The bedroom was a shadowed sanctuary, bathed in the flickering glow of candles that cast sinuous silhouettes across the walls, each one pulsing in time with Moira’s racing heart. Her voluptuous body lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, her creamy skin glistening against the white silk sheets, her fiery red hair a wild cascade framing her flushed face. Her full breasts strained against a black lace bra, the delicate fabric barely containing their weight, while the matching thong clung to her hips, a teasing whisper of coverage that left her deliciously exposed. Silk scarves bound her wrists and ankles to the wrought-iron bedposts, their soft but unyielding grip holding her spread-eagle, utterly vulnerable. A black satin blindfold plunged her into darkness, stripping away her sight and sharpening her senses until every sound, every brush of air, felt like a spark against her fevered skin.
Kevin, her husband of five years, had been weaving a provocative web of hints for days. Over candlelit dinners and stolen moments, his dark eyes glinted with mischief as he murmured, “What if I let someone else have you, Moira? What if I watched another man take you, make you scream, while I stroke myself?”
She’d laughed, her cheeks flushing as she swatted his arm, dismissing it as his usual teasing. But the words had burrowed deep, igniting a spark of curiosity and desire that now, bound and blindfolded, flared into a wildfire of anticipation and uncertainty.
As Kevin finished tying the last scarf, securing her ankle with a gentle tug, he stepped back, and she felt the weight of his gaze raking over her exposed body. The air grew heavy with silence, broken only by the soft creak of the floorboards as he circled the bed like a predator savoring his prey. “Look at you,” he said, his voice low and laced with dark amusement. “Tied up, helpless, spread out for me… or maybe for someone else.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “What if I brought someone in right now, Moira? You couldn’t do anything about it, could you? You’d just have to take it, whoever it was.”
Her breath hitched, a shiver running through her at the taunt. The idea was both terrifying and thrilling, her body responding with a rush of heat even as her mind grappled with the possibility. “Kevin,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal, “you wouldn’t…”
He chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent goosebumps across her skin. “Wouldn’t I?” he teased, his voice closer now, as if he were leaning over her. “You’re at my mercy, love. I could open that door and let anyone in. And you’d never know until they were inside you.” The words were a deliberate provocation, each one stoking the fire in her core, her body betraying her with a flood of wetness that soaked her thong.
The mattress dipped as he knelt between her parted thighs, his hands gliding up her legs with a reverence that made her pulse race. His fingers traced the edges of her thong, teasing the sensitive skin before slipping the fabric aside, exposing her to the cool air. She gasped as his warm breath ghosted over her slick folds, followed by the slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. Kevin’s mouth was a master of torment, his lips and tongue working in perfect sync, lapping at her clit with a rhythm that drew soft moans from her throat. Her hips bucked against the restraints, the silk scarves biting into her wrists as she strained for more.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmured against her, his voice vibrating through her core. “But I need to make sure you’re ready, Moira. Ready for another man. He’d want you dripping, begging for it.” His tongue flicked her clit, slow and deliberate, as he continued his taunting. “Imagine it, love. Someone else tasting you, feeling how ready you are. Would you like that? Another man’s tongue on you, getting you nice and slick for his cock?”
The words sent a jolt of electricity through her, her moans growing louder as her imagination took hold. She pictured a faceless stranger, his mouth on her, preparing her for something forbidden, while Kevin watched, his dark eyes burning with lust. Her body arched, her thighs trembling as Kevin’s tongue worked her relentlessly, circling and sucking, building a fire in her core that threatened to consume her. She was teetering on the edge of ecstasy when a sharp *ping* interrupted the moment.
Kevin’s tongue stilled, and he mumbled something under his breath, too low for Moira to catch clearly, but she thought she heard the words, “He’s here.”
“Hold on, love,” he said, his voice oddly detached as the mattress shifted. His footsteps retreated, and then came the unmistakable creak of the bedroom door opening. Her heart lurched, her pulse racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Was he expecting this? Was he letting someone in? The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through her, her body tensing even as her arousal deepened. Kevin’s earlier taunts echoed in her mind: *You couldn’t do anything about it, could you?*
“Hey, you ready for this?” Kevin’s voice called out from the doorway, low and suggestive, as if addressing someone just beyond her hearing. There was no response, no sound of another voice, but the silence was thick, charged with implication.
