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.

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