The Squad - Sex Stories

The Squad

... was.

“It’s time for your surprise, auld gadgie, but you need to wear this before we go in.”

She held up an airline-style blindfold, then lifted it over my head and lowered it until my eyes were completely covered. She checked that the elastic strap fully circled my head, and after a few adjustments, I felt her fingers pressing the material into my eyes, making sure I was completely isolated from any vision.

“Gud, Stefan, I’m behind you now. Hold your arms back on each side, and I will take your hands and guide you in.”

I followed her instructions, then felt her hands link to mine.”

“Go ahead.”

I started to shuffle forward, her hands pulling gently to guide me left or right.

“Stop, noo.”

“Turn right, ninety degrees.”

Kirsten let go of my hands, and I stood there, still and silent, waiting for her.

“Reach back for my hands.”

I felt her fingers explore my palm, and then trace a track to my wrists. Then there was a feeling of something cold on my wrists. And in a trice, two metallic clicks. She had cuffed me.

“Your special treat is about to start. Just remember what I told you the first time we were together. I am a slut, but you dinae fuck me then. I took you ‘cus I am an insatiable, nasty bitch. You are going to find out just how nasty I can be today.”

Kirsten ripped the blindfold off my head, and then a strong light blinded me for a few seconds. As my eyesight recovered, I found I was looking directly at a large video screen, about a ...

... metre away.

“There’s a steel pole behind ye; lean on it if you want.”

She stood in front of me and reached down to unbuckle my trousers, then unzipped and pulled them down to my ankles, together with my underpants.

Her fingers played with my soft cock, which rapidly hardened to a full erection.

“So, you want yer slut again?”

Half question, half statement. I did not answer; my erection was all that she needed. She dropped to her knees and leaned towards me. I felt the soft touch of her lips on the tip of my cock, then the enveloping warmth of her mouth.

During this, I paid little attention to the screen, but as she sucked, I looked up and saw there was some movement there. I realised I was looking at a man’s back, his ebony skin filling most of the space. But underneath him, I could see pale female flesh, pale arms linked across his back, and pale legs in black suede boots scissored over his thighs. But one other thing caught my eye: her left ring finger and her wedding band. It was instantly recognisable. The woman underneath him was my wife.

“Kirsten, I’m not happy with this; I want to be with Angie.”

“Tough shite, you are mine. She is theirs; that’s how it is today, gadgie.”

I watched him thrust into my wife, and I could clearly hear her laboured breaths, her groans, and her whispered encouragement.

Kirsten stood up, one hand on my erect shaft. She pushed and pulled my foreskin for a few strokes, then let go and stood back beside the video ...