Blindfolded, Used & Loving It: My Ex-Wife’s Ultimate Submission

Four men. One blindfold. No limits. I surrendered completely - and I've never been wetter.

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The freezing wind whipped through the suburban Chicago streets as I stared at my phone, my heart pounding. With trembling fingers, I typed out a text to my four closest male friends: Brad, Derek, Matt, and Connor.

“My door’s unlocked tonight. Whoever shows up can have me. But I’ll be blindfolded, so no talking. I want to be taken by surprise.”

I hit send before I could second-guess myself. Ever since my divorce six months ago, I’ve been dying to explore my suppressed sensual side. After being a shy, timid housewife for so long, I craved feeling desired again.

The thought of being ravished out of the darkness by familiar yet anonymous hands had my stomach fluttering with anxious arousal. I needed this wild, illicit experience to awaken parts of me long denied.

I showered slowly, shaving my legs to silky smoothness and trimming the neat strip of curls between my thighs. Dabbing on perfume, I put on a lacy black blindfold, then nothing else.

Naked, blind, and trembling with nervous excitement, I reclined on my bed and waited, unsure who would arrive first. I hoped all four came together so I could drown in male attention after being neglected for so long.

My core ached and flooded at the thought. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so unbearably turned on. Tonight, I would indulge in every secret fantasy I’d ever had.

I heard the front door open and muffled footsteps on the stairs. My body tensed in anticipation.

This was really happening.

My breath shallowed and my nipples tightened as the footsteps approached the bedroom. I had no idea if Brad, Derek, Matt, or Connor was about to claim me first.

The mystery and anonymity aroused me intensely. A draft of cold air kissed my bare skin as the door opened. I tensed, waiting.

The dip of the mattress signaled my lover’s arrival before a large, warm hand trailed up my inner thigh. I gasped at the electric contact, my legs spreading wantonly.

Fingers brushed through my damp curls and along my aching sex. A guttural groan escaped him — the deep timbre identifying my mystery visitor as Matt.

Before I could process further, his mouth covered mine in a searing kiss full of pent-up longing. I responded fervently, our tongues dancing.

Matt’s supple lips blazed a trail down my neck and chest until closing over my tight nipple. I arched off the bed with a sharp cry as he sucked forcefully, wringing choked moans from my lips.

The sound of the front door opening again made us both freeze. More footsteps approached. The thrill of being caught in a compromising position with Matt by one of our other friends had me slick with desire.