Chapter 1 — Blindfolded Sex with My Wife

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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This is the story of my wife and me.

At first, it was just fantasy—reading erotic fiction about sex with women, nothing more. But over time, stories involving wives began to catch my eye. Especially tales of wife-swapping. I never thought I'd be aroused by such things. But gradually, the more I read about my own wife in these fantasies, the more intensely I reacted.

There's always been a problem between us in bed. My stamina—sex ends too quickly. I want us to be more active, to enjoy each other longer. But my wife always wants it over fast. I know it's not because she dislikes sex with me. We're both working, she's a housewife too—exhaustion and lack of free time are the real issues. And when we do have sex, she's so sensitive she climaxes too fast. Once she cools down, she doesn't want to continue.

So I've always tried to prolong things—more foreplay, slower movements—anything to make it last a little longer.

My wife is around 35, 160cm tall, 52kg. Cute, youthful face, modest breasts, and a beautiful vagina.

One day, after reading another erotic story, I suddenly wanted to tell her about this world. At first, she thought I was strange—she even suspected I was dissatisfied with our sex life. We had misunderstandings, even fights. But once I cleared the air, I began slowly introducing elements from the stories during sex. She never said anything, but I could feel her getting more excited.

I decided it was time to take it further—so I brought up wife-swapping directly.

“I want to see you excited with a penis bigger than mine inside your vagina.”

At first, just mentioning it made her climax—twice. When she's aroused, her vagina grips like nothing else. From experience, I knew exactly how turned on she was.

But we didn't progress further. Instead, it sparked another argument.

Then one night, during sex, she briefly mentioned wife-swapping herself. I cautiously responded with a few suggestive words.

“Am I a pervert or something?!”

“But sometimes, during sex… I imagine something more intense. Something wild.”

“Can't we just imagine it? Just the two of us, enjoying it together?”

“Imagine my penis in your vagina… and your mouth…”

Suddenly, I felt her body tense—she was getting excited again.

She was imagining it too. I could tell.

I thought: maybe it's time to try—carefully.

But I lacked confidence. I didn't know where to start.

I searched for stories like mine and learned a few things: start with fantasy, use a dildo, take it slow.

So I bought a small dildo and began using it.

At first, I messed up—I got one too big, and she hated it. But now, during ovulation, I sometimes sneak it in—wearing a condom, pretending it's me while I switch it during foreplay.

At first she protested, but now she pretends not to notice. She gets excited. Sometimes, while talking about wife-swapping, she reaches climax.

Five months passed.

I started believing it might actually be possible.

I studied the erotic stories again and made a plan.

By chance, my parents-in-law needed help, and we got three days off in two weeks. My wife mentioned it to me—perfect timing.

We finished the work in just two days, leaving us free.

I gathered my courage, took her out for drinks, and convinced her to skip going home and stay at a motel instead.

She reluctantly agreed. I took her to a cocktail bar.

“Honey, try this. It's delicious.”

I gave her two strong drinks—sweet cocktails, but potent.

Afterward, we watched a sexy movie.

She thought it was just a fun night out—me and her, enjoying ourselves.

But for two weeks, I'd been planning this.

I'd invited a man—a stranger.

He was six years older than me, surprisingly well-mannered, clean-cut. I verified his identity. He gave me advice too.

“For a first time, it's better if the guest stays at a distance, engages gently, then leaves quickly. Fewer complications. What do you think?”

We agreed. I sent him the motel room number by text as we entered.

He'd already booked a room nearby and would come when I signaled.

During sex, I'd send a pre-written message with one tap—then he'd slip in quietly.

I casually showed my wife the dildo and some cognac, making her think it was just a private, intense night between us.

We held each other, kissed, then showered together.

We sipped a little cognac. I began touching her, stimulating her naturally.

When I saw the look in her eyes—she wanted it—I said,

“Baby, I want to try something different with you tonight.”

“What do you mean, 'different'?” she asked, curious.

I couldn't say it directly yet.

“I want to talk dirty, do lots of foreplay… imagine wife-swapping together.”

Before she could think, I stripped her completely and casually revealed the dildo, lube, and a blindfold.

She asked, “Why the blindfold? I don't need that…”

“I think it'll make it hotter—more exciting if you can't see. Just trust me.”

I turned off all the lights, leaving only the mood lamp on.

I set the blindfold and dildo aside and began kissing and touching her in earnest.

She even let me do 69—something she usually refuses—more actively than ever.

When I felt it was time, I handed her the blindfold.

“Do I really have to wear this?”

“Just do what I say. Let's feel it, together.”

I teased her breasts, kept her aroused, and she quietly put it on.

I told her to lie still, to imagine.

“Just imagine anything… not me. Imagine something else inside you…”

I slowly rubbed my penis around her vagina, pressing gently, making her wet.

When I felt her juices flowing and my penis slipping in easily, her walls starting to clench—I quietly pulled out and inserted the (electric) dildo with lube.

