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Chapter 1

You have to understand right from the beginning that this sort of thing wasn’t the typical me. My name is Sandy and I’m sort of a petite, wispy-haired blonde that never had much trouble getting the guy I wanted in high school. That’s where I met my boyfriend Jamie, and we’ve been together ever since. Marriage has never been something that either of us wanted, so we have concentrated on helping each other get ahead in life and enjoyed what we had together.

I fell in love with Jamie right off when I met him because I had one serious problem with guys that he didn‘t seemed to be worried about at all; most of them liked big breasts, and I have about half of what they wanted. The guys I met all thought I was cute as a bug, but they were only looking for a one-time conquest in me. Jamie was the one that showed me that all males aren’t alike and worked hard to make me feel comfortable with him.

Over the last year things in our sex lives have become somewhat mechanical. The strain it caused had even made me wonder if I had fallen in love with a dud. That brought us to the spat that has me in the very pleasurable predicament that I’m in at the moment. During the height of our fight over how things were getting stale in the bedroom, I had blurted out that he ought to read some of those online erotica novels if he ever wanted to stand a chance of pleasing me again. I felt horrible as soon as the words had left my mouth… until he turned and asked me what I considered was missing. I’ve always been a shy girl, so I took him to the computer and brought up a site that I had visited on many a lonely night.

That was a huge mistake for the following reason; I had forgotten how much more knowledgeable he was at computers than myself. What I found out a few days later floored me. I had never thought about a history being saved on the hard dive about the very stories I had read in the past until he informed me of such. The things he must know about me now left me humiliated, but he was his typical sweetheart self and didn’t tease me too badly over what I had been reading.

That brings me to my present position… and predicament. Jamie had asked me if I was ready for a turn away from our normal doldrums and told me he wanted to take me on a voyage I would never forget. At the time I smiled sweetly and prepared for little more than a new position. He conned me into wearing some older shorts and a tube top I really didn’t like. He told me we were going out to a park for an outdoor romp that night. He lied, and now I was left wondering just what he was going to do to me before I got free. That’s right, free! I trusted this man with all my heart, but I had asked for something that now I was wishing I had of thought about before opening my mouth. Out of all the nasty little stories he knew I had read, I had to wonder if he could separate the hot, from the in-my-mind fantasies only.

So here I am trussed to the headboard of my bed in a way that had me thoroughly elated, fearful, and wetting myself all at the same time. It started out slowly with Jamie pushing me back on the bed and making out with me. Even in the dullest of jaunts in the past, he never lost his ability to make me hot with his kissing on my neck and nibbling my earlobes. Before I knew it, my right wrist was having a slipknot moved over it that had already been secured to the bedpost. It was a scarf that had been hidden under the throw and I was soon introduced to a second one readied for me on the other side of the bed.

At first I thought it was just nice that my dear boyfriend was trying his best to put some spice into a well rehearsed amble down lover’s lane, so I really only feigned hostility at being tied up for what could have been done much better. I have to admit though, that with his six foot frame holding me down as he got my wrists nicely secured to the bedposts was a real turn on. As soon as I was immobilized, Jamie sat back on my legs to check out his handiwork.

The feeling of being at his mercy for whatever he wanted to do to me was quickly becoming exhilarating to me. My natural attitude was to get a little smart with him and taunt him into getting inventive. The way I was looking at it was that there wasn’t much he could do to me in this particular position, but I’m quickly starting to see I was very wrong. Jamie reached under the pillow holding my head and grabbed one more scarf that he had taken from my collection. He worked hard to get a second pillow under me so that I was in a half-sitting position. It was looking like he had forgotten the appropriate requirements for a successful mating. And then he used the scarf to blindfold me securely.

I continued smarting off to him until he finally told me he was tired of hearing my complaints. The next thing I knew, he got off my legs and went to retrieve something from across the room. Suddenly, my blindness was starting to make me fearful of the unknown. When I felt the bed jostle under me, telling me that he was back, he leaned over me and was pushing something against my lips. I understood he was trying to gag me with something and became frightened.

I blurted out, “Promise me first that you won’t do anything to hurt me.”

He snickered aloud and reminded me that he had never raised a hand to me. But, he added that I would never consider him dull in bed again. I slowly allowed him to coax whatever he held to my lips into my mouth. It was some type of a ball gag with a nicely sized hole in it to allow for easy breathing. It did however make my talking back to him less fulfilling. My chest started heaving with my increased awareness that I was entirely at his mercy now. Every third thought was fearful, but it was the two right before them that made my entire body quiver over what Jamie had planned for me.

