Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 3

Chapter 3
 
She thought of all the young men who she played the farmer's daughter being taken in the barn and on the haystack game, the store clerk being robbed and made to strip game, the bank teller held hostage and made to fuck and suck the bank robber game, the home invasion tie up and strip naked the housewife game, the sister, mother, aunt or sister-in-law incestuous sex game, and the hitchhiker being forced to flash truckers and suck off the driver, as he drove game. There were so many erotic games and so many sexual scenarios. The more she played, the more she wanted to play and the more she needed to create a new game. Every day was a different game with a different young man.

She loved playing all those sexual games. She loved being the poor helpless pray begging them to stop and hoping that they wouldn't. She loved taking on different personalities, wearing wigs, and changing into different outfits. She loved pretending that she was someone else. She loved being so vulnerable while looking so sexy and wearing her special underwear and favorite red, blow me lip gloss. She imagined she could have been a call girl or a Broadway actress in an X-rated play. Her favorite game, by far, was playing the innocent virginal victim before being taken forcefully by two or three men.

Had someone from her past found out about her now, no longer could she play the virginal victim. Yet, she was safe in her luxurious lifestyle of riches and sheltered in her pampered world of excesses. No longer did she have the identity of a slut or whore. Everyone knew her and respected her as Robert's wife. Her slate was clean for the past twenty-four years, since the day she graduated college and put all of that behind her for her new husband.

Truly, in was such a waste and she was so wasted in a sexless marriage. Had she married another man for sex rather than for money or if she could have found someone with money who appreciated her sexual sense of adventure, how perfect her life could have been.

Back then, unsupervised by her strict Catholic parents and away from home for the first time in her life, she gave young men plenty of what they wanted when she was a college coed. Repressed by the Nuns in an all girl Catholic high school, she went wild once she enrolled in college and found herself in a different part of the country. Then, once she discovered alcohol and tried drugs for the first time, she was wild.

Now, suddenly free to come and go and to do whatever she wanted and when she wanted, she was unleashed in her freedom and naked in her desire. Now, she was free to get laid and give blowjobs. Now, instead of being another trapped girl in a small town, she was a popular, sexy woman in a big city.

Back then, before being married with children, she enjoyed being felt up, having her nipples sucked, her clit rubbed and licked, and her pussy fucked really hard, as much as her dates loved receiving a hand job and/or a blowjob from her. She was insatiable. She was the closest thing to a nymphomaniac, if there was such a thing.

Her favorite thing was kissing and she prided herself on being a very good kisser. She had fun at every spring break event she attended and she attended all of them every year she was away at college. Topless or naked, it didn't matter, she entered every contest, excited to show all her body to whoever wanted to look.

Back then, she had an amazing body. Genetically blessed, her 5'7" form was as good and as curvaceous as any beauty queen winner. With a beautiful face to match her gorgeous body, every testosterone filled man was on a mission to bed her and she did as many of them as she possibly could. 

Yet, when drunk and/or doped out of her mind, being bound, gagged, spanked, and blindfolded while offered to the roomful of horny men to be used, abused, and degraded was part of growing up or so she thought. Experimenting and experiencing young men and a few young women was her right of passage, as a sexual woman growing up in the age of free sex during the sexual revolution. Besides, she was over and done with that sort of lewd, lascivious, and lustful behavior. Now, she was the respectable wife of a rich, stuffy, successful investment banker. No longer could she afford to harbor those erotic thoughts of sweaty, naked bodies, big dicks, cum baths, raw sex, and her Devil-may-care attitude toward debauchery. 

Unfortunately, twenty-four years later, she remained true to herself and could only hide who she was for so long and those dirty thoughts resurfaced again, after one of her drunken houseguests removed her bikini top a few years ago. Celebrating her husband being made partner, the alcohol flowed as free as the hands of the horny husbands who cornered her behind the tall hedges in the dark garden. They removed her bikini top in the dark, deep end of the pool and played keep away with it with some of the other men at the party.

When she stepped from the pool to retrieve her thrown top while modestly covering her breasts with her hands and feebly protesting their outrageous behavior, one of the men playfully, but forcefully grabbed her by her wrists and held her arms behind her back. From the chill of the night air after the warmth of the tepid pool water and from the sexual heat of having her tits exposed to seven horny men, that was all it took to start her erotic engine revving to the redline. Already she could feel herself getting wet and it wasn't from being in the pool. 

