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The Scream Machine 1  

wifewithblindfld 48M/46F  
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2/12/2015 8:33 pm
The Scream Machine 1

** Fiction I wrote to transform my regular wife into a hotwife **

For the past several years, while preparing to have sex with me, my husband has blindfolded me, tied me down, and played loud music in an attempt to evoke suspicion that someone else had been hiding in the room until I was fully deprived of sight and sound. I usually hear doors opening and closing and muffled voices just before he starts touching me with an obvious effort to seem unfamiliar. He often brings up the local sex finder web sites and shows me images of well endowed men in our zip code looking to get laid. Lately, he has submitted pictures of my wet pussy to the sites offering me up to be fucked by big dicks.

Once I am blindfolded, restrained, and naked, he starts to touch and kiss me. After going down on me, he will move awkwardly when pulling away from me as if he is allowing someone else to get into position over me replacing him. This is when I usually feel a large veiny cock touch me on the outer edges of my pussy. Immediately, I recognize the cock as a strap on dildo. However, I am usually so worked up at this point, I start to cum immediately as the tip enters me.

At some point, he ends up fucking me with the strap on until I work up to an earth shattering combined clitoral/vaginal orgasm, which leaves my pussy sensitive to the point that he must withdraw the strap on cock and stop fucking me. On occasion, he will take off the strap on, pull out his erect dick, resume fucking me with his own dick, and cum inside me. This usually doesn't feel uncomfortable as the strap on is 5 to 10 times larger than his dick.

Initially, this “game” effectively excited me beyond expectations. The very first time we played the blindfold dildo game, I truly thought he had let his friend David into the room. My heart raced in fear initially; however, I was blindfolded, allowing me plausible deny-ability. I had also become so excited at the thought of being fucked by David that all inhibitions had evaporated. Seeing me this excited, my husband (finance at the time) explodes, cumming just as things were getting started.

Left with no option other than to finish myself, I grabbed the over sized realistic dong and began sliding the length of the shaft in and out slowly at first then building up to the point that it was fucking the shit out of me. Still wearing my blindfold, I imagined David on his knees between my legs pushing his big cock all the way in and out of me. In my head I was screaming “Fuck me David, Fuck the shit out of me David.. Fuck me harder..” At one point, I might have actually yelled that out; however, unknown to me, my husband had already left the room. I could imagine the look on David's face as he was fucking me. It was stern almost angry, as if he was trying to tear my pussy up banging it into submission. I had pictured it many times before while masturbating in my dorm room.

David is well known by the women around town for his sexual exploits and abilities. He would know exactly how to fuck me and bring me over the plateau giving me an earth shattering orgasm like I rarely achieve. While just a figment of my imagination, he did not disappoint that day. It was as if the illusion created by my husband had to be fulfilled. For all practical purposes, David had indeed fucked me that day.

Prior to that first time, being fucked like a slut by other sexy guys with big dicks had been nothing more than a distant fantasy brought to mind when I masturbated; however, the eagerness and desire to get fucked like that evoked a more substantial longing, which stayed with me from that day forward.

Although my husband obviously fantasizes about me fucking other sexier and more well endowed men, in reality, which is anytime other than the period leading up to sex, he felt the complete opposite. Immediately following his ejaculation, he would express extreme disdain at the thought of another man touching me. He would become enraged at the slightest affection or flirtation he perceived me projecting towards guys like David. Guys I obviously wanted to fuck me. His jealousy was so extreme, he didn't even want me watching television shows starring actors that I thought were attractive and consequently wanted inside of me.

Almost 20 years later, he seemed to have lost those insecurities. While the thought of one of his friends having sex with me bothered him immensely, it was the idea of his friend having domain over me that bothered him. He knew that I wasn't going to leave him or suddenly become completely dissatisfied with him regardless of who fucked me. Overall, he was more concerned about what the guy fucking me would think and how that would be seen as some type of domination over him.

His fantasy of me losing inhibitions and being fucked by another man's big dick continues; however, it has changed in that the big dicks being offered up to fuck me belong to nameless men without identity or ongoing acquaintance with me personally. His ideal candidate has become something like a “cabanna boy” that he pays to provide the service of fucking me like a professional.

