Blind Submission: A Sixty-Nine Fantasy

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless percussion mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Tonight felt different, charged with an energy that vibrated through the small, secluded bedroom. My wife, Sally, had confessed a peculiar desire, a twisted fantasy born from a late-night dream involving a shared experience that left me both intrigued and slightly disturbed. She’d described a scenario where she took the lead, engaging in a 69 position while simultaneously masturbating with her favorite glass dildo. The thought of her dominance, the sensation of being passively observed, had stirred something primal within me, a hunger that I hadn’t realized was so deeply buried.

As we both showered, stripping off our clothes in the steamy air, the anticipation grew palpable. The scent of lavender and coconut oil hung heavy, mingling with the earthy fragrance of her freshly shaved mound, a detail she’d mentioned with a mischievous glint in her eyes. It was intoxicating, a potent blend of vulnerability and desire. She retrieved our collection of toys from the drawer, pulling out a sleek, clear glass dildo, its smooth surface reflecting the dim light. She generously lubed it, the viscous liquid glistening under the covers as she climbed onto my stomach, her weight a comforting pressure against my chest.

Her body arched forward, presenting a tantalizing view of her vulva, a perfect, pink landscape sculpted by years of pleasure. The sight of her uninhibited pleasure filled me with an overwhelming need. Her arousal was evident in the rhythmic contractions of her muscles, the slight tremor in her breathing. Every inch of her body seemed to yearn for release. The scent of her arousal was incredibly potent. She wore no perfume, but her natural musk was more alluring than any manufactured fragrance. It clung to the air, coating my senses in its rich, animalistic essence.

As she slowly inserted the dildo, a low moan escaped her lips, a sound that resonated deep within my core. The rhythmic push and pull, the sensation of the glass against her flesh, sent shivers down my spine. I watched, transfixed, as she explored her pleasure, her body responding with an almost violent intensity. The movement of her pelvis was hypnotic, drawing my attention back and forth between her clitoris and her gaping orifice. It was an exquisite dance of desire, a silent conversation spoken through the language of touch.

As she pulled the dildo out, a generous shower of saliva coated the tip, dripping down onto my cock. The warm, salty liquid felt strangely comforting, a primal connection that intensified my arousal. “I can’t hold out much longer,” she panted, her voice raspy with pleasure. Her words were a direct challenge, a blatant invitation to indulge in the fantasy we were embarking upon. I felt a surge of adrenaline, a desperate need to fulfill her desires and my own.

With a playful grin, I grabbed the glass dildo from her hand, positioning it in my own mouth. The cool, smooth surface against my tongue sent a jolt of excitement through my system. I gently brought her lips to meet mine, licking away the moisture and tasting the salty residue. As she followed suit, our mouths intertwined in a desperate embrace, a fusion of pleasure and lust. The sensation was both overwhelming and exquisite, a perfect blend of oral and manual stimulation.

When the time came, I took control, guiding her hand to my member. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the pressure building with each passing moment. My muscles tensed, coiled like springs, ready to unleash a torrent of pleasure. Finally, with a final, desperate thrust, I broke free, exploding with a wave of hot, white semen that surged into her mouth.

She gasped, her body convulsing as she absorbed my essence. Her clitoris pulsed wildly, a testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing. As she collapsed on top of me, her weight pressing into my stomach, she turned her head, offering me a glimpse of her throbbing body. “It fits perfectly,” she whispered against my lips, her voice thick with satisfaction. “I think I’ve found my new favorite fantasy.”

With a renewed sense of urgency, I grabbed the bottle of lubricant and began to coat her ample mounds and her sensitive opening, ensuring that every inch of her body was properly lubricated. She arched her back, encouraging me to continue, her eyes closed in blissful abandon. The rhythmic swishing of the lubricant against her skin, the constant pressure of her body, created a symphony of sensations that both thrilled and exhausted me.

As I reached her clitoris, she shifted her position, allowing me to explore her pleasure with both my hand and the glass dildo. The sensation was overwhelming, a cascade of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. I continued to lick and tease her, working my way down her shaft, ensuring that every inch of her was thoroughly stimulated. When I finally removed the dildo, I found it coated in a thick layer of my own semen, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

With a final, lingering kiss, I withdrew my hand and prepared for the next stage of our shared fantasy. Gently, I began to insert the glass dildo into her rectum, pushing it slowly and deliberately. The initial resistance was significant, but I persevered, determined to fulfill her desires. As the dildo moved deeper, her body began to writhe, her muscles contracting with pleasure. It felt good to give her such intense sensations. Her pleasure was my pleasure.

As I continued to work my way in, her moans grew louder, more desperate. The sensation of the glass against her sensitive tissues was exquisite, a perfect blend of pressure and friction. It felt so good, so right. As I reached the very tip, she started to grind hard against the dildo, her body arching and twisting in an effort to find the perfect angle. It was clear she was pushing herself to the limit, desperate for release.

Finally, she let out a final, piercing scream and collapsed on top of me, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. The feeling of her weight on my stomach was intense, but I welcomed it, knowing that we had both achieved our goals. As we lay entangled, breathless and exhausted, I realized that this was more than just a fantasy; it was a primal connection, a shared experience that had stripped away our inhibitions and left us vulnerable to the raw, unbridled power of desire. The rain continued to fall outside, but within the confines of our bedroom, we had created our own little paradise, a sanctuary where pleasure reigned supreme.

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