The night before last, Mark told me to clear my calendar for last night because he had a surprise for me. It wasn't my birthday or the anniversary of any special date. I didn't think it was "celebrate getting pregnant" sex, because we'd already done that. He texted me before I left work that I should put on my sexiest nightgown because we were going to fulfill a fantasy. I didn't think we'd had any unfulfilled fantasies at this point. Did he mean one of his that I'd forgotten? I hoped not. I found my sheer white negligée that has a matching see-through panty and put it on. I figured this would be the last time I could wear the panty for a while. I had just put the panty on when he sent me another text telling me to be in the bedroom with the door ajar when he got home.
The wait was nearly half an hour. I didn't want to play with myself, because then I couldn't enjoy whatever happened as much. Finally I heard the front door open. There were brief pauses between footsteps when I figured he was putting his coat and lunch bag away, and I then I heard him coming toward the bedroom. When he opened the door again, he had his hands behind his back. I couldn't contain my curiosity. "What's the surprise?" I asked.
Mark moved his hands forward and revealed a blindfold. I didn't have much of a poker face. "I knew you'd like it," he said.
I had a general idea of what might follow, I but remembered a relaxation technique and cleared my mind so that whatever it was would still be a surprise. "I don't even know what you've got planned, but I love you for it," I told him. I took the blindfold in my hand and raised it. I started to put it on and stopped. "Should I put it on now? It might come off when I take my nightgown off. Or when you do. Whoever."
"Whatever you're comfortable with," Mark said.
I thought for a moment and put the blindfold on. "The more challenging it is, the more fun it'll be," I said.
"As you wish, m'lady," he answered.
"Clearly you're not going for the whore fantasy," I said with a laugh.
"Another time perhaps," he said.
"Better make it--" Mark put his finger over my lips before I could remind him that arranging such a night will get harder once we're parents. I thought perhaps my outburst would lead him to gag me as well, but it didn't.
He ran his finger down my spine, making me arch my back. "Lie on your back," he instructed me.
I moved forward, stretching my hands out. I wait to see what he did next. "Are you gonna tie me to the bed?" I asked. I don't remember expressing such a desire, but perhaps he'd seen me react favorably when we read a story where it happened.
"That wasn't part of the plan," he said. "Again, perhaps another night." He began rubbing my heels, and he worked his way up my calves and thighs. I've told him before that he should look for a school where he could learn massage therapy. Then again, considering the effect it has on me, maybe I should keep my mouth shut. He straddled me to rub my back, and he ran his finger between my ass cheeks but didn't move the panty out of the way. I even moved my thigh to give him room, but no luck.
"I want you," I told him.
"All in good time," he promised. He moved off me. "Go ahead and take your nightgown off," but be careful not to lose the blindfold," he said.
While I took it off, I could hear Mark taking his pants off. I heard more than that, but I wasn't sure what. My curiosity got the better of me. I didn't deliberately take the blindfold off, but I wasn't as careful as I could have been. I even caught a little glimpse out of the corner of my right eye, which was away from the door, but I didn't see anything that would clue me in. I straightened it out, and just as I did, I felt Mark's hands on my sides and his stubble on my neck. He moved his right hand up behind my head to keep the blindfold in place and kissed me on the lips. When he left, he tilted my head back so he could kiss my throat, and he worked his way down to my tits. He sucked each nipple into his mouth, and then he leaned back. He put my right hand on the elastic of his boxers, and I could feel his head through the fabric. I felt around to find his hips. As soon as I had my hands on the elastic at the sides, I tugged down. His cock popped out, and the head tapped me under my chin. Once I grasped the shaft in my right hand, I opened my mouth wide. He's not so big that I normally have to do that, but since I couldn't see it, I wanted to be ready for it. Once I felt the flesh of the bottom of his cock on my teeth, I closed my mouth gently. I could taste a little bit of pre-cum on my tongue. I moved down slowly. Not only did I not want to rush things, but it was fun not knowing how long it had grown. When I could feel his crotch at my nose, there was about an inch between the head and my throat. I put my hands on his butt and pulled back slowly, feeling the head drag against the roof of my mouth. I went down again, and he filled a little more space than the first time.
"I'm gonna straighten up," Mark told me. "Stay with me." He moved too fast, and his dick came out of my mouth, but I kept my hands on his butt, so I had no trouble finding his dick once I moved up. I took him in again, and this time his cock head came just to the back of my mouth.
Just as I started to let him back out, I felt two hands cover my breasts. I knew it was physically impossible for the hands to be Mark's. "So that's the fantasy you were talking about!" I exclaimed. The stranger caressed my nipples. He kissed me on the left side of my neck and then nibbled on my earlobe. "Are you going to tell me who it is?"