Considering I will be wearing a blindfold, will never know the identity of the big dicked stud, and will have essentially no control of what is being done to me at the time, he has rationalized and eliminated the bothersome aspects of me getting fucked by another man. Considering the new version of the fantasy lacks remorse and disdain even after he has ejaculated, it has flourished thanks to his lack of insecurity.

The initial idea of browsing profiles of local sex freaks wasn't very appealing. The number of extremely well endowed men in the surrounding area that were seeking casual discreet “fucks” took me by surprise to say the least. The first local hook-up site we looked at, had well over two dozen worthy candidates. I had no idea there were so many big dicks surrounding me. The fact that they are seeking partners to have sex with was equally surprising. One would think there would be plenty of pussy to satisfy the sexual needs of such hung men.

It didn't take long before I came across the profile of the perfect cock. Not only was it of significant length and girth (bigger than my fore arm), it was covered in bulging veins and bumps that were sure to please. Just looking at the photo of the guy standing there semi erect made me wet. Evidently the feeling was mutual as he had Liked the profile photo I had of my glistening wet pussy and was knocking on my virtual door with chat requests continuously asking me when we could meet? When could he taste my pussy? When could he fuck me? His on-line alias on the site was “Make you scream.” I didn't doubt that one bit. Although, the thought of my husband actually allowing this to get past the fantasy stage seemed unlikely. He will allow it to get to the point that the next time he restrains and blindfolds me, I have just enough suspicion to turn my imagination into a whirl wind of excitement just before he fucks me with a strap on cock bringing me to climax.

While the orgasms resulting from this type of fantasy sex are much more intense than normal, being fucked with a cock that size by my husband has a down side that detracts from the whole experience. Size matters for sure. How it is used is of equal importance. Considering my husband is significantly smaller than the strap on cock he fucks me with when indulging this fantasy, he does not have the ability to properly control the over sized cock and invariably does not time out his strokes to coincide with the plateau of my orgasm, which turns into a combined clitoral/vaginal orgasm. That type of orgasm, while pleasurable, results in a need to stop due to my entire pussy being stimulated, and now overly sensitive resulting in outright pain or discomfort caused by friction and the mere presence of anything that size remaining inside of me.
I suspect that if wielded by someone who knows how to fuck with a big dick, the plateau can be reached, lowered, and reached again any number of times.

Our interaction with the fantasy big dick candidate, “Make you scream”, had gone beyond the typical exchange of “will you fuck my wife with your big dick” and “can I fuck your wife with my big dick” messages that go back and fourth until the term of payment for our profile on the site expires and we move along to another site.

Not only had I started having web cam sessions with him on Skype. He gave us his address hoping my husband would pick him up and bring him over to fuck me. My husband even stopped by on his way home after our first Skype session. Considering his age and his position in life, my husband quickly established a dominant role over him. While he was not ready to take the fantasy any closer to reality, the factors holding him back were lack of birth control, our sleeping in the next room, and neither of us wanted something like that taking place at our house. I suspect that if this would have happened just a few days earlier when our were with a baby sitter, “Make you scream” would have fulfilled his namesake that night. A few extra large condoms along with 80 bucks for a hotel room would be all that were needed. My pussy was ready for his big dick. That was undeniable.

As the week progressed, things slowed down to the dismay of “Make you scream”, who evidently had a lot of time on his hands during the day. If I was not otherwise engaged with my new job teaching school, it is quite possible I could have found myself inadvertently driving down the street he lived on while waiting on the to get out of school. When the weekend came, I anticipated my husband making arrangements for the to stay overnight with a sitter.

Surprisingly, I was very disappointed he was planning on a weekend at home just hanging out. I had not thought it possible; but, getting fucked by a hot young stud with a massive cock had now become more my fantasy than my husband's. It had also developed beyond a fantasy into a full blown wanting. Just a month ago, I was would have been perfectly find never having been fucked by someone like that. Simply chatting and reading how he planned to fuck me was enough to change that. I wasn't going to be able to go without being fucked by a big cock. I wasn't going to be satisfied until I was fucked by a big real cock commanded by someone who knew how to use it.

After putting the to bed Friday night, my husband starts down the path towards web camming, which I knew was going to be followed by restraints, the blind fold, and a somewhat disappointing strap on dildo fuck. However, instead of tying me down and blindfolding me, he asks me if I could go up to the grocery store and get him some icecream. Oh, well, we might as well avoid fantasy sex. No amount of pretense could make me suspect a surprise fucking by a big dick stud with the asleep in the next room. The fantasy had been taken as far as it could and fizzled out as it always does in the past.