Again I felt Jamie get off the bed to fetch something, and when he came back he laid across me, placing his face within an inch of my ear. He whispered to me that I had always trusted him and that if I continued trusting him, he would make one of my wildest fantasies come true. Just before I felt him fitting headphones over my ears to steal away another one of my senses, he told me that I had better enjoy my free tryst because he would never let another man ever touch me after today.

I freaked out and shook my head wildly while trying to get him to understand that I didn’t want any other guy touching me. I now knew of at least two different stories that he might have read that had given him the idea that I wanted to step out on him. While I struggled to get the headphones off me, I felt him taping around my head to hold them in place. After throwing a brief fit that accomplished nothing, I settled down and tried to get some sense of what he was doing to me. I felt him tumble off the bed one more time and then I could hear that he was on his cell phone talking to someone. I could barely make out a word through the headphones until I distinctly heard him say, “Make it fast!”

Music was turned on at that point and there wasn’t a thing I could do now but kick at anyone that approached my legs. I tried to calm down to control my breathing, but Jamie had me so scared. Okay, so like all girls in a sexual rut, I had wondered what it would be like to meet a new fellow and have a quickie, but I probably never would have ever gone through with it. I suddenly felt horrible for Jamie. I had given him the idea that I had wanted to have sex with another guy as though he wasn’t good enough for me. I wish I could talk to him to let him know that he had it all wrong. But then the realization came to me that whatever he had planned for me was going to happen no matter what I did, so I had to accept my fate. After treating him so horribly, I couldn’t add to it that I hated him for doing exactly what it was that I had in a roundabout way, asked for him to do. Why did I ever show him that internet site?

I laid in my trussed position through two of my favorite songs. Jamie had apparently made a special CD of some of my favorite songs to have sex by which made me feel even more horrible. Just as that second song ended, I could hear the bedroom door shut and what appeared to be Jamie welcoming someone. I felt so awful, but there was that part of me that wondered, “Who’d he get to fuck me?”

I should have known that this whole thing was in the works. It hadn’t been more than a couple of months ago that I had tried to hint to Jamie that I wouldn’t mind trying a little bondage. I thought it had gone right over his head, but now he seemed to be trying all kinds of new things at the same time in order to spice up our sex life. I felt one person sit on my right and touch my leg. I jerked it away and then felt someone sit on the other side of me and do the same thing. I jerked that leg away too, but I had no idea which touch had been Jamie and which had been the unknown man. Both of them started rubbing the insides of my thighs as I wriggled to get away from their probing hands.

I made a conscious decision to stop shaking my head so much for fear of getting a massive headache. I had nothing else to do but to lie there and allow them to take me. Now I was glad that Jamie had made the mistake of tying me in this position. Maybe, just maybe when the stranger tried to get into me he would find it so impossible that he would decide against it and be satisfied with just copping a free feel of me.

When I felt hands working to unsnap my shorts and unzip them, I gave up and held still. It felt like a hundred hands were pulling them out from under my ass and off my legs. My shoes were yanked off when they caught on my shorts. When the hands came back for my panties, I snapped my legs together. It wasn’t just modesty at being displayed, but I had shaven myself bald as a melon just last night. Not only was a stranger going to see my bare crotch, but I was caught going for the little girl look that Jamie so loved. I could feel sweat running down the sides of my face from the shear embarrassment of what was happening to me. Two thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties and started tugging them down over my hips. I made it a real struggle for them to get the crotch of the panties to snap away from my crotch by holding my legs tightly together. Someone was lightly fingering my mons area as if they had never seen a completely bare girl before, so it had to be my stranger. I prayed it was a studly kind of guy that was taking advantage of me and not one of Jamie’s more geeky friends.

Nothing happened for a moment, but then I felt loops of even more scarves being placed around my ankles. Damn, I was going to get restrained even further. How in the world did they think they would ever get to fuck me if they tied me spread-eagle to all four posts, but still half sitting up? But I was severely wrong in my thinking again.

In one swift movement, my right leg was hoisted into the air and being hauled up to the headboard. I was being bent in half and it suddenly came to me that I was about to be on display in a way I never even gave thought to before. It was tied right along with my wrist and I could feel the headboard with my toes. I shook my head violently again, but it didn’t stop my second leg from being hoisted back to match the other. I had instantly gone from being in an impossible-to-fuck position to being splayed wide open for the world to take advantage of at will.

