The blindfolded taste of lust-2

“Yeah, like that” he hears his wife say. “Jerk him”.

And his eyes can’t see and with all this darkness around him, the thought of saying anything seems excruciating, shattering. She’s not saying anything either. The room is filled with silence and the sounds of his secret compilation. Anything else he hears is uncertain, is doubtful. He hears her moving to his right, her hands untie the knots tying him to the bed. Then to his left. His hands are free.

“Keep the blindfold” she says, somewhat coldly. Authoritatively. Enough so to make him doubt any pleasure might be had, enough to worry him about what she might make of all this. “Stand up.” Her intonation is the same.

He does as he’s told. A hand grabs his cock, cups his balls, weighs them.

“Hmm. Will you cum a lot?”

He sighs with relief.

“I want to cum so much…”

“Oh, do you?” she says perhaps a bit sarcastically. “Tell me, can a man feel it when his balls are full of cum? Do they feel different?”

The freaking Sistine Chapel of Sperm is what that movie is. He knows it almost by heart that’s how often he’s watched it, that’s how often he’s eaten his own load to it. It opens with a woman’s voice saying “I want to kiss my husband, with your cum still in my mouth”. Then it begins. He hears the voice say it. She is playing the fucking video! She found it, and she’s playing it. A thousand things are going through his mind. He would say something, but he’s ashamed right about now, that’s his natural reaction given the fact that he can’t see what the hell she is doing, the expression on her face, and that there’s a very explicit, cumeating fetish, bisexual video he hoped she would never find now playing. He’s ashamed, but so fucking aroused at the same time.