I had a few things to grab at the grocery store and headed out to get the icecream. As I finished with the groceries, I remembered my husband needed some toiletries stopped into the pharmacy section of the store. I almost wet my pants when I turned the corner to see none other than “Make you scream” asking the people behind the counter for the extra large condoms. “No mam, large are not big enough. I have tried those and the ring at the base will not fit and breaks when I try to make it fit.” I just froze like a deer in headlights not knowing what to do. He may not even recognize me, as my face had been shielded or obscured in my profile photos. The camera was pointed at my wet pussy during all of our cam chats. He won't even know its me.. whew. The clerk behind the counter eventually produced a box of extra large condoms and handed them to him.

I managed to turn the corner just as he turned to walk towards me. My heart was racing. Although, it left me with a flushed pleasant feeling. I noticed my I had become sopping wet almost instantly. As if divinely inspired, I immediately knew exactly what I was going to do next. I was headed to the checkout and straight to my car. He had mentioned several times while chatting that he was temporarily without a car. I just needed to give him a minute or two and I could catch up to him as he was walking down the side of the road. I almost threw the groceries in the car. Just as I had anticipated, there he was walking down the street.

I hadn't figured out what I was going to say. As I pulled off the road several yards in front of him, “Need a lift”, came to mind. I rolled down my window as he came walking up to my car. For a second I almost drove off. He picked up his pace jogging up to the car and asked “is your car broken down? Do you need me to call for assistance?” I started to say no, that I was just stopping to offer him a ride, but I became tripped up over my words trying to figure out where we were going once he was in the car. His brother and mother were always at his house. “no,, well yes.. no, I do not need you to call. Yes, I could use your assistance getting my break pedal unstuck.” As I opened the door and slid my left foot out of the opening propping it on the strip of plastic running along side of my seat. He turned on his phone to illuminate the floorboard, then stuck his head under the steering wheel while pushing and pulling the pedal to attempt to dislodge it. He said “I'm no expert, but it doesn't appear to be stuck.”

I couldn't believe what I did next. It was as if another part of me had just taken over. I pulled my dress up over my already spread legs, put my hand into my crotch, pulled the crotch out of the way exposing my now dripping wet pussy, and asked “would you mind shining your light one more time and checking my fluids. I feel certain it is overheating.”

He didn't say a word and immediately dove his head down between my legs and started eating my pussy and slurping my juices as if he were starving and dying of thirst. I shifted my left leg further so it was sticking straight out of the door giving him enough room to get his mouth all the way up into my dripping hole. His mouth was perfectly planted on my pussy such that his lips formed a ridged 0 that he used hold my dripping hole open so that his tongue had unencumbered access to my clit. His tongue started to spin around my clit like a pin wheel. After several rotations it would become long and fat and dart up into my hole. It didn't take long and my hand was pushing as hard as I could on the back of his head.

I started squirting as I came, drenching him, but he didn't stop. He just took his focus away from my clit applying pressure to my A-spot. His middle and pointer finger slid up into me pushing in and out about two inches deep with just enough pressure to induce another orgasm. A much more intense orgasm. He immediately withdrew his fingers and went back to work licking my clit, which was much less sensitive now after the second orgasm. As he rolled the button of my clit around on his tongue, I felt a third orgasm approaching. He backed off a bit as if sensing that I was about to come and layed his tongue out flat pressing it against the top of my mound covering the entire entrance to my pussy and started lapping like a dog. “Ohh, my god. Fucking eat it.. don't tease me” I wanted to scream. As he grabbed my clint both roughly and gently with his teeth, he started rolling it with his tongue again. There was no stopping it now. I was about to cum on his face for a third time since he put his head under my dress. Just as I started to quiver, he took it up a notch. When I just about had all I could stand, he kissed the outside of my pussy ever so sweetly, slid his finger back into my pussy as if to say “your not getting away that easily”..

