A lot of people no doubt had memorable experiences during the blackout of 2003, but mine truly was an unforgettable tryst.
I am a married woman in my mid-thirties, with a busy career and two children who seem to consume every free minute my husband and I have, what with preparing their meals and taking them to soccer games, baseball games, swimming lessons, etc. Before we had kids Ken and I had a very active sex life, but kids change that. Our lives are so hectic and busy that we usually collapse into bed at night, almost too tired to even think about sex, let alone have it. We both enjoy reading Penthouse Letters, but we marvel as much at the fact that the married couples who write in seem to find time for their sexual adventures as we do at the adventures themselves.
So Ken and I had been looking forward for weeks, with great anticipation, to the day in August when our children were going to go stay with my parents at their cottage in Connecticut. Both my husband and I had great plans for all the things we were going to do for ourselves, and needless to say, lots of sex was at the top of the list.
The first day we were by ourselves, Ken and I were as excited as a couple of little kids on Christmas Eve. We called each other several times at our respective offices, whispering into the phone about what we wanted to do to each other, and to have done to ourselves. One of my favorite sexual fantasies has always been to be tied up in some fashion while my husband, pretending to be a stranger, has sex with me. In years past we had acted this out several times. Sometimes he pretended to be a police officer with handcuffs, a cowboy with a rope, or a burglar, each time tying me up and having his way with me, and I loved it. Sometimes, as he was fucking me in this manner, I would pretend he was black, Hispanic, Middle Eastern or even Asian. For some reason this always made the sexual experience much more intense for me. I had told my husband this, and he didn’t seem to mind. He said that was part of the fantasy.
Needless to say with two active children, I very rarely had opportunities to indulge my favorite sexual fantasy anymore, but Ken and I had agreed that that very night we would play it out once again.
I left work early and rushed home to prepare for the evening. I took a long hot bath, another luxury I seldom had time for. Then I went nude into our bedroom and proceeded to fasten some of Ken’s old ties to each of the bedposts at the foot of the bed, then tied the other end of the ties securely around each of my ankles. I then fell backwards onto the bed, the ties spreading my legs wide apart. I had previously attached handcuffs to each of the posts at the head of the bed. I reached over with my right hand to attach one handcuff to my left wrist, and then with some difficulty managed to close the other one around my right wrist by pushing it against the headboard. Now I was completely restrained, spread-eagled on the bed. All I needed now was for my husband to come home and give me a good fucking.
Ken had promised to leave his office in the city early and come home as quickly as he could. I was very horny and could hardly wait. It had been close to a month since we had found time for sex, and well over a year since we had played out this fantasy. I lay there savoring the feeling of being restrained, and anticipating what wonderful sexual things my husband was going to do to me when he got home.
After I had been lying there for about ten or fifteen minutes I noticed that the ceiling fan had stopped turning. I then realized that I couldn’t hear the washer going downstairs in the laundry room. I had put a load of laundry in just before I came into the bedroom, and it shouldn’t have been done yet. I had turned the radio on the nightstand on before restraining myself, and it had been playing music, but now the station cut in with a special news bulletin about the blackout. I was puzzled as to why the radio was working if the power was out, but then I remembered that the radio had a battery in it, which must have taken over when the power went off.
With some consternation it came to me that it was possible that Ken might not be able to get home from the city that night, or at best might be hours late. I pulled at my restraints, but realized I had done too good a job tying myself to the bed. The solid oak bed frame was beyond my strength to break free from. I strained to reach out for the keys to the handcuffs, which I had left on the nightstand, but they were frustratingly just an inch or so out of reach. That inch might as well have been a thousand miles for all the good those keys were going to do me.
After struggling against my restraints for several minutes, I finally accepted the fact that I was going to be tied to this bed until somebody released me. I could only hope that Ken had made it out of the city before the blackout. Otherwise I could be there for a long time.
I lay there for several hours, listening to the news on the radio. The room gradually darkened until it was pitch black in the bedroom, and with the air conditioning off the temperature rose until I could feel the sweat dripping off my body.
Then I suddenly heard the door open downstairs, and the sound of footsteps. I was about to call out when I heard voices–several voices–none of which I recognized. Who was in the house? Then I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, and down the hall toward the bedroom. I also saw the light from a flashlight, coming closer. And then whoever it was stepped into the bedroom and shined the flashlight onto my naked body, tied to the bed.
