain in the fantasy only category.

We proceeded however with a plan to stage and film a forced sex kind of scenario in an unused or abandoned building somewhere. Jay put a lot of time and effort into scouting out several viable locations. We were each counting down the days last week to the weekend with Jay constantly reminding me that I had agreed to submit myself to his will and do whatever he commanded.

When the time finally came that we were rid of the children and back home on Saturday, Jay only required that I dress myself making sure I was wearing panties and wait for him to finish his preparations. When they were complete, we went out to the car where I found a pair of handcuffs and a typewritten piece of paper explaining the background scenario of my abduction from a park while taking a walk before meeting friends for dinner.

Jay then placed the handcuffs around my wrists, placed my slave collar around my neck, and blindfolded me. I was a little disappointed that we were not going to play out the whole abduction scene, but I was willing to wait and see where this was going.

We exchanged some banter as he drove, trying to get into our “roles.”

“Please let me go,” I begged.

“You can let me out right here and no one has to know,” I prompted.

“Oh no one will know,” he replied

“My friends will be looking for me if I don’t show up for dinner,” I warned.

“They’ll never find you, sweetheart,” he snarled.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I gasped.

“Just be a good girl and you might make it out of this,” he teased.

We drove only a short distance until he stopped the car.

“Where are we? “ I asked, alarmed

“Just shut up and stay in the car,” he ordered.

I heard him open the back of the car and begin removing the supplies he had brought. He was gone for some time during which I was impatiently waiting for the game to continue.

When he returned he opened the door and pulled me out of the car. He yanked my short little skirt off me as well as my top so that I stood there clad only in my panties.

“Come on,” he growled and he grabbed my handcuffs and began to lead me through tall grass.

At this point I did become somewhat alarmed as I hate walking through grassy, wooded areas due to a little snake phobia I have. I realized that I could peek out just below my blindfold enough to kind of see where I was going which eased my fear a bit.

We eventually reached the building where he led me inside to a waiting chair. I continued to murmur and plead that he not hurt me as I felt him tying rope to the handcuffs. The next thing I knew I was being jerked upwards, my hands bound and tied over my head.

As I stood there, body quivering with anticipation, I tried to sneak a peek out the bottom of my blindfold seeking Jay’s position. That was when I saw him….

I knew my Jay was there b/c he continued to threaten me, but someone else was there too! A man stood in front of me to my left several feet away. He wore khaki shorts, an orange striped shirt and Docksiders; this was all I could see of him through my blindfold. I was stunned for a moment, then incredibly excited.

Jay ordered me to turn around such that I could no longer see the stranger at all. He then smacked me with the crop over and over again. I tried to take it quietly like a good little girl, but several moans and gasps escaped me. Jay then turned me around, presenting my front to this man as he abused my breasts with the same crop…SMACK, THWACK against the tender flesh of my breasts. I flinched, pulled away, helpless to protect myself at all with my hands bound and raised over my head.

When he’d had his fill, Jay untied my hands, removed the cuffs and led me by my leash over to a board covered with a blanket propped against a windowsill I had glanced earlier when we first entered the place.

He yanked at my panties, had a hard time controlling me while removing them, and finally barked at me to take them off myself. Next he ordered me to lie face down on the board. At this point I had no idea where the stranger was, or if he was even still there at all. I later learned he had been standing beside me, watching as the next series of events unfolded.

Jay began to bind my ankles with ropes to something I eventually determined was a spreader. When I was properly secured, the spanking resumed. He first used his hand, filling the room with loud SMACK’s as I moaned my pleasure. Later came the crop again. I was waiting for, hoping for the paddle, but it never came.

What followed were Jay’s fingers inside me, telling me what a wet little slut I was. Just as I was beginning to enjoy this sensation, he ordered me to get up.

I could barely stand as the rope and spreader bit into my ankles.

“Oww,” I mewed.

“It hurts, Daddy. Please help me.”

“What hurts?” he queried

“My ankles, Sir”

He reached down and kindly loosed the binding of my ankles a bit. However, I was still unable to straddle the board again to lie on my back as he was demanding.