Without touching my now overly sensitive clit, he slid his fingers almost 4 inches into me and started rubbing back and fourth along my G-spot. While it took a few minutes of this, I started a slow ascent to the peak of an orgasm like I have never had before. I started moaning loud and deep while my head began tossing back and fourth. “oooh yesss.. fucking yes.. ooh my fucking god.. oh my god.. yes..” My whole body seemed to convulse and my asshole contracted like I had never felt. This one felt like it might not end. As I felt my self slipping from consciousness into complete ecstasy, I felt his fingers slide out of me, followed by the most primal screams I have ever heard. It was then I came back to reality and realized it was me screaming. He was just standing there grinning when I opened my eyes. “Told you” he said. “Told me what?”, I replied. “Told you I would make you scream. thing is, I still have one more spot to go.”, I couldn't imagine my pussy being touched anywhere at this point.

He started reaching for his bag with the condoms. We both knew what was next. The ball was in motion and nothing was going to stop it. I was going to get fucked right now on the side of the road. I didn't care who saw or what the consequences were. As he tore the bag open, his phone rang. He picked it up and answered upon seeing the number. “Yes sir.” he said, as he pulled one of the biggest and most beautiful hard dicks I had ever seen out of his jeans. “I am headed that way right now on foot, although I think I may have found a ride.” he said as he casually put his hand onto my head guiding my mouth onto his shaft.

The head of his cock seemed to fit perfectly into my mouth and was only a little smaller than my fist. There was no way I was going to get this thing down my throat. When I went down as far as I could on it, there was still more than half of his shaft remaining. It also flared out wider at the point where I could swallow no more making it stretch the outer edges of my mouth. With one hand wrapped around the base and another just above that, I rotated my hands back and fourth across his shaft in a motion similar to wringing out dish rags, while sliding the top of his cock in and out of my mouth as if I was fucking myself in the mouth with his dick. Just as I was getting started, he pulled it out and slid the extra large condom onto it. I was so attuned to that magnificent cock, that I did even notice he had opened the package and had the condom ready to put on.

“Time to hit that deep spot of yours”, he said, as if he had been fucking me everyday for the past 20 years. Before I could even start to think of where I could move so that he could properly fuck me like I needed to be, he had me whisked out of the car, bent over the hood, dress pulled up, and his hand around the middle of his cock guiding into my pussy from the rear. “Oh, my fucking God I screamed as my mind almost made me start another orgasm instantly just thinking about that massive cock being pushed up into me. Everything seemed in slow motion as he slowly worked his dick up into me touching every crevice within my pussy as it squeezed in. Further and further he pushed ever so gently while I continued to scream “oh my fucking god” at the top of my lungs. Just as I thought it were all the way in me, he pushed one last forceful time. That is when I felt it. He had hit my deep spot. As soon as he touched it, he started sliding it back out again slowly until the head of it was pulled all the way back to my G-spot, then he changed directions being very careful to go slow, but steady.

It was obvious he didn't buy this cock at the store. The awkwardness of my husband wielding an oversized strap-on was replaced with careful precision that had obviously been well practiced. Slow and methodical as well as accurate to the millimeter he slid that big cock in and out of me increasing the tempo ever so slightly with each thrust. The feeling of his swollen cock head pushing all the way up into my pussy completely filling it was unlike anything I had experienced. I could feel the blood inside his dick being displaced rushing into the head of it as he pulled his cock back. With each thrust forward, the blood inside his dick would rush through his shaft as he pushed it back in into the deepest parts of my pussy. I couldn't help but to think it might be stuck in there like that. At the moment, I was completely fine with that. There are much worse things to have stuck in the back of your pussy than a big beautiful dick.

Over about a 20 minute period of slowly fucking me like that, I felt the ascent starting again. With each thrust, his cock head was pressing and rubbing the deep spot in my pussy. I had been touched there before; however, it was with the tip of my middle finger or the end of a dildo. I had never felt anything like his swollen blood encouraged dick head completely filling it and pressing on it so firmly and precisely. The ascent of my orgasm continued. “ooooooohhh my fucking god... your fucking the shit out of me.. ohh my god. Fuck me harder.... Fuck me harder god dammit I screamed.” He obliged ramming it back into me forcefully this time lifting my feet off the ground as I slid up onto the hood of the car. He was fucking me both hard and fast at this point. He was now fucking me with the full length of his cock resulting in his balls slapping the underside of my pussy with each stroke. I could feel my orgasm start to move throughout the middle of my whole body like an earth quake. Harder and harder he pushed pulling that thing back and fourth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.. I'm fucking cumming... oooh shit.. ooh shit..” my breath had become frantic. I was experiencing an orgasm I had not even come close to imagining was possible and it just continued... slowly becoming more intense with every passing second. I kept expecting it to reach the plateau eventually, but it just continued. My ragged breathing and moaning was eventually replaced with that primal scream I had experienced earlier, only this one was much more high pitched causing vibrations throughout my entire head. Now I understand how women can take that kind of fucking without coming too soon and becoming too sensitive to allow their partner to finish. This level of orgasm didn't have a peak. It just continued until they ceased to be fucked like this.

