Chapter 4

After dinner on that first night, the three of us came back to the hotel room hornier than ever. The first fucking had just been the tip of the iceberg. On the elevator ride to our room, Scott whispered something into Gary’s ear. My husband smiled devilishly and nodded. They wouldn’t tell me what they were planning, but I knew from the look on Gary’s face that it was sure to be something hot.

As we approached the hotel room, Scott took out his key and opened the door, then stood aside for me to pass through first. I thought he was being a gentleman, so I thanked him and entered the pitch-black hotel room. It had been daylight when we went to dinner, so we hadn’t left any lights on. I wasn’t sure where the light switch was, so I stopped just inside the doorway to wait for one of the others to turn on a light.

Suddenly, a strong hand clamped over my mouth from behind, and I was dragged backward into a hard, tight embrace. Something cool and metallic caressed my cleavage, and my breathing became heavier as I realized Scott was enacting one of my secret fantasies. I didn’t really think he had a knife; more than likely, he was touching me with the room key. Still, I had met this guy on the Net, and every horror story I’d ever heard flashed through my mind.

He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, where Gary pinned me down easily and put a blindfold over my eyes. I could tell from the change in shadow that they turned on lights then, but I could not see them at all. Gary knew that the cotton dress I had worn to dinner was an old one that I didn’t care about, so when I felt the first seam being torn as he and Scott ripped it off of me, I didn’t mind at all. Then they took my hands and bound them with something that felt leathery.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t get away, and I had no way of knowing what they would do next. The first touch startled me: a feather-light caress to my ankle. I didn’t know which man was touching me. The touch lasted only a second, then it stopped, and there was another caress on my neck, stroking my hair back from my face. They kept switching sides and areas of my body, massaging and caressing every part in its turn, kissing my fevered skin and licking and sucking when I least expected it.

I was moaning and writhing on the bed, and my pussy was already soaking from all the attention I was getting. Then, they each chose a breast and started sucking my nipples at the same time. Their styles were slightly different, but I couldn’t be sure even then if I was right about which one was my husband. They rubbed and sucked my sensitive tits for what seemed like a lifetime, and soon I was surprised to realize I was very close to orgasm. Gary recognized my moans and chuckled. I knew his laugh and knew he was on my left side, but then they simultaneously stopped what they were doing for a moment, and I didn’t know if they had switched places.