With the last restraint in place, you begin to test them, pulling and twisting your arms and wrists. When your husband first suggested that tonight's "activities" be performed on the bar top island in the kitchen you were honestly a bit skeptical. Now as you lay lengthwise across the counter, arms stretched almost fully above you secured by soft leather cuffs at your wrists, the idea certainly has merit. The cuffs have a cord tied to them that presumably is anchored to the towel rack halfway down the counter, making sure your arms have limited mobility. Your hips are positioned perfectly at the opposite end as your legs dangle comfortably off the edge. If you straighten your arms completely you could slide down till your waist was hanging over the edge, though your feet still wouldn't be able to touch the floor.
Your husband stands over you smiling as he adds one final touch, a sleep mask is slipped over your eyes, blackening your vision. Your skin tingles and the hairs raise along your arms at the heightened sensitivity of losing the sense of sight. Electricity shoots through your body as you feel his fingers begin to trail delicate patterns along your stomach and ribs. You jump and gasp as his lips suddenly wrap around one of your nipples as his fingers begin trailing up and down along your thighs. Just as his fingers reach your upper thigh you hear a knock at the door, silently cursing whoever decided to show up at this hour. You begin to tell your husband to unlatch the cuffs until you realize he has already left the room. To your dismay you hear him talking to someone, and then even more so when you hear booted feet enter your home. He let them in?! You frantically begin to shimmy your hips back up onto the counter giving your arms enough slack to reach your eye mask, just as you are about to get it you hear your husband.
"Whoops, looks like tonight's snack is trying to get away."
You suddenly feel four hands on you, two on each leg pulling you gently down to stretch you back out on display. Each set of hands holds you gently but firmly enough you can't force your legs shut. As you open your mouth to complain? Yell? Shout? Moan? you yourself don't know exactly, a hand closes around your throat, and you feel his hot breath graze your ear as your husband whispers.
"Close that pretty little mouth of yours right now or I'll be forced to find something to put in it. Or worse, I can call off your little surprise? Now nod if you understand and consent."
As you try to regain your senses after the sudden shudder of pleasure that just coursed through your body you begin to hear voices. One, Two, that one's your husband, Three, Four... Five? No, it's too difficult to differentiate, they are all talking to each other and over each other to accurately count. There are at least five men, including your husband, standing in your kitchen but it could easily be half a dozen or even more? Your heart feels as if it is going to beat right out of your chest, you can feel your pussy lips pulsing and you can't deny the liquid dripping between your thighs, knowing full well with your legs spread as they are everyone in the kitchen can see your arousal as well. Did my husband set up a train on me, is this actually happening? Do I want this to happen to me? As you search your feelings about the possibilities of this evening a small tremor course through you. Oh my God I do want this to happen to me! You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand and whispers.
"Then why don't you just lie there, enjoy and be the good little cock sleeve I know you want to be."
A shudder runs through your entire body as hands quickly descend upon you. The hands already holding your legs loosen their grip and begin to caress the skin of your inner thighs, other hands begin lightly gliding over your calves and feet. Fingers tickle your ribs and arms as others message your breasts, working their way to your stiff nipples to give them a pinch and tug, causing you to moan. Your brain is in sensory overload, with the heightened sensitivity created by the blindfold, coupled with the knowledge that there were now multiple men looking at and touching your body. You can't focus long enough on any one set of hands causing pleasure before jumping to another.
Fingers finally begin to brush your pussy lips, only to suddenly pull away, and you can hear them discuss the amount of liquid already dripping from between your thighs. You are excited yet embarrassed at the same time almost closing your legs before you hear the sound of someone sucking your juices off of their fingers. Other fingers are quickly dipped, rubbed and dragged between your folds followed by the sounds of sucking and words of appreciation and praise. You feel the hands of the men holding each leg slide up and spread your pussy wide open from either side as another hand descends from somewhere near your stomach and begins to rub at your exposed clit causing you to buck your hips straight up into a waiting mouth. You gasp loudly as the mouth clamps down on your pussy sucking at your entrance as the hands continue hold your thighs and lips open.
