Title: Behind the Blindfold Author: Dances In Clouds Keywords: MFF, cons, first lesbian, rom, first threesome, stranger I awoke, a little disoriented, as memories, dreamlike, re-formed in my mind. Upon opening my eyes, I saw the room that, in daylight, seemed far-removed from the almost magical space it created when I finally saw it before sleep. Thinking back, I remembered the letter that started this liaison. Dear Traci, We hope this letter isn’t met with your derision, but if it is, please destroy it and disregard this invitation. We have enjoyed you from afar, and invite you to fulfill what is one of our greatest fantasies. We have never made love to another person as a couple, but want to change that, with you. If this offer piques your interest, whets your appetite, and quickens your pulse, come to room 310 of the Best Western. There will be a blindfold on the door knob. Put it on, then knock. We will take your presence as consent to full access to your body. This night will only include pain if you ask us to inflict it (pain isn’t our turn-on, but if it is yours, we will comply). Do not come intoxicated by anything but lust. We will keep you high on the same. Hope to see you tonight, The Smiths It did pique my interest, whet my appetite, and quicken my pulse, so much so that the rest of my shift passed in a blur, tables being served on autopilot. I tried to remember all I could about this couple. They were young but not immature, healthy but not extreme, dressed like they cared about their appearance but not interested in showing off. I remembered feeling them both watching me as I worked. Neither seemed more interested than the other, and they had been friendly but not overt. I had seen them several times before, but not regularly. Their letter was under their tip. When the shift finally ended, I beat a path to the door. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to run to my apartment first for a shower or just go straight to their hotel. In the end, I decided for the shower. It was one of the fastest showers of my life, with just enough time spent to make sure I didn’t have to be embarrassed. Their doorknob was indeed adorned with a soft black cloth, and my legs shook slightly as I tried to get the knot right behind my head. My skin was almost tingly, and there was an unmistakable dampness between my legs. I had changed into a soft black dress that ended mid-thigh, black hose underneath a sexy red pair of panties, and a very flimsy, not very effective bra of the same black as the dress. As I adjusted to the darkness of the blindfold, I noticed how cool the air felt on the exposed skin of my chest and arms, and realized that my now-erect nipples must be obvious through the cloth. Timid now, I felt for the door, then knocked, hoping it wasn’t so loud that anyone in nearby rooms would notice. I was glad that the hallway had remained deserted. I heard a slight movement behind the door as the peephole cover was slid briefly from closed, then swung back. The smell of candles greeted me first as the door slid open. A hand gently grasped mine, and led me into the room. The air was warmer inside than it had been in the hallway, and I heard Enigma playing in the background. The hand that still held mine led me further into the room, and a man’s quiet voice said “We’re glad you’re here. You can end the evening at any time by using the word ‘Sunflower’. We want you to feel safe here with us, and we hope to blow your mind.” I smiled and nodded, hoping the light was enough for him to see my response. I didn’t want to spoil the moment with my own voice. “Good,” he responded. “You can call me Jack, and my wife Dianne. Your name tag said Traci. Should we call you that?” Again, I nodded. Jack had spoken from beside me, but I also sensed another person, in front of where I stood. I could tell from the sound of breathing that it was a woman. Even though the room’s temperature was warm, I felt heat from her body radiating on my skin. I stood, wondering what was next. I imagined that they were both looking at me, standing there in my blindfold, and I hoped that they were enjoying the view. I guess they did, because the next sensation was of soft lips on mine, gently, the downy hair on the upper lip brushing mine, telling me she was giving me my first kiss from another woman. What had been a warm feeling in my lower belly became an immediate wave of heat, radiating over my body, burning my cheeks, making my eyes water beneath the blindfold. Her lips nuzzled first one lip, then the other, and the moisture of her lips remained as she moved away. My breath, which had caught with the first touch, returned in quiet gasps, and it took all my strength to remain standing. Sensing my shaky knees, I felt Jack move behind me, still with my hand in his. His free hand found mine, and he raised both my hands above my head. Leaving my arms up, his hands slid along my arms, gently outlining the shape my arms formed, then following the lines of my body to my hips. His lips immediately found the side of my neck, and the slightly-sandpaper skin of his face was a distinct contrast to his lips as he kissed along my neck from the edge of my red hair down to the strap of my dress, the tip of his nose brushing my ear. The darkness of my blindfold left me wondering where Dianne had moved to. I soon found out. “We’re both glad you’re here!” Her breath caressed my other ear as she spoke quietly near it. I heard the smile in her voice, and smiled in response, hoping for another touch from her lips. It came, on my neck, opposite the side where Jack continued to nibble. Her tongue followed her lips, and traced a line forward, along my jaw line, and up to my lips, which were parted to accommodate my hunger for more air as my pulse raced, providing a second accompaniment in my ears, as audible as the music. Her mouth suddenly covered mine, and I heard my voice for the first time in that space, in a moan, muffled by her kiss, but uncontrollable. I felt her shiver against my face, and he responded with