Of course it was an embarrassing situation, but what could I do about it? For some reason, though, I wasn’t really frightened, though a part of me knew I should be. But I couldn’t help feeling a sneaky kind of excitement which smothered any rational thought. This, after all, was like what I had been fantasizing about for so long.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that three black men that I had never seen before were in the bedroom with me. Before I could say anything, the one with the flashlight spoke up, telling me not to be scared. He said they were with our alarm company, and were investigating an alarm that had come from our house. Apparently it was a false alarm, he said, somehow caused by the power outage. I could see now that the men were in fact wearing some type of uniform. It was still kind of embarrassing–as well as exciting, in that sneaky way–but I began to relax.
One of the guys asked me if I needed help, and I asked him to release me, indicating the keys on the nightstand. The guy walked over and picked up the keys. Standing over me, he asked me how I came to be tied up like this. What could I do but tell the truth? I stammered out my story about Ken’s and my plans to have sex, and to act out this little fantasy. By the time I finished the guy had the key in the lock of one of the handcuffs, but he didn’t turn it. Instead he slowly pulled the key out, and said that it was a shame that a sexy woman like me had such big plans to get fucked, and my husband hadn’t been able to make it home. I could only agree with him.
For several long moments after that he just stood there looking down into my eyes, and I looked back at him. I can only guess what he saw there, but I wasn’t surprised when he reached down and caressed one of my breasts, and I don’t think he was surprised when I didn’t make any objection. Then he put his other hand between my legs and started stroking my clit.
I had been pretty horny to start with, and I was shocked at how fast my body reacted to this stimulation. My nipples hardened and my hips involuntarily started to move. A small groan escaped my lips. The man asked me if I had ever had a black cock before, and I admitted I hadn’t. He grinned and said it was my lucky day, because he and his friends would be happy to show me what I was missing. The other two guys came over, and one of them told me that after they finished fucking me I would never be satisfied with anything but a hard black cock again. Then one started to suck on my other breast and the third lowered his face to mine and gave me a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue deep into my mouth. I found myself kissing him back.
The first guy now got on the bed between my legs and started to eat my pussy. Whoever he was, he was damn good at eating pussy. The only light in the room was from the flashlight which he had set on top of the bureau.
Between having my pussy eaten by a strange black man and the stimulation I was getting from two other complete strangers, it wasn’t long before I had an orgasm that left me gasping and wanting more. The three guys took off their uniforms, revealing three well-built, muscular black bodies with good-sized cocks. Oh yeah, it was actually going to happen! For the first time in my thirty-six years, I was tied up for real and about to be fucked by not just one, but three well-hung black men whose names I didn’t even know! My fantasy was about to become reality, and I was hornier then I had ever been in my life.
The guy who had been eating my pussy now knelt between my outstretched legs, and for first time in over fifteen years a cock other then my husband’s started to slide into my pussy. Though I had fantasized about it many times, it was also the first time a black cock had ever been inside me. One of the other guys took my face in his hand and started to feed his hard cock into my mouth, while I felt the third guy sucking on my breasts. Someone was sliding a hand under my ass, and I felt first one, then two and finally three fingers work their way into my ass and then move in and out, finger-fucking my asshole. I was getting the fucking of my life from three black strangers, and I loved every single second of it.
Within minutes I was having one orgasm after another as my three new lovers fucked my spread-eagled body like it had never been fucked before. Finally the guy fucking my pussy started to move faster, and I cried out as I felt his come pumping inside me. A few seconds later the guy in my mouth came also, filling my throat with his jism, which I eagerly swallowed.
Those two men now got off the bed, leaving room for the third guy, who was the one with his fingers in my ass. He pulled them out and got on top of me, then guided his cock to my pussy. The first two guys had been pretty big, but this one was huge! I moaned with renewed desire as he started to stroke that giant tool in and out of me. He fucked me hard and fast for a long time, and I came three or four times before he shot his load inside me.
He rolled off me and was quickly replaced by one of the other guys, who had gotten hard again and who fucked me even longer, and then the third man took his turn. They kept taking turns fucking me until I lost track of how many times I came, and even of who was fucking me. It just felt great. All of it.
At one point I suddenly became aware that someone else was in the room with us, and I looked over to see Ken sitting in a chair, watching! I started to say something, but just then the guy who was fucking me at the moment brought me to another orgasm.
