This couple have a BDSM fetish, and it seems to be coming true, the wife is in a sea of naked men right now
I had an erotic dream that morning. I had begun to have them more now that Bimpe and I have started honestly sharing our fantasies. We’ve been married for years now and we’ve shared fantasies before but not in depth, those lewd desires that make you vulnerable to your partner.
I know I hadn’t. Some things that I had held back I was afraid to share, afraid that she would think less of me or that I was some kind of weird sexually.
For some reason though, I don’t know if it was the bottle of stout that night or that we were just in the right lusty mood but we began opening up to each other more; more honest about the erotic side of sexy. I think somewhere deep inside she was afraid I would think less of her too if she admitted her fantasy adventures. Little did she know.
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Back to my dream, it’s been a few days now and my memory of it is a bit scattered; bits and pieces. I used to keep a dream journal by my bed. When I wake up, before they drifted away, I would recollect my dreams and write them down. Maybe I need to begin doing that again.
As I try to put this dream back together, I remember voices. The room was different, but not mine. I was writing with someone on my computer. I’m not sure whom, but it was a female and she was familiar. What she was saying was arousing me. There was a connection. Maybe she was a reader of one of my stories.
I had been sleeping well, that deep restful sleep you don’t easily climb out of. I remember lightly coming to, pulling the sheet up over me. It was cool. I always sleep nude. My hand reached down. My fingers wrapped around my cock. Not unusual for me in the morning to have a hard on. But this morning I was especially aroused. I didn’t remember the details of my dream other than being teased by my female computer companion. Still half asleep I squeezed and pulled back on the dick in my hand. It tingled and sent a wave through me.
I had been in deep, deep sleep, dreaming. I almost felt intoxicated: my body heavy and tired. My mind was slightly aware of the bedroom. I didn’t want to wake up. Never opening my eyes I relaxed into it, letting myself fall back in. Sleep slowly wrapped round me again. Silently I was enveloped, dozing deeper, falling back toward my dream, searching to recapture the arousing feelings, the dream I had just left behind.
Still half asleep, half letting my mind wander back; I was soon plunged again under full sleep, wandering through my subconscious. I had done it a few times before, as long as I had not come too close to the surface of consciousness. I had doze back into slumber and move through the halls of that world hiding within.
I drifted away. Across a candlelit room, in the darkness I saw a woman. She was lying across a bed, her lips smiled back at me. I didn’t know her but she was familiar. There were contrasting feelings of helplessness and sensuality.
Confused I noticed that around her neck was a dog collar and a silver chain leash. As I moved I realized that I was standing in a doorway nude, my dick hard from the scene and in my hand. Her eyes lowered to see and a smile stretched across her face.
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Covering the top half of her face was a beautiful black-feathered mask. It swept wide like wings. As her head turned the feathers caught the breeze. All I could see of her face were her sexy lips and her piercing eyes that twinkled through the openings.
Her voice soft as she spoke,
“Do you like this place?”
She reminded me of someone I had met or seen recently. I think a girl I had seen in KFC earlier that week. But inside I knew it was Bimpe, my wife. The voice I knew but I didn’t. It felt like Bimpe. Then I saw that she wasn’t alone.
Behind her holding the other end of the chain was a man smiling at me confidently. He also had on a strange half mask much like one from Carnival in Brazil. I felt as though I wandered into a scene from a horror movie. Both looked at me as if to dare the interruption.
A wave washed over me. It was an extremely erotic sight, my wife chained by another man. I tried to gather myself, to understand what was going on. Confused I felt I had intruded on something immoral. I stepped back. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. It was erotic and I liked it. I went with it. I felt myself let go hoping to not be sent away.
As the smoke slowly cleared, I saw that her hand was running across the chest of another man that was on the bed in front of her. My eyes followed her other hand as her fingers glided down across her stomach finally wrapping around the huge, beautiful dick of a third guy that was also in bed with her. With her eyes still on me, she leaned down to the dick and licked at it, making it jerk in her hand.
Then she delicately squeezed its length. Pulling down on it she brought a large clear drop of precum to its head. She took one finger and scooped up her nectar and brought it to her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. With a deep satisfying moan, she leaned down and licked the rest of the precum off the tip of his helmet and then enveloped the dick into her mouth, her eyes closed as she moaned this time, savouring it.
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I had told Bimpe several times how I had like to see her with another man. She would only teased me back telling me, “Be careful what you wished for. I might take you up on it. Dreams can have a way of coming true you know.”
Across from the bed I saw a chair. I found myself sitting in it. I watched as she continued to feel the bodies around her.
It was then that I realized she was in a small sea of men. There must have been four or five in bed with her. I couldn’t tell for sure. What belonged to who was unknown. Each face I saw had on a different mask. Legs and arms were entangled. Her hands slowly roamed, feeling and touching.
I tried to stand up, to go to her. My wrists were retrained to the chair arm, as were my ankles to the legs. I pulled at the chains but couldn’t move. She laughed under her breath teasing me like a prey that she would enjoy later.
I had first thought she was feasting on the men that embraced her. Then I saw that her ankles were bound. She was their captive. They were feasting on her. Two were kissing and caressing her legs and feet as though she was some Cleopatra. Two were holding her legs open for the others to enjoy her more easily. One man was behind her, his hands were on her waist and his large black dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. Another man was obsessed with licking her nipples and massaging her breasts as though he were milking them.
The man holding the leash lifted it, offering it to me. I tried to move again to no avail. She smiled at me again.
“You said you wanted this. Do you like what you see?”
I tried to speak but no words would come out. I was silent.
“I like it!” She said. “I love it! It makes me wet. Thank you dear for opening me up!”
I looked between her legs. As the dick slid in and out of her from behind, two of her shining fingers were massaging a full swollen pussy. Her clit rolled under her slick fingertips.
The bedroom felt to be some chamber full of red candlelight and large ancient vases. I seemed in another time.
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I tried to speak again. Silence. I was bound. I could only watch her do as she pleased. She pulled against her own chains. She was as ensnared as I. As she did the men pulled her closer. taking her. As the one man slipped his dick out of her and another entered her. Her eyes closed and her smile spread.
I leaned forward both wanting to rescue her and enjoy her delight more closely. I tried to get out of the chair again, the bonds were too tight and the chair too heavy to move. I could do nothing but watch spellbound as the men enjoyed my wife. As they had their way with her she looked at me. I could do nothing. Her expression went from one addicted to her fate, to a helpless victim and back to one addicted.
Then I saw it in her eyes and she looked deep within me. She liked me there, having to watch and her at the mercy of her lovers. She was both in control and not.
Bimpe went on sucking, fucking and loving her situation as though no one existed but her passions and her lusts. She pulled one of the men to her and sucked his lower lip into her mouth. Then she kissed him deeply as I watched. Licking at him like a hungry she-cat she turned back and looked at me again. Then leaning down she took the head of another man’s dick into her lips teasing it. She seemed to have them all oozing with a state expectation.
Her body almost seemed oiled as she slid up through the group of exploring hands, muscles and dick until she found the neck of another man that she wanted. Pulling herself up to him, she began caressing his face as she licked at his lips, teasing him before she kissed him passionately.
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