Not quite what he expected...

Brad entered the dimly lit room, searching for Sarah. He immediately spotted her, still lying naked on the bed. She was curled on her side, with her hands still tied to the head board. The blindfold was still in tact.

Brad moved silently towards the bed, until he heard Sarah’s deep regular breathing. She was sleeping. He thought she must’ve passed out from too much ****. They both had a lot to drink earlier. He was surprised he was still standing.

Not wanting to wake his wife, Brad silently slipped out of his clothes before easing himself onto the bed. He was able to cuddle up next to Sarah, as if he’d been there all night. Ever so softly, he untied Sarah’s wrists from her binds and carefully removed the blindfold.

Sarah’s body suddenly jerked, and she bolted upright! She immediately realized she was free of her binds. She could still smell the stranger that had driven her to such climaxes that she literally passed out. She snapped her head around to see who this man was that was climbing into bed with her, pressing his naked body next to hers. Her eyes bugged out when she recognized the familiar face and body. “Brad,” she shrieked, surprised to find that who she thought was a stranger, was Brad all along. ‘It can’t be,’ she screamed to herself; it was just way too weird. “W-Wh-What hap …”

“Sssshhh,” Brad whispered, trying to calm her. Unfortunately, the chilling familiar sound raised bumps on her skin and sent an eerie ripple up her spine.

“How … how long,” Sarah swallowed hard and started again. “How long have I been out?”

Brad had no clue. He wasn’t sure how to answer, not knowing how long, nor knowing what the hell happened while he was gone. “For a while,” he hoped his vague answer would suffice. “Ssshhh, lay back down.”

Sarah did as suggested, but couldn’t relax. She was positive it wasn’t Brad who **** her to swallow dildos and vibrators; who made her cum with vibrators in her pussy and ass; who stretched her so full with the largest cocks she thought she’d ever find; who fucked her so royally that she passed out from the orgasms. However, now with all of her senses, it was hard to argue the facts. Brad tied her and blindfolded her. Brad was here with her when it started. Brad was here with her at the end. Brad untied her and removed the mask. Brad had that quirky smelling cologne on. How could she have thought it was anyone other than Brad?

Sarah began feeling guilty. She felt awful that she even entertained the mere thought she was having sex with strangers. She was embarrassed by her lewd thoughts. Sarah’s guilt was compounded when she realized that she was the one who had all the pleasure, and she was the one who passed out. Brad hadn’t even fucked her yet!

With renewed energy and resolve, Sarah rolled over to face Brad. She looked into his tired eyes with loving hunger and lazily wriggled her hand between them. She grabbed onto his shriveled dick. “Brad,” she rasped, “fuck me.”

Brad closed his eyes as he rued his situation. He was the one who was truly fucked now. Even if he thought he could get it up, he’d be hard pressed to produce even a single pea sized droplet of semen. Even though Sarah was being gentle with his cock, it was painful as her hands rubbed against the raw flesh, tender from the friction of Jenny’s tight holes. Brad gritted his teeth as he pulled Sarah tight, pinning her hands so that she couldn’t move them. “Not right now,” he pleaded. “The room is spinning,” he lied. This must be a first he told himself. He couldn’t ever remember telling any girl he had in bed, that he didn’t want to fuck them. He prayed that Sarah accepted his lie.

Sarah backed away from Brad as if she were next to a stranger. This was way too odd for her. It wasn’t often that she made the first move, but Brad never, never ever, refused her advances. He had fucked her with the toys, but not his cock. The orgasms were great; stupendous. But now she wanted some warm soothing liquid protein coating her walls. She wanted to feel him inside her, and yet he told her, “NO!” She couldn’t believe it. She was going to try one last time. “C’mon honey. You haven’t fucked me with your cock yet tonight.”

Brad tried his best to sound real. “Please honey, I feel like I’m gonna get sick …” Brad lay on his back and covered his eyes with his hands. The few times he had really been drunk, he remembered laying in the same position waiting for the dizzy spells to go away. Now all he wished for was for Sarah to … roll away.

After what seemed like an eternity, where Brad could feel her staring eyes burn through his body, Sarah finally rolled away. She was frustrated and confused, pissed that Brad had just rebuffed her advances. She almost wished she were blindfolded and tied again; at least, that way, she could return to her fantasy world.

