The silk scarf tightens over my eyes. Darkness swallows me whole. Now we’re equals, both blind. My heart pounds like a drum. His voice whispers close, hot breath on my neck. ‘Feel everything, Chantal. Let go.’ Naked on the chair, skin prickling, pussy already slick and throbbing from his earlier touches.
He takes the manuscript away. His hands return, rougher now. Fingers trace my collarbones, dip into the valley between my tits. Nipples harden instantly, begging. He pinches them, twists gently. I gasp, thighs clenching. ‘Spread your legs,’ he commands. I obey, knees parting wide. Cool air hits my wet folds. Exposed. Vulnerable. My clit swells, aching.
The Awakening: Eyes Covered, Senses Ignited
His palms slide down my belly, nails scraping lightly. I arch, moaning. He chuckles low, knowing. ‘So wet for me already. Dripping like a slut.’ Fingers find my inner thighs, teasing closer. I buck my hips, desperate. Finally, one digit brushes my slit. Electric jolt. He spreads my lips, circles my entrance. ‘Tight little cunt, pulsing.’ I whimper, grinding against his hand.
He pushes in, slow. One finger, then two. Curling, stroking that spot inside. Juices squelch obscenely. My walls grip him. ‘Fuck, you’re soaking my hand.’ Thumb on my clit, rubbing firm circles. Waves build fast. I pant, tits heaving. Blind, every touch amplified. His free hand kneads my breast, mouth sucking the other nipple hard. Teeth graze. Pain-pleasure mix. I’m lost, climbing.
Orgasm crashes. I scream, pussy spasming, gushing over his fingers. He doesn’t stop, pumps harder. ‘Cum again, whore.’ Second wave hits, legs shaking. Body on fire.
He pulls out, slick fingers at my lips. ‘Taste yourself.’ I suck greedily, salty-sweet tang. His cock presses my thigh—thick, veiny, leaking pre-cum. He stands me up, bends me over the chair. Ass high, pussy gaping. His hands grip my hips. ‘Ready for my cock?’
The Act: Raw, Unrestrained Ecstasy Unleashed
He thrusts in, balls-deep. Stretches me wide. Grunts fill the room. I cry out, nails digging into the seat. He pounds relentlessly, skin slapping skin. ‘Take it, Chantal. Your married cunt loves this old man’s dick.’ Sweat drips, mixing with my cream. He reaches around, pinches clit. Third orgasm rips through me, milking him.
He growls, slams harder. ‘Gonna fill you up.’ Hot spurts flood my pussy. Cum overflows, trickling down thighs. We collapse, panting. Blindfold soaked with tears of bliss.
He unties it eventually. Light stings. His dark glasses hide his eyes, but I see his satisfied smirk. We dress in silence. I leave at dusk, thighs sticky with our mess. No panties, just his seed inside me.
Home late. Husband glances up from dinner. ‘Long reading session?’ I nod, cheeks flushing. ‘Very… engaging.’ He smiles, clueless. Secret burns hot between my legs. No guilt, only pride. I fucked the forbidden, came harder than ever. Craving next time already. This is my dirty thrill, hidden from the world.