Moira’s breath caught, her mind painting vivid, illicit pictures. *Is someone else here?* The idea was terrifying, thrilling, and utterly intoxicating. She strained to listen, but all she heard was the soft click of the door closing and footsteps returning. Were they Kevin’s? They seemed heavier, less familiar, the rhythm slightly off, and the uncertainty set her nerves alight, her body trembling with anticipation.
Unbeknownst to Moira, Kevin had used the moment to slip into the hallway, quietly retrieving a cock extender from a hidden drawer. With practiced ease, he applied a thin layer of lubricant and fitted the thick, textured sleeve over his erection, adding at least an inch to his length and nearly doubling his girth. The extender transformed his familiar cock into something formidable, foreign, and thrillingly unfamiliar, its smooth yet firm material designed to amplify every sensation.
The mattress dipped again, and she felt the heat of a body settling between her legs. “Kevin?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a potent mix of fear and desire.
No answer came. Instead, hands—strong, confident, but somehow different—gripped her hips, spreading her thighs wider until she felt utterly exposed. She gasped as something hard and impossibly thick pressed against her slick entrance. It didn’t feel like Kevin’s cock; it was massive, intimidating, stretching her in ways she hadn’t felt before. The extender’s added girth and length made it feel like a stranger’s cock, thick and unyielding, filling her far beyond what she was used to. *Is this someone else?* The thought sent a flood of heat to her core, her body betraying her with a rush of wetness that soaked the sheets beneath her, though a flicker of intimidation tensed her muscles at the sheer size.
The first thrust was slow, deliberate, and careful, the thick cock easing into her inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to its overwhelming size. Moira’s breath hitched, her body tensing at the unfamiliar stretch, the sensation both daunting and exhilarating. The movement was familiar—Kevin’s expert, attentive rhythm, the way he paused to let her body acclimate, the gentle roll of his hips—but the size, oh the size, was something else entirely. It filled her completely, pressing against her sensitive walls in a way that made her moan, her initial intimidation melting under his careful pace. His hands caressed her hips, soothing her, ensuring she was comfortable as he slowly worked the massive length deeper, letting her body embrace the new sensations.
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence from across the room—Kevin’s voice, low and teasing, emanating from his phone on the nightstand. “Look at you, taking it so well,” it said, the preprogrammed clip perfectly timed to deepen her confusion. Her heart skipped a beat. If Kevin was over there, then who was inside her? The familiar rhythm clashed with the monstrous size, making her doubt it was him, her mind spiraling into the fantasy of a stranger.
The thrusts remained slow at first, each one measured and controlled, allowing her to adjust to the girth that stretched her to her limits. But as her moans grew louder, her body signaling its readiness, the pace began to amplify. The thrusts grew faster, deeper, the thick cock driving into her with increasing force, hitting spots that sent sparks of pleasure through her. Her initial intimidation gave way to a carefree abandon, her inhibitions dissolving as the overwhelming sensation consumed her. The familiar cadence of the movements reassured her, yet the sheer size kept the doubt alive, fueling her arousal. She didn’t care who was wielding this monster cock—Kevin or a stranger—the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming, to resist.
In her mind’s eye, she saw Kevin standing in the corner, his dark eyes burning with lust as he watched another man take her. She pictured him, naked, his cock in hand, stroking himself slowly as he drank in the sight of her bound and writhing, lost in pleasure. The image was so vivid, so taboo, that it sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Another preprogrammed clip played from the phone: “That’s it, Moira, let him have you.” The words sent a shockwave through her, the implication that there was a “him” intensifying her fantasy. What if there was another man inside her, his massive cock driving into her with primal intent while Kevin observed, his own desire stoked by her surrender?
“Harder,” she gasped, the word spilling out in a rush of need, her voice thick with desperation. “Fuck me harder… make me cum.” The plea was raw, directed at the mystery man she imagined inside her. She was no longer intimidated, her body craving the intensity of the unknown, her mind lost in the fantasy.