Jay finally grabbed me, picked me up and shoved me down onto the board on my back. I laid there, hands above me, ankles still bound, blindfolded, waiting for his next move.
I shortly felt the delicious sensation of the mini whip against my breasts. Over and over he brought it down to meet the flesh of my breasts as I writhed and moaned my pleasure. When he was sure I was good and wet, I felt a dong inserted in me.

“You like that, don’t you, slut?” he barked

“Yes” I whispered quietly

The dong penetrated me deeper and deeper as Jay inserted a finger in my ass. I swiveled my hips a bit to drive dong and fingers a little deeper inside.

As soon as I was clearly enjoying this, Jay ordered me to get up again. I stood obediently as he removed the bindings from my ankles and led me by the leash to another area of the building.

“Get on your knees” he commanded.

“You want a cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I managed to reply.

“Open your mouth, slut,” was his only reply.

I opened my mouth and waited not sure if I was to receive my husband’s cock or this stranger’s.

I felt the heat of his body in front of me first, followed by the scent of his cologne which was not my husband’s scent filling my nostrils. This scent would come back to me at random times for several days following this encounter.

I pulled away at first, feigning surprise and shock.

“Daddy, who is this?” I mewed

“Shut up and suck that cock, slut” he barked.

That was all I needed to hear. I quickly swallowed this stranger’s cock. He placed his hands on my head and slowly guided his entire length in as I sucked. He was long, I gagged, and I loved it. I continued to suck up and down as Jay lashed my ass with the whip whispering what a slut I was.

I turned my attention to the stranger’s shaved balls for a time, licking and sucking them as he stroked his shaft. He seemed not to prefer me to stroke the shaft myself. Each time I would come up for air and attempt to stroke him, he would take his cock in his hand and slap my face with it. I would open my mouth and offer my warm, wet tongue to slap. Each time eagerly taking him in my mouth again, once or twice reaching down to finger my pussy as he pinched a nipple between his fingers.

After some time of this, I heard Jay say in the background, “You’ve got to make him cum.”

At this the stranger quickened his pace in my mouth, his long cock gagging me as it hit the back of my throat. I had one hand around his balls, squeezing and kneading while the other rested on is thigh. He reached down and clasped the hand I had on his thigh to prevent me from stroking him. Soon his hot cum was filling my mouth as I heard him moan above me.

When it was done, Jay had me on my back, still blindfolded and tossed a dildo at me.

“Fuck yourself. We want to watch you cum,” he said.

I lubed the dildo up and slid it right in. While one hand stroked my clit in ever quickening circles, the other thrust the dildo in and out of my hungry cunt. I came in what seemed like no time, panting and grunting.

Jay then had me on my knees again, sucking his hard cock, preparing him to fuck me. When he was close, I was directed to all fours. He slid his rock hard cock in me and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust deeper and harder before emptying his load inside me.

When it was done, Jay told me to remove my blindfold. I looked timidly around, unsure if the stranger was still there.

“He’s gone,” Jay informed me.

Apparently Jay’s plan had been to eventually allow me to remove the blindfold and do whatever I wished with the guy, however as usual we had arrived behind schedule and the poor guy had to leave in the middle of the festivities for some sort of prior engagement.

Jay and I looked at each other and giggled like teenagers. We still haven’t stopped talking about the experience even 3 days later. Neither of us can believe we actually went through with this fantasy we have been tossing back and forth between each other for years. I had sucked a complete stranger's cock, and never even saw his face.

It feels as if we have crossed some sort of major threshold. I expressed to Jay later that Saturday evening that this should be a once in a blue moon sort of thing, both because it is risky and because I don’t want to spoil the thrill of it. However, I already find myself wanting to find another man and do something like this again. Next time I think perhaps I'd like be allowed to pick him out and chat with him just a bit. I'd like a nice comfortable hotel room. I'd like to see his face (although the whole blindfold and never seeing the man's face was incredibly HOT). Maybe I'd like to actually fuck him.

Later that weekend I kneeled over Jay in bed sucking his cock thinking how much I’d love to feel a cock in my pussy as I sucked him.

I wonder if we have opened a Pandora’s Box here.

As weird as it may sound this whole experience has made me feel closer to Jay. I feel loved that he put so much time and effort into this trying to please me. I feel like we now have this dirty, little secret between us binding us closer to each other. I feel as if a whole new sexual world has opened up to us, and am excited about where it might lead us.

Stay tuned for Jay’s version of events…