a tightened grip on my waist, as though in steadying me, he was also steadying himself. I felt his lips and the tip of his nose trace across my back, finding the pull of my zipper, and his teeth grasped it and dragged it downward to its stop, his nose following it along my skin. The sense of exposure was unmistakable as air moved along my back for the first time, and I felt his hands move up to my shoulders, nudging my arms down to my sides and slipping the straps of my dress forward and over my shoulders, then slipping the dress down my arms, down my body, then over my hips, until he let go and let it fall down my legs to the floor. His hands returned to my hips, and his steadying touch encouraged me to slip my shoes off and step from my dress, leaving it on the floor where it fell, wrapped around my shoes. “Your hands are free,” he whispered in my ear. “Use them to see us.” He guided my hands upward and forward, and rested them on her shoulders. I felt her neck against my palms, the collar of a bathrobe against the back of both hands. Following his suggestion, I ran my fingertips up to her hairline behind her ears, and pulled her face to mine, probing her lips with my tongue until she relented and let them part, meeting my tongue with her own. I tasted her sweet mouth, reveling in the newness of the flavor, the touch, the idea. Her own rapid breathing reflected my own, and small moans vibrated both of our throats. I heard him mouth “So fucking hot” in my ear, as I redoubled my ardor in this first sharing, this first deep kiss from another woman. My timidity was slipping away rapidly, and as I felt her hands grasp my own head, I dropped mine to her waist, finding the belt to her robe and pulling it loose as quickly as my lust-addled brain could direct. My hands found their way into her robe, sliding to her hips, which I found to be free of additional clothing. Her skin felt soft under my palms as I slid up both sides of her back, finding no bra to interrupt their course. Her breast filled one hand as my other reached around her and pulled her against me. As I continued to kiss her, I felt him unclasp my bra, and the D-cups fell from my breasts. As it was a strapless bra (thus not much more than decorative), it was a simple matter for him to slip it from between us. The feeling of her breasts against mine was as good as any I had imagined, and my mind reveled in the feeling we shared of skin on skin. I felt her hands leave me briefly as he slipped her robe from her shoulders, then they returned to wrap around me, holding my body to hers. He stood beside us, softly holding each of us in an arm as we continued our kiss. I heard him whisper “I love you, dear” in her ear, then he kissed her, his cheek against my own. Then his breath was against my own ear as he whispered “You’re so fucking beautiful, and that is the sexiest kiss I’ve ever watched.” I smiled into her lips. His kiss broke up ours, and his lips against my cheek asked for my attention, while his hand redirected my face toward his. Her lips regretfully yielded to his attention, and I felt him continue a kiss along his cheek while he ran his fingers through my hair as I felt his smile against my lips. His lips kissed along my lips as I felt hers move back to my shoulder, then find their way to my breast. One of her hands held my breast to her face as her other ran along my ass and down my thigh. Her mouth engulfed my already-hard nipple, and I felt her suck it in as her lower hand slipped one stocking down a leg, then the other, stopping at my ankles. I pulled her to my breast with one hand as my other encircled his neck, holding the kiss, tongues intermingling. Her hand moved up the front of my leg and thigh, and I though she was aiming toward my now-soaking panties, but instead she reached between us and pulled his robe’s belt free, then pulling it open. His hot, hard cock, now free, hit my belly as he shrugged the robe off. Her mouth left my breast and I felt her cheek against it as she turned to suck his little nipple. A soft groan escaped his throat into my mouth as she did. The smell of female arousal was more and more obvious, both my familiar smell and her unfamiliar yet intoxicating aroma. I felt her move her mouth from my breast, and now both of my breasts pressed into his chest. We stopped kissing to catch our breaths, and I whispered “I’m so horny!” into his ear. I felt her knee beside my foot as she knelt beside her husband and me as we held each other, his cock between us, my panties and blindfold the only remaining piece of clothing on anyone. We held each other with one arm each, and with our free hands we toyed with her hair and ears as she kissed my hip, and his hip, while her hands roamed our asses, squeezing, exploring, slipping under the waistband of my panties. The novelty was settling down into a heady horniness that made me yearn for each new touch. I wanted her to touch me, but instead she pulled her husband’s cock toward her face and put her lips around its head, while her fingers rested against the skin of my thigh, barely touching the crotch of my panties that I imagined must be dripping by this point. He moaned then kissed me with renewed passion as her attention continued on his cock. He stopped her after a couple of minutes, saying “Let’s lay down and continue this on the bed.” He led me to the bed, helping me lay down on my back, then I felt him lay down beside me, and his hand softly caressing my breasts. His wife slipped up onto the bed, moving my legs apart, and kneeling between my ankles. I felt her lean forward, her shoulders spreading my thighs, and then I felt the sweet pressure of her lips against my panties, sucking my wetness from the saturated cloth, getting a first taste of me. I shivered, squeezing her head involuntarily between my thighs and grabbing her head with my hand, before releasing her to breathe again. I felt Jack suck my nipple, while his hand slipped to the other breast and pinching that nipple. I raised my ass from the bed, pulling one side of my