It was a hot summer afternoon. I was tied up. My eyes were covered with a silky sash, wrists cuffed to the bed-head and my legs loosely tied to the base. A pillow was placed under my lower back to raise my hips. Slowly, he licked my nipples, moving down to my cunt, running his tongue along my lips, then plunging it in my hole. I let out a little moan. He stopped. I heard him getting up off the bed, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Where is he going? I lay there wanting so much more. The wind blows the curtains open and I feel my naked body momentarily drenched in warm sunlight, the breeze tickling my eager cunt.

I could hear him moving around in the house, then his voice. He must be on the phone. No! I hear another voice - a female, some laughter, some glassware being bumped together. Bad timing. Hoping he will get rid of them soon. I lay there in the sunlight enjoying the breeze, trying to be patient.

He came back into the room, trailing a finger up my leg toward my dripping pussy. My whole body ached in anticipation. He began circling my swollen clitoris. Then just as quickly as before, he pulled away. Suddenly his hard cock thrust inside me up to the hilt. My squeal was stifled by a mouth over mine - the tongue hungrily teasing my own. Oh God, it was a female mouth! Who was she? I tried to speak, to ask questions, but her mouth was over me, her tongue unrelenting. My husband pulled out of me and replaced his dick with his long tongue. I started moaning and moving my pelvis against his face. I came as soon as he began to suck on my clit.

They both stepped away from me. The fire within me was still raging. I open my mouth to ask who the mystery lady was and a hand covers my lips. I nod my head and the hand moves away. I could hear wet noises of the woman kissing my husband...or was she licking his cock? I couldn't tell! The bed sagged next to me as their bodies sank onto the mattress. Their breathing had increased and their kissing became more desperate.

My mouth was again opened by the familiar fingers of my man. They were dripping in the juice of our bed buddy. I hungrily licked them clean, wishing the real source of the juice would present itself on my mouth. I knew they were fucking now. Every now and then I was bumped accidentally as they writhed around next to me. I was so turned on. I couldn't help it. The sound of his cock slapping in and out of her wet pussy was almost enough to make me cum even without being touched! I had never experienced anything like this. So many emotions were running through me - from confusion to rage to anguish to - lust.

A familiar groan. He was coming. Where? I didn't know. Probably her mouth. I strained my ears to hear if she was swallowing his milky load. I couldn't tell. In a moment my breathing was temporarily stopped short as her freshly fucked pussy smothered my mouth. At least now I knew he must have cum elsewhere. Her sweet tasting pussy was incredibly turned on, but not oozing his cum. I flicked my tongue over her clit as she ground her body into me. At last - she leaned down and reciprocated - almost ferociously. My man must have been enjoying the scene, I soon felt his tongue circling my anus. The feel of these two tongues hungrily eating me up was sensational. And, oh God, they had me coming again. I moaned loudly into her pussy which also made her let out a little scream. She came hard, writhing and thrusting on top of me and soaking
me in her juice.

Then she climbed off me. I thought it was over and they would let me free, and more importantly find out who this incredible woman was. But no. Two mouths suddenly fell upon my nipples, four hands pawing my belly, thighs and cunt. Then I could hear them kissing again while still pawing at me. After a little giggle, they were soon gone.

I lay there in a sheen of sweat, with cunt juice drying on my face, aching for them to touch me more. I don't know how long I waited. I could hear our champagne bottle being popped and was instantly thirsty. What torture this was! I loved it. They tried to sneak back into the room, but with your eyes covered it's amazing how much more you take in. I could hear the bubbles of the champagne - my mouth instantly salivating at the thought. And something else...could I smell - a candle? Before I could think anything else I was screaming as the wax dribbled down my belly and onto the top mound of my cunt. Suddenly a cold trickle of champagne fell into my open mouth, followed by my husbands throbbing cock. I could picture him standing over me - cock in one hand, champagne bottle in the other, intermittently dipping in my mouth then pouring
a little more bubbly along his shaft.

Two more drops of wax. This time high up on my thighs. I did not scream - my mouth was full. Her finger began pushing my arsehole, edging itself inside me. Then I felt something hard being thrust into my gaping cunt. She must have found my dildo. I was going to explode! I had never had three of my holes accosted like this at once. I wanted to hold off on my orgasm in an attempt to make it better, but when the first hint of a wave came over me, I completely succumbed to it. With what little mobility I had in my body, I thrashed around on that bed. Soon my mouth was filled with hot cum instead of champagne. I drank it down and nearly passed out from sensory exhaustion. When was this going to end?