As surprised as I was to see him, I was also embarrassed that my husband had witnessed me having an orgasm on another man’s cock. But he seemed to take it all in stride. When the man who was fucking pumped another load of come into my already full pussy and rolled off me, Ken got up and looked down at me, smiling.
I was too confused and embarrassed and fucked out to say a word as Ken took the key to the handcuffs and released my wrists, then untied my ankles. But then he surprised me again by handcuffing my hands behind my back, and then placing a collar around my neck, with a leash attached to it. He then handed the leash to one of the black guys and told him to take me downstairs, where he had a special surprise for me. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but the feel of the collar was thrilling to me, and when the man holding the leash gave it a tug, I followed him downstairs.
In the living room, which was lit with candles, I stopped short when I realized that I was standing naked and cuffed in front of seven other men I had never seen before in my life, sitting around the room staring at me. Four were black and three were Hispanic. I turned to my husband to ask what was going on, and Ken explained that since I had been complaining about not getting enough sex lately, these guys were all here to fuck me.
He went on to explain that when the power had gone out, he had been several train stops away from home, so he had started walking, and the three black guys I had been fucking upstairs had stopped and offered him a ride. As they were riding along, Ken said he got to thinking about me being home, already tied up, as I had told him I would be, and he’d thought, what better way to fulfill my fantasy then to give me the real thing? He had then told the guys about the situation, and showed them a picture of me. They had been eager to fuck me, and had come up with the story about being from the alarm company. One of the guys really was a private security guard, and he had some extra uniforms from his job, which he gave to his two friends.
Ken told me he had watched the entire thing upstairs from the darkened hallway, and that I had appeared to be enjoying being fucked by those guys so much that he had asked one of them, while he was resting, if he could round up a few more of his friends. He had made some calls, and now I had seven fresh cocks to fuck, in addition to the three I had been enjoying.
Ken then said that he had been glad to fulfill my fantasy, but that if I’d had enough and wanted to stop now, he would send the guys home. It was up to me.
I looked around at the eager men, still staring at my naked body. I didn’t say anything, but I could feel my nipples hardening and a new tingling in my come-filled pussy. I knew Ken could see my answer in my eyes.
A moment later, at a word from him, two of the new guys picked me up and laid me on a table. They started to suck on my breasts while a third man dropped his pants and worked his cock inside my pussy. A fourth took out his dick and fucked my mouth. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, the collar still around my neck, and it all added to the thrill and excitement of what was happening. I was moaning and panting, and soon I was coming again, and again, and again.
The rest of the night was a blur of cocks and orgasms as I was fucked in every conceivable manner, position and combination by these strangers. The guys seemed to be competing with each other to find new and bizarre positions in which to fuck me. At one point I found myself lying on my stomach with my left wrist handcuffed behind my back to my right ankle, and my right wrist cuffed to my left ankle. They had put me on top of a lazy susan that I normally used to serve turkey on during the holidays. They started spinning me around, and then I would suck off whichever man I stopped in front of, while the guy behind me finger-fucked my pussy or my ass, or sometimes both. Another time I was bent double over a bar stool with my wrists and ankles securely tied to the legs while the guys took turns fucking me in the ass. Once they even hung me upside down by my ankles from a ceiling beam. My legs were spread wide open, and one guy ate my pussy while another ate my ass, and I twisted back and forth sucking their cocks. I couldn’t believe I could come even in that position, but I did.
When the power finally came back on, I was sandwiched between two large black guys, with a cock in my pussy and another in my ass, a third in my mouth and still another in each hand, while Ken held the leash that was still attached to my collar. With the lights on, we continued to fuck for another couple of hours.
Finally the guys began to leave, one by one, telling my husband what a great fuck I was and how they would love to fuck me again. Several even left their phone numbers for Ken to call when I was available again.
When Ken and I were alone, he led me by the leash up to the bedroom and retied me to the bed. He then fucked me like a madman, and while I didn’t think it was possible, I had one more orgasm before he shot his load inside me. Afterward I thanked him repeatedly for giving me the best night of sex I had ever had, and for making my fantasy come true.
So everyone, be careful what you fantasize about, because it might really happen one day. It did for me, and I absolutely loved it!–D.K, Brooklyn, New York