panties down with my free hand. She took the hint, and pulled the other side down, peeling the crotch of the panties wetly from my pussy. I felt her stop, and guessed that she was looking closely at my now-exposed sex. Then I felt her breath against my labia as she leaned forward, planting her first kiss there. I was in heaven. I’d had a boyfriend who loved to go down on me, but never the soft kiss of a woman. As she nestled into the space between my legs, repeating kisses on both labia, I felt him get up, pulling one of her hands up to my breast. As she held and squeezed a breast, and her breasts caressed my thighs, I felt her slip her tongue into the groove forming my shaved pussy. My mind reeled with pleasure as she explored every fold, every bump, finding my clit, dragging moisture up from my vagina to coat my clit. I was done trying to be quiet, and I moaned more and more loudly as I rode the waves of pleasure her lips and tongue were bringing to me. I held my free breast with one hand, while my other ran fingers through her hair, holding her head to my crotch. She continued to suck and lick, sometimes tongue-fucking my vagina, sometimes sucking my entire vulva into her mouth as she drove me higher and higher, wilder and wilder. Suddenly, with her mouth fully on me, I felt her bump even harder into me, and at the same moment she moaned loudly. It might have even been a scream, had it not been blocked by my sex. As suddenly as she pressed, the pressure relaxed, then returned. I heard her husband moan, and realized that he was taking her from behind as she laved my pussy with her hot mouth. Knowing that this was happening made me even more horny, and I felt my first orgasm coming at me like a freight train. I started screaming, coming in her mouth for what felt like an eternity. She stayed in place, her body continuing to be fucked from behind as she continued to lick gently, keeping me on edge, then another orgasm washed over me. As my mind returned to a sense of awareness outside of myself, I heard her husband growling his own orgasm into her pussy. He slammed her pussy repeatedly as he filled her with his seed, then held still as her mouth rested, open, against my crotch. I was still horny, but wanted to try something I’d never done, so I gently lifted her head as she caught her breath, and rolled and slid to the side of the bed, then standing and walking around to where he knelt between her knees, still holding his cock inside her. I felt their bodies to “see” where they were, then reached between his legs, brushing his scrotum then feeling the base of his cock and the margin of her vagina, the slipperiness of his come present along with her less-slippery moisture. I slipped his softening cock from her pussy, and then directed him to lie down beside her. I helped her roll from her knees to her back, and then found her pussy with my fingers. Feeling the cum slipping from her vagina, I leaned forward, lying on my belly between her legs, and sucking the cum into my mouth. Having enjoyed cum sprayed in my mouth many times before, this was the first time I’d eaten it from a woman’s pussy, and between the added aroma and flavor of her sweet pussy and the novelty of the situation, I couldn’t remember a more enjoyable cum meal. I sank my tongue into her vagina, encouraging as much cum as I could out of her pussy and into my mouth. I swallowed part of their cum, then crawled up her body and kissed her, giving her the rest of the cum, which she greedily licked from my mouth. Then I kissed down her body to one of her breasts, then the other, erecting her nipples into my mouth, and then playing with them with my fingertips. I ground my pussy into her leg while I did this, riding her thigh to a quick orgasm, listening to her moan as she enjoyed my pleasure and hers. Then I dragged my lips from her nipples and down to her smooth pussy. I did my best to return the pleasure she had given me, sucking and licking as much as I could, imagining what she had done to me, remembering the pleasure, trying to re-create those feelings through her pussy. I was on my knees, ass in the air between her legs, and realized that her husband was probably enjoying the view. I waved a hand to get his attention, then pointed to my bottom. He clearly had been watching us, because I heard him walk over and kneel on the floor behind my ass. He must’ve been looking at my pussy again, because he didn’t touch me for a while, as I continued to drive his wife wild. Her legs tensed on each side of my head, her belly was tight, and her pussy was thrusting forward into my mouth, and my own arousal was back with a vengeance. It surprised me when he finally had his eyeful and dove into my pussy with his mouth, aggressively tongue-fucking my vagina. I felt his hand on my ass, then he moved a little and started rimming my asshole with the tip of his tongue. This new pleasure made me moan into her pussy as she got closer and closer to her own orgasm. I rolled my tongue to rub the bottom of my tongue against her clit, and she responded with an even throatier moan. Meanwhile, my own pleasure was more and more difficult to ignore, as he tongue-fucked my ass, the tip of his tongue finding its way past my sphincter, while I felt a hand pushing a couple of fingers (I think) into my pussy, and a palm against my clit. This continued until she started to cum, screaming over and over how “fucking incredible that feels!” I came along with her, feeling her husband’s tongue and hand taking me over my own edge. We collapsed together, exhausted. Shortly thereafter, all memories stopped as I fell asleep. The sun was streaming in when I awoke. The blindfold must’ve fallen off in my sleep, because it lay beside my face on the pillow. There were two roses on the pillow beside me and a room key, and under them a note that said: “You were incredible. Your gift of pleasure to us will never be forgotten, and we hope your memories of our love stay with you for the rest of your life. J&D.” I smiled. Feedback welcome: cabinf /at/ gmail