Blind and confused

The silk blindfold pressed gently against Sara’s eyelids, plunging her world into a velvety blackness. The cool metal of the bedframe, where her wrists and ankles were lightly secured, sent a faint shiver through her. This was new, exciting, a thrilling departure from their usual, comfortable rhythm. Jack had been so different tonight, so… commanding. She loved it. Her breath hitched as she felt a weight settle between her parted thighs, then a slow, deliberate pressure at her entrance. She was already slick with anticipation, her core throbbing in a delicious ache.

“Ready, baby?” Jack’s voice, a little strained, came from just beside the bed.

Sara’s lips curved into a smile, a slight nervous giggle escaping her. “Oh, I think so, big boy. Don’t keep me waiting.”

A slow, steady push began. Sara gasped, a genuine shock rippling through her. This wasn’t Jack’s usual entry. This was… immense. She felt herself stretching, expanding in a way she never had before, a deep, full sensation that bordered on painful, yet was undeniably exhilarating. She clutched at the sheets beneath her restrained hands, hips instinctively rising to meet the invading ****.

“Jack…” she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “Oh my god. Is that… is that all you?”

From the shadows, where Jack stood, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him, a knot of pure anguish twisted in his gut. His wife, the woman he loved, the only woman he’d ever pleasured – or rather, attempted to pleasure – was being utterly taken by another. Leia’s immense, thick cock, sheathed in an XXL condom that gleamed faintly in the dim light, was slowly, deliberately burying itself within Sara. He could only manage a choked, "Just relax, baby."

Leia, a silent, powerful presence, continued her slow, deliberate invasion. Her eyes, usually sparkling with a predatory confidence, were now focused, intense. She felt Sara’s tightness, the exquisite resistance of her untouched walls, but also the eager wetness that promised a deep welcome. She paused, completely buried, allowing Sara’s body to adjust, to fully encompass her.

Sara whimpered, a sound of pure sensory overload. Never had she felt so utterly full, so completely claimed. It wasn't just the size; it was the sheer thickness, the weight of it pressing against her cervix, filling every inch of her. Her mind raced, trying to reconcile this overwhelming sensation with the image of Jack’s slender frame and familiar, smaller cock.

“My god, Jack,” she whispered again, her voice thick with wonder. “You… you feel so much bigger tonight. What have you been doing?”

Jack’s jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped the desk beside him. “Just… trying some new things, baby. Enjoy it.” The words tasted like ash.