He had arranged with some friends to take his wife Sue to their house, blindfolded for the last part of the journey. He had instructed her in what to wear - a loose, twirly, short skirt which swayed when she walked and at the slightest breeze, rose to show her tanned thighs and bottom and more as she wore nothing underneath. Her blouse was filmy and silky and showed the shape of her bare breasts and nipples.

She knew she would be used that evening but did not know how or by who or where. Would it be indoors or outdoors? Would there be one man or more? Would there be a woman? Would they be rough and demanding or warm and considerate? Would they fill her cunt, her mouth or her arse or all three?

Knowing her husband she suspected the worst as he enjoyed seeing her stretched just a little beyond what she might otherwise have agreed to in the cold light of day but so far she had never let him down.

She felt confident in her body and her appeal, knowing she was still very tanned from their holiday in France where she had sun bathed naked. Even on holiday she had fallen into sensual encounters.

She had sucked her husband while strangers watched and touched her. She had sucked strangers. She had been fucked by her husband while a crowd gathered round to watch and admired. She had almost been taken by the crowd - she had been glad her husband was there to protect her although a small voice wondered what it would have been like to have been taken by the crowd, taken by a queue of men who would have talked to her in a foreign language - talked about her while they watched, using words she did not understand. She would have felt alien and would have been their sexual object even more than usual but she had been spared that.

As her mind wandered over this, she realised the car was slowing down. She felt it pull in to a drive and come to a halt.

Max unfastened his seat belt then hers. He got out of the car and walked round to her door, opening it and helping her step out, blindfolded still. She felt the cool breeze on her legs and blouse and felt her nipples stiffen. She felt the first beginnings of the moisture in her cunt, knowing that another adventure was about to begin.

Her husband put his arm around her shoulder and guided her to the door then slipped his hand under her armpit and grabbed a handful of breast. "Let's give them a good run Sue" he whispered and she felt proud knowing that he had every confidence in her. She had never failed him yet - she had taken everything he had arranged for her - she had excited him and all the men who had met her, touched her, felt her and fucked her.

She had been fucked, screwed, shagged, sucked, fingered, photographed, spread out, tied up, folded over, bent over and stood up; she had been fucked on her back, on her knees, on all fours, standing up, lying down, on her side, indoors and outdoors; they had filled her with hot, creamy spunk in her cunt, her mouth and her arse and they had shot over her tits, her back, her arse, her face and her stomach. She had taken it all and never failed him and she would not fail him tonight, whatever was ahead.

She heard the door open and was led into a warm building. The heat was the first thing that registered, not overpowering but pleasantly warm, warm enough to take off your clothes and be comfortable. After the outside chill her nipples were warm but were still hard, now with anticipation. She trembled slightly, waiting for the first touch. Would it be someone's fingers, their hands or perhaps their lips? Where would they start on her? Being blindfolded heightened her expectations and made her extra sensitive.

Meanwhile, she was being led through a hallway and into a room where she sensed there were a number of people. She could almost taste the atmosphere of anticipation from the people in the room who were no doubt awaiting her with just as much interest as she awaited them.

Her husband led her to the centre of the room. A glass was put in her hand - he had arranged her favourite drink - it helped to steady her and relax her. She sipped gratefully. The empty glass was taken from her hand.

Max spoke.— "Well folks, do you like what you see?"

With this he ran his hand down her blouse, hefting her tits in each hand as he did so, showing their weight and their softness. Max then said "she's all yours" and went to the door, opened it then closed it so she believed he had left her on her own, blindfolded in a room of strangers. He had in fact come back into the room to observe. To see how she would behave when she thought he was not there.

Her tits were not huge like some of those monstrous types in certain girlie mags but at 36C were good to hold, good to take in the mouth and suck.

There was a general murmuring of approval and then she felt the first hand. It went to her thigh and slowly ran up her thigh, lifting her skirt and exploring between her thighs. Her thighs were gently pushed open and she adjusted her stance to let the stranger's hand get to her cunt. She opened her thighs wider to let the fingers explore her now soaking wet cunt. The fingers withdrew and then touched her lips so she tasted her own juices. She sucked the finger tips and was rewarded with a firm grope of her breasts. It must be a man, the grip was firm and masculine and felt good.

She would have liked to see what kind of man was taking liberties with her body but was not allowed to remove the blindfold.