He exposed her beautiful B cup breasts to the drunken group of middle-aged men in attendance, while the others unsuccessfully tried to pull down her bikini bottom. Had she not had strong, developed legs and was able to keep her knees together, they would have stripped her naked. Still, touching her everywhere, feeling her ass and fingering her pussy, they were rewarded with numerous exposures of her firm, round ass and the dark hair of her trimmed pussy.

No doubt wishing that their fat, genderless wives were as hot as Kathy and possessed such a genetically blessed body, they all took the opportunity to take their turns fondling her firm, beautiful breasts and fingering her erect nipples. She meekly struggled and modestly protested their assault of her body. Her feigned cries of protests were just a way for her to receive more admiring attention from the men. Flattery, attention, and groping would get you everywhere with Kathy, as long as you were a bit rough about it and as long as they forced her to do what their sexless wives wouldn't.

It was a shocking game played on the hostess by horny husbands who always wanted to hump her in a hidden haystack somewhere. A couple of them were even bold enough to lean down and take her erect nipple in their mouth while swirling their tongue around it and feeling, fondling, and caressing her other breast. She thought she would cum in her bikini bottom when the man who held her arms behind her back also stuck both her hands down his bathing trunks. Certainly, this was the perfect scenario for her to explore without ruining her precious reputation.

Her excitement was obvious and taking the cue from her reaction, one by one, they took turns holding her arms behind her back and sticking her hands down their bathing trunks for her to feel their erections. Hidden from view from the others, not letting the other know that they were all playing the same game, she didn't resist their outrageous behavior. Little did they know that by holding her arms behind her back and forcing her hands down their bathing suit to touch and fondle their cocks, they accidentally hit upon the secret formula that unleashed the sexual beast in her. 

As soon as her fingertips touched their erect cocks, it set her aflame with lustful desire. Fondling their cocks without their wives knowing and without her husband suspecting, she wrapped her fingers around their pricks and stroked them. It was a familiar game that she played so long ago when in college with most of the members of the varsity football team, basketball team, baseball team, soccer team, track team, and lacrosse team.

Serendipitously jerking off the horny husbands of her invited guests, neighbors, friends, and co-workers of her husband, whenever she could get away with it and while preserving her respectable reputation by playing the innocent victim, was her secret fantasy literally handed to her by each man sticking her hands down their bathing trunks.

It had been more than two decades since she felt so many cocks at once. She was out of her mind with lust. She was so very wet. She was so very excited. The only way the evening could be any better would have been if the men dragged her to the guesthouse and gangbanged her. She would have loved being fucked by seven horny men who wanted her as much as she wanted them.

She imagined them standing around her in a circle while holding their stiff cocks in their hands. She would have loved sucking all their cocks, once they were done fucking her. As a physical show of their sexual appreciation, she would have enjoyed receiving a cum bath from each and every one of them. She imagined cum splashing across her eyes, nose, and mouth. She imagined her hair filled with cum and cum dripping from her tits. She imagined basking and bathing in their cum while still protesting them to please stop.

Fortunately, her husband, the host, was in the house with the wives helping to make another round of drinks. Not so innocent himself, he was doing his share of flirting, touching, and feeling the bikini clad wives who were in attendance to celebrate his well deserved promotion. No doubt, they were exploring his cock, too.

Certainly, she was grateful her husband and the wives of all those men who groped her and who made her grope them weren't witness to her public, albeit forced display of exhibitionism. She was happy that they didn't see her slut like behavior with her hands buried in the bathing trunks of their husbands. She was glad that she was able to play her favorite game of being the virginal victim while she received all that she wanted, being exposed, being felt up, and forced to touch the cocks of so many men who wanted her.

Now, since that time, precipitating the sudden sensuality and sexuality in her behavior, she changed and reverted back to how she was, so long ago. The metamorphosis was complete. Changed from a college coed slut to a faithful, albeit rich, bitch wife that butter would melt in her mouth, she was now a cum slut again that cum would drip from her mouth, should she reach the point of passing fluids with any or all of these men.