Brad silently cursed the same blackmailer he was praising earlier. He was thankful for the opportunity with Jenny, but now was paying the ultimate price for his infidelity. He regretted not being able to satisfy Sarah, and knew that no matter how he tried to dismiss it, Sarah would not forget it. He began to worry what the repercussions were going to be.

Besides being confused, Sarah was growing increasingly frustrated and irate. She knew the drunken excuse was a lie; he wasn’t too drunk while he was fucking her with the dildos. Why was he withholding? It’s been two days in a row now that Brad had left her unsatisfied, and confused. She contemplated driving her fingers into her snatch and masturbating while Brad lay behind her, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

The two couples eventually fell to sleep at opposite sides of the bed. Brad’s mind naturally returned to his earlier encounters with Jenny as he relived the events in his dream. Sarah, meanwhile, dreamt about her earlier encounters, now able to see Brad shoving the dildos into her. It wasn’t long before Brad morphed into a nameless stranger, who was taking his liberties, thrusting the fake cocks into her pussy and ass. As things progressed, each fake cock slowly came to life, with a body attached. Sarah looked around, seeing each hand wrapped around a nice thick cock, each belonging to a sculpted tanned, hard body. The man beneath her was slowly and methodically thrusting his thick rod into her clenching ass. Her pussy was twitching around the black monster cock stretching her incredibly wide and filling her gut painfully so. She doubly enjoyed the enormous black cock thrusting between her tits, straining her neck so that the fat helmet head could pop into her hot slutty mouth. As the five, well-hung men used her body, Sarah exploded in orgasms as Brad sucked her clit. Sarah reveled in delight, watching Brad service her as other men took her body. ‘That’s what he deserves,’ she told herself as she watched Brad’s head get banged by the black ass straddling her chest and the black muscled stomach of the guy opening her pussy wide. Sarah floated through her ecstasy as each cock throbbed and ejaculated. She felt her pussy fill to overflowing as the fire hose sprayed its foamy liquid with great ****. Her ass was filled with the hot white enema, bloating her stomach. The cock between her tits gave her a beautiful thick rope pearl necklace. The pricks in her palms painted her face with the special spackle. Each man withdrew and disappeared, leaving only Brad, still licking at her clit. “Clean me up you no good bastard,” she barked at him and relished in the afterglow as Brad complied, licking up every bit of foreign sperm from her oozing ass, from the rivers flowing out of her gaping pussy, from her cum-covered face, and from around her neck and between her heaving breasts. With his face between her tits, Sarah unwittingly let Brad’s tiny cock slip into her stretched opening. It was barely noticeable, until she felt him begin thrusting. She was about to object and push the lout off her, when she noticed the smell waft to her nostrils. As she inhaled the musky cologne, the cock in her pussy swelled to lengths and widths greater than Brad usually had. Looking down, she saw a different head between her tits. It wasn’t Brad! The fucking cock in her pussy was incredible. Even though her pussy was stretched, the cocksman wielded his sword in such a way to bring her to a screaming climax. Sarah clenched his head and lifted it to look in his eyes.

Sarah startled herself awake. Once again, her erotic dreams seemed so realistic. Again, she awoke to find her hands coated in pussy juice. Again, she sat up to find Brad snoring, unaware of her recent sleeping problems. But what stuck out most in Sarah’s mind was the face she saw when she lifted the head between her tits. She pressed a cum coated hand to her heaving chest, feeling his head pressed there. That’s where she recognized the cologne from. It was the same cologne that the guy at the supermarket wore; the guy she ran her cart into. She couldn’t recall his name at the moment, but the smell and the image caused her heart to flutter uncontrollably.

Sarah spent the rest of the fitful night tossing and turning, and thinking about the guy in the supermarket. She couldn’t get the image out of her mind. She and Brad left the hotel the following morning without commenting on last night’s events. She definitely gave Brad the cold shoulder, practically ignoring him as they picked up the kids. They spent the remainder of the day entertaining the children before retiring for the night. Everyone went to bed. Brad could feel the ice in the air, but dared not address it, hoping it would pass. For the second night in a row, there was no sex between the two.