"That would defeat the purpose of the blindfold, wouldn't it, now?" Mark answered. "It's much more fun to wonder. Is he married? Is he black? Asian? Is it our landlord? Your doctor? A stranger I picked up at a bus station?"
"What's he going to do?" I asked.
"Right now, he's not much more than a spectator," Mark answered. "Of course, that means you have to give him ... um, a spectacle."
"Right. Where was I?" I took him back in my mouth and started bobbing up and down with abandon. The stranger caressed my sides and thighs, but the way he moved his hands, he seemed to be avoiding my underwear entirely.
"Didn't I tell you she's good?" Mark asked our guest. I could feel him nod his head.
I was getting tense. Now that Mark's cock was securely in my mouth, I reached down to find our guest's right hand and put it directly over my pussy. He rubbed the entire area for at least a minute before pulling the fabric to the side and finding my engorged lips. When he got his finger in up to the first knuckle, I went down on Mark and stayed down. I sucked the air out of my mouth while the stranger finger-fucked me. I'd had threesomes before, but I'd never been in quite this position. The stranger was able to touch spots that no finger had ever reached before. Even with a blindfold, I could tell Mark was getting ready to come. Normally I like to swallow, but with a spectator, I thought better of it. I backed away quickly and held Mark's dick up in the air. I could feel spurts land on my chin and shoulder. Our stranger's fingers were so talented that I started coming before Mark had finished. "Shit!" I yelled. "Fuck!"
Our guest panted but didn't say anything. "I think she likes you, Dude," Mark told him.
I asked Mark, "Are you gonna give me a hint who just pleasured me, or are you afraid I'm gonna choose him over you?"
I could feel Mark moving his arm. Our guest backed off, apparently off the bed. Mark whispered closely in my ear, "I won't tell you who he is, but he doesn't know you're pregnant." I smiled, because just about every candidate that had run through my mind was now ruled out. Just the night before, I'd felt a compulsion to try on every pair of pants that I own, and they all still fit. Long story short, our guest probably couldn't guess. Mark turned his head and told our guest, "You can take my spot now."
"You're not gonna take any pictures, are you, Mark?" I asked.
"Maybe, maybe not," he said. I heard a click sound. Not the sound of a standalone camera, but the imitation sound that Mark's cell phone makes.
"You're not going to post anything online are you?" I asked.
"Maybe, maybe not," Mark said.
Our guest had moved in front of me, and he imitated the sound of a dial-up internet connection. I laughed so hard at that, I couldn't stay upset at Mark. Our guest wasn't as patient as Mark. I'd felt the fabric of his pants against my thighs when he was fingering me, but once I found him, I knew he was completely naked. I grasped his cock and stroked it a couple times. "Do you work for a profit-making enterprise?" I asked.
There was a pause, and Mark said, "Yes, he does." He put his hands on my white panty and pulled it down to my knees.
I lifted the head up and licked the underside of his shaft. "Can both men and women avail themselves of your services?"
"Small conference," Mark said. He and the guest both made fake murmuring sounds. "While, in some limited circumstances, both men and women MIGHT do so, our guest only serves one sex."
"Darn," I said. "But as long as it's only one sex, I'm glad to know which sex it is." I could feel Mark's hands on my hips again. I moved into a prone position, and soon I felt his cock between my thighs. I took the stranger's cock in my mouth and proceeded to move from side to side. I was determined to give him a better blow job than I'd just given Mark, not because I cared more about him, but because I wanted Mark to enjoy the show. Lucky for all three of us, our guest's dick was so long that I could barely get it all in. I made sure Mark knew this by acting like I was gagging when I had it. I was also making it harder for Mark to get his cock inside me. I underestimated him. The second time I went all the way down on the guest's cock, Mark got his hands on my hips just right and was able to point his cock between my pussy lips. I tried to say something, but with my mouth full of the guest's dick, I couldn't understand what I said and I was the one saying it.
Mark put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me off our friend's dick. "What is it, Darlene?"
"I know I said it once, Mark, but I really love you for this."
"I love you too, Baby," he said. "Now enjoy yourself!" I went back to sucking our friend, and Mark found his rhythm. The last time he fucked me this hard was right after we moved in. The last time he fucked me this deep was after I told him about a dream where we went camping in the Smoky Mountains and fucked outside. I could tell our guest was ready to come. I remembered Mark telling me to enjoy myself, so I pulled him close to me. Instead of deep-throating him, I kept him a couple inches back so I could feel and taste a little of his cum before he filled my throat with it. This time I didn't fake-gag, but I did have to pull him back for real to stop from choking. That put Mark over the top, and he filled my pussy with a load of cum bigger than the one that got me into my present condition.
