An ice cube delicately held between her red nail polished fingertips slid upwards slowly on the underside of his cock, and rested gently on the tip off its swollen head. A dull sensation drew down through the throbbing involuntary jerks whilst she held it there – and which now were consistent of a delicious tortuous experience.
Feeling her hot breathe near his sex region, he could not tell how close or far she was, although the slight gap in the bottom of the blindfold available to his straining eye would confirm that her black stockings and red shoes were angled very close to his tied chair legged ankles.
Naked apart from a wet cold flannel which she would place on his throbbing hard cock to keep it under control, weighted and ready for her attention again when she was ready was all that hid his modesty. The accentuated sounds however kept the focus on what was no doubt unfolding just in front of him. Sight deprivation enhanced the heady scene and although he could not savour the visual delights of the physical form of his adulteress, he knew she would be performing with her husband on the bed just some three feet from where he was secured to the chair with stockings tied tight around his wrists behind him.
This pre-arranged meet was experimental and based on trust, with the anticipation over many months of messaging formulating into a private discreet gathering in a hotel room not far from where they all lived. The fantasy was for this sexy lady to control a man who she would tempt, titillate, seduce, arouse and maintain an erection for as long as she could without actually letting him cum. She would however on the other hand be as open and sexually uninhibited with her life partner, but the male guest would not see her body or how she performed with him. He could however hear and sense what would no doubt be happening in the room – the moans and sighs of pleasure and lust.
Breathing deeply and heavy and feeling the weight of the damp flannel which had now matched his own hot body temperature, it was removed delicately...feeling the freedom of his cock and the release of its upwards movement whilst taking in the new cool air enveloping his balls.
Through the slit in his silk scarf covering his eyes, he could see her stocking clad legs kneeling before him. She held her hand down near the floor and poured a liberal amount of baby oil into the palm of her hand. Losing sight of her hand he felt the smooth slippery oil applied to the top of is cock....sensing it drizzling down the length and over his balls - dripping on to the towel his bare bottom sat on. Her red nails could be felt stroking upwards from the base of his cock very slowly whilst the sound of her kissing her husband planted visual stimulation and eroticism into his head. Each throb made him want to ejaculate, but there was not enough stimulation...just an odd drip of pre-cum which he knew she would see. There was no pain or unpleasantness in this fantasy they all shared, just prolonged, pleasurable endurance of an unreleased pre-ejaculative cock used purely for the pleasure of the lady in the room, whilst she enjoyed pleasing her husband and he her.
The ache progressed to his stomach as after forty five minutes of his cock being let out of its dark, damp surroundings, released into daylight, cooled by her breathe and seduced and gently played with slowly receiving one or two very slow wank strokes at each interval resulted in his body quivering and thighs shaking. Over and over again, not being released to orgasm by her controlling soft hands created anticipation and fire in his body; driving him to giddy heights.
Then without warning the blindfold was removed... |
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