He led her to an armchair, positioned her facing the chair and bent her down so she could take her weight on the arms of the chair. He stood behind her as she bent forward and she knew what was to happen. She was wearing high heels and knew that her figure would look good in this pose, her calves taut, her cheeks round and inviting as she bent over, her back slim and everywhere tanned.

She was ready for his foot pushing her feet wider apart. Was not surprised to hear the sound of his zip being pulled down, the sound of him stepping out of his trousers. Expected the touch of his cock against the cheeks of her arse but was pleasantly surprised by how firm and large he was. She felt his hand on her back, between her shoulders as he pushed her down a little more. Felt him move close to her then guide himself into the cunt she had aimed towards him, ready for him.

His hands gripped her hips and he pulled into her, jerking himself right into her, deep into her cunt. There was a small cheer and she knew there were a number of other men in the room and knew they would all have her as well.¸

The unknown man fucked her hard, plunging into her long and hard before his strokes speeded up and he tensed as she felt the pumping of his cock as it spurted his spunk into her.

Max had been standing behind her, just a little to one side, through all this so he had a ringside view of her being well and truly fucked. He took pleasure from watching her perform or being taken and was proud of her.

The next man took over and unfastened her blouse, leaving her in just her short, loose skirt and her heels. He played with her tits and others joined in, groping her, squeezing her, sometimes one or more would hold her breast and feed it into their open mouth and suck hard, using their teeth on her nipple as they pulled away.

The unknown man then laid her on her back on a sofa or settee which was in the room and fucked her in the good old traditional way, her legs up and over his shoulders. She did not know that her husband was standing right by her all through this, watching her give herself to these men, allowing them to do whatever they wanted.

After this second man finished with her, still without a word being spoken, another man took her hand and raised her from the settee. He led her back to the centre of the room and pushed her down onto her knees. She thought he wanted her to suck him but the man was her husband, Max, who did not want her to know it was him.

He wanted to fuck her as if he was a stranger, her not knowing it was him. How would she feel to him? How did her cunt react to strangers' cocks? He wanted to ride her as a stranger so did not let her suck him in case she recognised his taste or his smell or his shape. He put her on all fours and knelt behind her.

The other men gathered round him, interested to see how he would take his own wife in front of them. He knelt behind her and fucked her wet cunt for some time, feeling her cunt muscles gripping him. He smiled at how she was trying to milk him, how she was the perfect slut to behave like this with a stranger - she wasn't even just taking it, she was well and truly joining in. After a while, he pulled out of her cunt and pulled her hips back a little so her arse was lowered toward him. He held his slippery, wet cock, covered in her juices and the spunk from her previous fuckings, then put it against her arse and leaned into her. She yelped a little as he slipped past her tight ring of muscle then he raised himself up a bit more, pushing down on her backside to take his weight and settled in to give her arse a good fucking as the onlookers cheered.

She was used to having her arse fucked but was still tighter there than in her cunt, especially after her cunt had been filled with spunk a couple of times. They cheered as he had now given the others the go-ahead to fuck her arse, so useful when her cunt was so wet that it was hard to feel her. After a while, Max felt his spunk coming and he speeded up and shot his load into her arse, jerking and thrusting into her as she took this from what she believed was a stranger.

Max pulled out and the last two men took their turn with her. When they had finished, one of the first couple stood over her while she was kept on all fours and wanked himself so his spunk shot over her back. It was rubbed into her face and dribbled down over body before she was helped to her feet.

Max went to the door and made as if he was returning. "All finished I see? She looks well and truly shagged I must say" he laughed to the men in the room. He then put her blouse over her shoulders and put a coat around her to cover her before taking, still blindfolded, back to the car.

They drove back in silence and when they had gone back to their own home, only then did he remove her blindfold. She did not know where she had been, did not know who had had her - was it anyone she knew? Is that why she had been blindfolded? Was it someone she would not have liked to have been fucked by? Is that why he had blindfolded her? He would not say.

"How was it? Were they any good? You were covered in spunk when I got back, it was dripping from all your holes and all over you. Must have been good?" he asked her. She gave him a dreamy "mmm, yes, it was a good evening. Being blindfolded heightened everything."

"How did they have you? Who was the best?"

"They had me all over - just about every way, but the best was about half way through - very masterful type, had me on my hands and knees then fucked my arse - bit painful at first then it was OK then the others copied him but he was the best."

Max still said nothing and never told her who had fucked that evening and that he was the one she had enjoyed most. He never knew whether she had known it was him and she never knew for sure who any of them had been but she thought she knew who one of them was, or was she wrong?