Jamie had held my legs up and back like this a couple of times and I loved the way it totally exposed me to him, but now I had to contend with a strange man getting the benefit of it as well. I could feel the coolness of my moist slit being exposed and feared that I might be gaping open for my audience.

My next torment was feeling the cold steel edge of a pair of scissors as they worked their way under my tube top and cut through it like butter. Jamie was now pissing me off. He knew how insecure I felt about my tiny girls, and now I was having them put out on display with the rest of me. After all these years, I knew that Jamie really liked my small chest, but it was rare finding a guy that didn’t exalt big boobs as the only proof of a real woman. As they tugged the cut top away from me, my nipples grew embarrassingly hard under the fan blowing from across the room. I was sweating under the heat of the day and the humiliation of being exposed like this.

The music went off and I heard Jamie across the room asking if I was enjoying my CD. Just then the bed shook under my stranger and I caught a whiff of his cologne. It was one of my favorite male scents that I could never get Jamie to wear and it was the first time I really knew I was about to become the receiving end of another mans’ equipment. That was the first time I wondered what kind of tool I was going to be receiving. If this was going to happen, I wouldn’t want anything but something worth having in me. I heard Jamie ask something else, but couldn’t make out what he was saying this time. The music went back on and to my favorite tune at that.

The man on the bed seemed to be moving around until I finally felt him positioning himself right between my splayed legs. I was preparing myself for his assault on me when I felt a tongue sliding its way up the outside of my vulva instead. I shuddered at the feel of this stranger taking such liberties of me, but I wouldn’t have asked him to stop for anything. I loved being on the receiving end of oral sex, and that was about the best thing about being trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. I had always heard my girlfriends bitch about how none of their boyfriends liked giving a girl head, and had always loved knowing that Jamie was the exception to the rule. He knew what he was doing down there and had obviously remembered how much I liked it by finding another guy that also was of his thinking.

I was being worn down in the very best of ways and was even finding moments of falling in love with what Jamie was going through for me. It had to be torturous for him to watch as another man was sampling me like this. With all my senses other than touch being obscured, I decided that I owed it to him to enjoy myself. I say all my senses, but I could still smell the new cologne. But when you can’t hear, taste, or see, smell is so different that every little scent takes on a fresh outlook.

The man’s hand traced its way up my wrinkled belly and through a small puddle of sweat in my navel to begin kneading my breasts one at a time. He twisted my nipples just to a point where I would have to push outward to endure his grip on them. I loved getting my nipples played with and I realized that Jamie must have spent some time on educating his friend on how to please me. But I was still embarrassed when I felt how wet I was becoming at the touch of my new lover’s tongue running around the outside of my heavily swollen lips. He was definitely taking his time at working me over. It was at least a couple of minutes before he even got to biting my clit between his lips. He was making me shudder constantly against my binds.

When I felt his tongue finally push downward from my clit to dip into my folds, I arched my bottom up in a jerk to get him into me as deep as I could. About the only action I could do on my own was to hump my hips the couple of inches that all the scarves would permit. The second his tongue penetrated my lips, the boys knew they had me. There could be no mistaking the guttural moans coming from around my gag. The man tongue-fucked me for several minutes and even used his hand to keep my little man hopping with excitement. Every now and then I would feel his hands groping the cheeks of my ass and knead them in such a pleasant way as if he were struggling to get more of his tongue into me.

In an instant, he pulled away from me and there was a lot of moving around on the bed. The guys had no idea how painful it seemed to me to wait for their very next touch. My embarrassment at being more exposed than ever had completely waned. I was delighted, at least for the moment, that Jamie had misinterpreted so much. I made a mental note that I was going to have to respond in kind to him very soon. Even as I waited for the next action to begin, I wondered what other stories I might read to give him further ideas.

I could tell one of them was scooting forward on their knees to get into position between my legs. I was hoping that it was Jamie so he wouldn’t feel left out, and because I really wanted to make him happy now. He had to feel somewhat emasculated at watching another man make love to me, and I so wanted to tell him he had nothing to be ashamed of for it. This was the best present a girl could ever receive from her man.

