FabSwingers.com forum: Tonight

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

So I’m lying in the pitch dark due to the blindfold, face down and naked on the bed as instructed, with my ears straining to hear the slightest noise in the house. The front door is ajar and my watch beeps quietly, pointing out that it’s 8 o clock, the agreed time. Not for the first time I feel the panic rise, the fear gripping me as I think about the stupidity of arranging for a stranger on Fab to come to my home for sex – and for me to be in such a vulnerable position. But the mild panic sets off an opposite reaction and my cock throbs at the thought of what’s coming. Earlier we’d swapped messages, the instructions being clear and concise, the groundrules laid out – blindfolds, no talking, what wasn’t allowed and more importantly, what was. The second list was longer, a lot longer.

Wait.

Was that the door?

Every hair on my body seemed to stand on end and every nerve ending screamed at me to get up, to confront a possible intruder. But at the same time my pulse was hammering in my chest and my cock stood rigid against my belly. My legs parted a little wider and I gripped the headboard a little tighter as I waited for what came next.

He’s here. I can feel him at the door of the bedroom, hear his breathing, feel his gaze on my naked body spread before him. I hear a zip pulled down slowly and then the cold air from his clothes as he moves closer. It’s now or never. It’s now I’m going to feel the knife in my back, the club to my head, the fist in the side of my face. Instead I feel a hand brush over my ass cheeks and run up my spine and I groan out loud in relief and lust.

There’s a giggle at the bedroom door, a woman’s giggle ...