His whole body was rocking into me and the car at this point causing the whole car to rock back and fourth. As his breath became ragged, he started to yell out obscenities as well. “ooh, yeah.. I'm going to fucking cum” … “take that fucking cock you fucking cum slut..” he exclaimed as he continued to fuck me even harder and faster bringing further along the ascent of this behemoth of an orgasm. He had his hands all over my ass cheeks and would reach up and grab me by the hair ever now and then to pull me around on the hood so he could more throughly drill me. As I finally reached the apparent pinnacle of the orgasm. He started to shutter as well, pulling his cock out and pulling the condom off.. “oooh my fucking God... oh my god” he yelled as he pumped his dick like it was indestructible... I turned around instinctively to watch as his orgasm erupted and he began a series of thick squirts that managed to hit me in my face and hair despite the fact that I wasn't kneeling in front of him... as it started to slow, he grabbed my head with his other hand pushing me down on the ground in front of him.... continuing to squirt thick hot loads of cum on my face. Suddenly I felt the urge to stick it back in my mouth again and slowly milk the remaining cum out of his dick and balls, which remained massive despite the lack of an erection.

Whew, he said.. Shaking his head back and fourth. “Could you give me a ride home now?” I was not only exhausted. I was satisfied in a way I had never been and probably never will again. I was also confused. “I thought you needed me to give you a ride somewhere?”, I asked. “oh, well.. (chuckle).. I don't need that ride anymore. That was your husband. Calling. He had arranged a surprise for you. I was supposed to go to an empty house next door to your house. I think it is his parents house? he was going to bring you next door while your slept. The plan was to tie you up and fuck the living shit out of you. It appears I have already done that. I really hadn't intended to. I just couldn't help myself. Once I leaned over and smelled your juice flowing, then saw that beautiful sweet pussy of yours, I really couldn't help it one bit. I also don't know how I'm going to get through each week, or day even, without having that sweet pussy of yours. In all of my days, I have never fucked a pussy that felt so good and moved so well under the me. That was so fucking mind blowing.”

I replied simply “I know exactly what you mean.” and started to rationalize a future where I was able to get fucked like that on a regular basis. “Oh shit.. my husband”, I exclaimed out loud. “Fuck”, he says, as if he had forgotten to do his chores. “I fucking forgot to put your blindfold on..” .. “he is not going to be happy with me at all..”

At that point, we both receive a text message from my husband at the same time that read: “when I sent you both to the same store at the same time, one for condoms, the other for ice-cream, I had anticipated that you might run into each other and have an awkward moment that would only further enhance what I had planned for you when you were tied up and blindfolded. The series of events that played out once you did run into each other were completely unexpected. Listening in from your cell phones and watching from the police camera in the street light only yards away from the car was an amazing site to see. I found myself cumming multiple times over here as well.”

In shock, I didn't know how to respond. Was he pissed? I replied “I am so sorry honey.. you really shouldn't have teased me and worked me up to that point. Are you mad?”

After a long uncomfortable pause.. he replied. “Not really.. But I will be if you don't get in the car and drive away now.. Leave him on the side of the road. You are going to need the time it takes him to walk to our neighborhood in order to recover to the point that the whole thing can be done again right here where I can fully appreciate it. I didn't do all this and wait this long so that I wouldn't be able to witness you getting the shit fucked out of you first hand. I'm ready for my ice-cream too god dammit.. ...”

Whew. What a relief. That could have gone so much differently. I still felt a little bit of desperation as I thought how I couldn't possibly take another fucking like that again in the same day. By the time I pulled into our driveway at home, I started to become wet again in anticipation.

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