Then I turned it on.

This dildo rotates 360 degrees with vibration, and has a separate bullet for clitoral stimulation.

It began driving her wild.

“Put yours in… please…”

But I cranked up the vibration and moved down, sucking her vagina, licking her clit.

She grew hotter, more aroused.

The alcohol made her dazed, her mind drifting.

I grew bolder.

“Imagine another man's penis entering your vagina right now.”

“No… I don't want to hear that…”

She shook her head violently—but her body clenched tighter around the dildo. She was too excited to resist.

“Maybe it's really happening… another man's penis inside you…”

“Right now, someone else is about to enter you… imagine it…”

“Ah… mm…”

Her moans grew louder.

I took a sip of cognac, held it in my mouth, then forced it into hers, pushing my tongue in so she had no choice but to swallow.

She drank it obediently. Her body flushed, even more aroused.

When she tried to remove the blindfold, I stopped her.

“You keep that on. No matter what. Until we're done.”

I kept her blindfolded throughout.

I kept whispering, “Another man's penis is inside you.”

“Can you take it? If you thought this penis was from another man, could you still suck me?”

She just shook her head—no.

So I pulled out the dildo and thrust my penis deep inside her.

“Ah… yours… deeper…”

I alternated thrusting and rotating, stimulating her deeply.

Then I put the condom-free dildo to her lips, gently pushing it into her mouth.

Her lips and tongue accepted it.

I pushed it deeper, and now, as she felt my penis inside her, she began sucking the dildo.

That was my signal.

I tapped the pre-written text to the guest.

Moments later, he entered—almost silently.

(I'd left the door open while she showered.)

My heart pounded. My penis throbbed, so hard it felt like it would burst. I felt doubt, fear—but I couldn't stop. I pushed her harder, deeper into the moment.

She was lost in sensation, sucking the dildo mindlessly.

After confirming he was undressed, I slowly pulled the dildo from her mouth, turned my face toward her vagina, and guided my penis into her mouth.

I spread her legs and began eating her out with my tongue.

She hesitated for a second—then pulled my head closer, trying to take my penis deeper.

I quickly raised both her arms above her head, pinning them like a surrender pose, and pushed my penis back into her mouth.

Then I reinserted the dildo into her vagina and began slow thrusts—no vibration.

When I saw he was ready, condom on, penis out—

“Baby, another penis is going inside you. If it feels real… just feel it. Don't think.”

I exaggerated my tone, making it part of the fantasy.

She was already so aroused she didn't speak—only moaned.

Carefully, slowly, making sure not to touch her belly, he pressed his penis against her vagina.

I was stunned.

His glans—no exaggeration—looked nearly 7cm wide.

He slowly, gently pushed it inside.

“Mmm… ah…”

She stopped moaning for a second. Was she startled? Did she sense something different?

She lay still, as if feeling it.

Fifteen seconds of silence.

Then she turned her head sharply to the side, began sucking my penis like crazy, pulled my hips down, buried her face in my balls.

“Mmm… aah… ha!”

The guest began slow, careful thrusts.

He squeezed a large amount of lube deep into her vagina.

I watched, and my arousal spiked uncontrollably.

He poured in so much—more than half the bottle.

I briefly worried—could this hurt her uterus?—but the thought vanished in a wave of excitement.

Her moans grew louder. I couldn't hold back.

My wife had never tasted cum before.

Now, legs spread wide in a deep M, she sucked me wildly.

Her tongue and mouth drove me insane—seeing her soaked with lube, feeling her clench around the thick penis inside her—

I couldn't stop.

Without warning, I groaned and came hard into her mouth.

But strangely—she kept sucking. Swallowed it all. And kept moaning until the guest finished thrusting.

Then the guest pulled out, removed the condom, aimed at her vagina lips—and came.

A thick stream landed on her slit, some dripping down.

He pulled away quietly, quickly dressed, gave a small bow with a faint smile—and left.

I looked at her vagina, dripping with lube and cum. My penis, already hard again, rose.

I entered her once more and began thrusting.

Her vagina felt looser—stretched from the dildo and that huge penis.

Lube and cum smeared the bed, her thighs, her vagina.

I didn't last long. I pulled her close and came deep inside.

Afterward, I removed the blindfold.

She was completely passed out, asleep.

That night, I called the guest back. While my wife lay half-conscious, I had him enter her three more times—each time coming deep inside.

The next morning, she said her vagina felt sore.

A few days later, during sex, she mentioned something.

She'd dreamed that night—because I kept talking about it, in her dream, another man was on top of her, fucking her.

And in the dream… she got excited.

“I think I'm becoming strange… Don't say those things anymore. Please.”

That night, we had sex for about an hour and a half.

And again in the morning.

Whether she knows or not—I'll never know.

But I'll never forget that night.

If I ever get the chance, I want to experience something even deeper with my wife.