After that embarrassing, albeit exciting experience, she learned to stay away from the high hedges in the darkened corner of the garden and the dark, deep end of the pool, when having drunken pool parties, that is, until her husband and the other wives were preoccupied with one another and couldn't see what went on with her and their husbands. It was their little secret game they played when no one was watching and it was okay to play, so long as no one spoke of it later in the light of day.

Later, she heard from one of the wives, who didn't participate in groping Kathy's husband, but who was contend and sexually interested and excited enough to watch the wives of many of the men who groped Kathy out back, grope her husband in the house. While he released their surgically enhanced, fake tits from their bikini tops, several of the wives took turns stroking his cock while mouthing it, as their personal present for his promotion. It was a secret game they all played. Yet, respectful of their marriages, mindful of his reputation and the unwanted scandal that surely would happen, he was careful not to cum and not to exchange fluids with anyone else but his wife, as were the other wives not wanting to exchange fluids with anyone other than their husbands. 

Still, she, the ever so virginal victim, had never been as violated. Her best friend's husband practically raped her in the pool and she may have allowed him to fuck her had she had just one more drink and had she not be so careful with her reputation. Certainly it was better to tease than to finish the act and suffer the consequences from the harm caused to her reputation by having adulterous sex. Truly, literally and figuratively, she couldn't afford to cheat on her husband. She had much more to lose by cheating than she had to gain by fucking the husband of a friend during the flight of her fantasy.

Only, she so desperately wanted to experience his stiff cock inside of her. It had been a while since she felt a cock as hard and she would have blown him if given the chance. Her husband's medication has softened his libido as much as it has hardened his resistance to heart disease, high cholesterol, and high blood pressure.

Only, hearing her neighbor talk about the incident, his cock wasn't so soft when he was feeling the tits of the wives of his friends and co-workers. He must have taken a Viagra, which would explain why he wasn't bothering for a blowjob after the party ended. 

The hands of her guests were everywhere. They forced her hand down by her wrists and into their bathing trunks forcing her to touch their erect cocks while they groped her tits and fingered her nipples. She was frightened and excited at the same time. She made a joke of it.

"My, my, is all this for me," she said wrapping her fingers around their cocks and giving them a stroke or two. 

Blaming it on drinking too much alcohol, she touched several cocks of her guests that night. Able to somehow summon enough self-control to resist their forcefully aggressive behavior, she was only able to get away from them when they started kissing her and stripping off her bikini bottom, but not until they all had taken a turn at sticking their hand down her bikini bottom and fingering her pussy.

"You're dripping. Did I make you all wet?"

She was more embarrassed that they discovered, when they fingered her pussy, that they had made her so terribly wet than she was that they had made her feel their cocks or that they took liberties with her body.. She felt as if she was a wicked coed slut again after that incident and after getting wet for men who weren't her husband. It had been so long since she had felt sexual passion for someone else and she didn't know what to do with those feelings other than to use them to masturbate with whenever she was horny later. 

There was nothing else she could do with those sexual feelings. She wished she could have fallen to her knees and taken one cock after another cock and allowed them to cum in her mouth, all over her face, and across her tits. Yet, she couldn't afford to cheat on her husband. She couldn't afford to ruin the lifestyle that she loved and had grown so accustomed.

In hindsight, even back then, there was a glimmer of something there that she had learned to repress, once she was respectfully married. Unable to admit it to herself until now, she enjoyed the sexual confrontation of men forcing themselves upon her, so long, that is, they didn't hurt her. Unable to do it otherwise on her own and without being forced and at the peril of her reputation, she enjoyed being forced to touch them. 

She enjoyed being taken and it was a total turn on when they exposed her body to others, as her pool guest had done by holding her arms behind her back to expose her tits when she was topless. Further, the outrageous sexual bonus was then they stuffed her hands down their bathing suits and forced her to feel their swollen cocks. Even now, years later, she still masturbated to her the remembrance of being so exposed and vulnerable.

The fervor of the sexual fever only worked if she appeared to be the victim. Whenever she was made the victim, it was only then that she could let loose and lose control. Surely, a woman of standing in her community, she didn't want her reputation sullied. She couldn't afford to be deemed the cum slut that she once was and had always been and able to successfully suppress, until now. Calling negative attention to herself would ruin her husband's career and destroy her perfect little life. Surely, she wouldn't risk all that for some hot sex.

In the next chapter, Kathy experiences more sexual situations.