The response was immediate, the thrusts becoming deeper, more forceful, the rhythm relentless. The thick cock slammed into her with a ferocity that made her cry out, the extender’s texture rubbing against her sensitive walls in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through her. Her body arched off the bed as much as the restraints allowed, her breasts heaving, her thighs trembling. She pictured Kevin stepping closer, his cock hard and glistening as he watched the stranger claim her. Would he join them? Would he kneel beside her, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her mouth to his length, filling her from both ends?
Another clip played from the phone: “You love it, don’t you? Show him how much.” The words pushed her further into the fantasy, her moans becoming cries as the pleasure built, a tight coil in her belly ready to snap. She imagined sucking Kevin’s cock, her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling as the stranger fucked her harder, their bodies moving in sync to drive her to the edge. The thought was so vivid, so consuming, that she could almost taste him, feel the weight of him in her mouth as her body rocked with each brutal thrust of the massive, extended cock.
“Oh, God, yes,” she sobbed, her voice trembling with desperation. “Fill me with your cum… please…” The words were a surrender, a raw plea to the faceless man in her mind, the fantasy of a stranger pushing her to the brink. She wanted to feel him erupt inside her, to be claimed completely by the unknown.
The thrusts became almost punishing, the thick, extended cock driving into her with a force that made her scream. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, more intense than anything she’d felt in years, her body convulsing against the restraints as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her vision—though blinded by the satin—exploded with stars, her cries echoing in the candlelit room as her core clenched around the massive length inside her. The added girth and length amplified every sensation, making the climax relentless, prolonged by the unyielding rhythm, each thrust drawing out her release until she was a trembling, gasping mess, her mind lost in a haze of ecstasy.
But just as she rode the peak of her orgasm, the thick cock withdrew abruptly. Moira whimpered, a pang of disappointment cutting through her pleasure—she had wanted to feel him cum inside her, to be filled by the stranger’s release. Instead, she heard a soft rustle, and then a warm, wet sensation splattered across her stomach and breasts. Kevin had ripped off the extender, his hand working furiously over his bare cock, covering her in thick ropes of his cum. The sensation was intense, the heat of it marking her skin, but it wasn’t what she’d craved in that moment. She’d been lost in the fantasy, yearning for the stranger to fill her, to complete the taboo illusion.
The weight lifted from the bed, and Moira lay there, panting, her body tingling with aftershocks, her skin slick with sweat and Kevin’s release. She heard footsteps, then the gentle tug of the scarves as her wrists were unbound. The blindfold was removed, and she blinked against the dim light, her eyes locking onto Kevin’s familiar face. He was completely naked, his body glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, his cock now softening, glistening with the remnants of his climax. The cock extender lay discarded on the bed, its imposing size and slick surface a stark reminder of the overwhelming sensations she’d felt.
“Was that what you wanted?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with that same mischievous edge.
Her gaze lingered on the extender, its thick, elongated form a testament to the intensity she’d experienced, the reason it felt so different, so much larger than Kevin’s usual size. Relief flooded her—it was him—but it was tinged with a strange, thrilling disappointment. The fantasy of another man, amplified by the preprogrammed taunts from his phone and his mumbled words about someone being “here,” had been so vivid, so intoxicating, that part of her had wanted it to be real. Her orgasm had been earth-shattering, more intense than anything she’d experienced in years, but the absence of that final, intimate release inside her left a lingering ache of unfulfilled desire.
“Was it… just you?” she asked, her voice hoarse, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
Kevin’s grin widened, his eyes dancing with secrets. “What do you think?” he said, echoing his earlier words. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Next time, maybe I’ll make it real. Maybe I’ll watch you with someone else… or join in. Imagine it, Moira—sucking me off while another man fills you with his cum, just like you wanted. Would you like that?”
Her breath caught, her body already stirring at the promise, despite the faint disappointment still lingering. She pulled him down for a kiss, her hands tangling in his hair, her lips hungry and desperate. Her mind was already spinning with the possibilities, the seed of doubt and desire firmly planted. The next time, she might not be so sure who was touching her, fucking her, making her scream—and the thought of finally feeling that release inside her was enough to set her pulse racing again, her body aching for the next forbidden thrill.