As I enjoyed that sensation, I asked, "Are you appearing in a movie that's currently in release?"
The guest dropped his guard and said, "I certainly hope not!" I didn't recognize his voice. Mark had finished coming, and this time he imitated the dial-up connection.
I felt our guest move around, and soon he was underneath me, licking my pussy. "Wow, Mark, your friend's a good sport," I told him. "He's eating your cum out of me."
"He knows I plan on doing the same," Mark answered.
"Really!" I asked. "When?"
"Whenever you're ready," Mark said.
"Why don't you help me?" I suggested.
"What do you mean? He doesn't need any help finding your pussy."
"I didn't say help him; I said help me." I felt around until I found our friend's dick, and he kept eating until the last second. I turned myself so I was straddling his legs. "Help me with this," I said. Mark put his hand on my butt and guided me up. I felt a cock head up against my pussy lips but not between them. I raised myself a little further, and the cock was pressed in between them. I felt two hands on my hips guiding me down while our friend's cock rose inside my cunt.
"Mark's a good sport too," our friend said. "Either that or there's something important he needs to tell you."
"What do you mean? Oh!" I realized that the hands on my hips were his, and the hand guiding his cock was Mark's.
Mark must have seen the expression on my face, because he quickly explained, "I'm a good sport." He paused and said to his friend, "No offense."
"None taken," the guest assured him.
I went up and down like a piston, grinding my hips so I could feel our friend's cock touching all different places inside my pussy. "Shit, this is great," I said to no one in particular.
Mark asked our guest, "Did I mention she's not on the Pill?"
"Holy shit! Is she fertile?"
"Very much so," Mark told him. I hoped that my laugh just sounded like ordinary fucking grunts. I didn't want to ruin our friend's excitement. For his part, he started bucking his hips. We were so in tune that before long, my downward thrusts coincided with his upward thrusts.
"There's one more thing I want, Mark," I said.
"What is it, Honey?" I bent over a little and wiggled my hips. When I didn't feel him doing anything, I put my left hand between my butt cheeks.
"You'll need to slow down a little," he said. I did, and soon I felt his cock head at my asshole. As he eased his way in, he urged his friend, "Yeah, that's it. Fuck that fertile pussy!"
Mark had broken the rhythm that our guest and I had established, but the three of us established a new one. Every time one man pulled most of the way out, the other would thrust in. Finally, I squeezed on the friend's dick while he was inside me, and Mark thrust inside me. I had finally had cocks deep in both my openings! "Shit! Yes! Fuck me, both of you! Fuck me!" Soon both my holes were being filled with cum, and I was in heaven. I don't remember anything else I said, except that I was pretty sure I managed not to let on to our friend that I was already pregnant.
When all three of us had finished coming, Mark asked me, "Do you wanna take off your blindfold now?"
"Do you want me to? Aren't you afraid of what'll happen if I know who gave me such a great ride?"
"I know you love me," Mark insisted, and with that, he took the blindfold off for me.
I looked at our guest. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. I looked to the side, and I saw that he'd left a pair of metal crutches leaning against Mark's dresser. "Oh, I know you. You're, um, ..."
"Trey," he said.
"I don't know what part of the apartment complex you live in, but I see you all the time in the laundry room." I didn't want to say, "Oh, you're the guy I can hear coming halfway down the hallway."
"That's me," Trey said. "You have the only purple laundry basket I've ever seen. And Mark's a man of his word."
"What do you mean?" I asked. I had my answer when I felt fingers on my clit and looked down to see Mark reaching down. He put two fingers inside my pussy. "Oh, right, you said you'd eat his cum out of me." I lay back and let my boyfriend pleasure me. Trey moved around slowly, leaned down and kissed me again. I could taste Mark's cum on his tongue. Mark was separating my pussy lips the way that he knows so well and had me screaming within minutes.
Trey had gotten off the bed and dressed himself again. When I was finished with my final orgasm of the night, he told Mark, "I could use some help here." He looked up from the floor. Mark got off the bed, walked to the dresser and brought Trey his crutches. "Thanks for a great time, you two!" he said.
"Thank you," I insisted. "I'd say the pleasure was all mine, but we all know better than that."
After Trey left, I ate half a gallon of ice cream. It wasn't just a craving. I felt terrible about Trey. When I was trying to guess who our guest was, I hadn't even considered him because of the crutches, and he had made "handi-capable" not seem like a stupid euphemism.
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