I could tell by the unique movements of the mans hands that it wasn’t Jamie though. He was kneading the very bubble parts of my ass and rubbing his thumbs outward as if to open me wider for his plunge, but I couldn’t possibly get any more open for him. And it was clear that Jamie would only be getting seconds the minute I felt his friend’s organ parting my inner labia. It was obvious that this man was of greater girth than my love. When he started pushing his cock into me, it was even harder than Jamie’s. And he didn’t stop his one long, slow dive until I felt his pubic bone bumping against mine. He held it there until he felt well acquainted with my body, and then he started a gentle and slow fucking motion as if to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt me with his size. I could tell his cock was even longer than Jamie’s and that had to be so depressing for my sweet lover.

I wished that I could fake it for Jamie’s sake just so I could say he wasn’t that good of a fuck, but the man really knew how to screw a girl. It seemed like every thrust into me was a little faster, a little harder, and even a little deeper than the last. He had me moaning as loud as my gag would allow me and I was thankful now that the gag was there. If Jamie had of told me that he wanted to restrain me this way, I never would have agreed to it. But now, now that it was happening and I couldn’t stop it, Jamie was my frigging hero.

As great as my present lover was at fucking me, I felt so bad momentarily. I didn’t want to know who was taking such free use of me because… I already knew I was going to have to get Jamie to make it all happen again. And when I thought about what it would be like to get this or some treatment like it to happen to me on a regular basis, I felt my body begin that frantic climb towards a massive climax. I knew Jamie couldn’t understand my muffled words, but I kept thanking him over and over for what he was having this man do to me.

Just as I was getting ready for one of the most massive cums of my life, the mans hands grabbed at my boobs and he sat up straight to pound away at me in a very appropriate manner. All I heard as fireworks went off in my brain was the music blaring away in my ears. I could tell the man was cumming himself just by the feel of how he was thrusting sporadically into me. I was gasping for breath through the hole in my gag and my new lover fell on top of me. I felt him struggling with the hook and loop attachment of my gag to give me the extra airway I needed. When it was loosened, I spit it from my mouth and gasped. As soon as I took a couple of deep breaths, I struggled to thank Jamie for allowing this man to give me the fucking of a lifetime. I promised him anything he wanted in return and then I felt the headphones were being taken away from me.

I begged to get my eyesight back as well, and then the hand of my stranger pushed it up over my forehead without ever pulling out of me. While my eyes focused I became fearful over what I might have said. I felt horrible and delighted at the same time. I had made such a blunder thinking that it was the other guy that had been fucking me, when all along it had been Jamie. I gave him a wide-eyed smile like he hadn’t seen in years and then realized that there was another man here someplace that I hadn’t seen yet. I lifted my head as far as I could and searched the room… but there was no one to see.

“Did he leave already?”

Jamie smiled that evil grin of his and slowly pushed away and off me. It wasn’t until he did that that I realized he was still fairly hard as his cock fell out of my grip; something quite unusual after getting off in me. He didn’t say a word to me and I searched his face for some sign of where the man had gone.

“Who was it, Jamie? I need to know.”

He could hardly contain himself as he went to the dresser and picked up a six to eight foot pole lying over the top of it. It had a rag wrapped over the end of it and I wondered what purpose it could serve.

“Please Jamie, I have to know. Who was it?”

That’s when he pushed the pole towards my face and I turned my head fearing he was going to hit me with it. When it was in front of my nose, I bolted upright as far as the restraints would allow and searched the room again. Jamie took the tip of the pole away and set it right below my bottom on the bed, then pushed it into the mattress a couple of times.

“You bastard!” I thought for a moment and made the point again. “You son of a bitch.”

I looked down at his crotch and saw the final piece of evidence I needed to understand what he had done to me. As it all came clear to my mind what he had done, I now understood why he wasn’t afraid of getting me mad about handing me over to one of his friends. He hadn’t! With my senses back in usable condition, I could put it all together myself. The rag had my favorite male cologne on it, and when I had heard Jamie across the room as the bed shook, it was the pole he was holding from across the room that moved the bed. And there on my lover’s prick was some sort of a sheath that looked like a cock, but was actually some kind of a toy enhancement.

Jamie came over and untied my legs, and lowered them slowly to care for my muscles. And as soon as my first hand was freed, I grabbed him to me to kiss the hell out of him. He began telling me all the little thoughts that had gone into faking the best fuck by a stranger a girl could ever hope for, and despite my embarrassment, I told him I was going to have to tell all my girlfriends what he had done to me… make that, for me.

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