Fir maine apni shirt utari. Tab dheere se maine apne honthuske gale se hote huye bra k upper se hi jaise hi uske nipple par rakhe usne eksee k sath ap...ni kamar upper uthayi or mujhe jor se jakad k apni baaho me leliya or aanke band kar li. Maine unhe aise hi chuste chuste dheere se uski brak huk khol diye or use hta diya. Dheere se apne hath un golayio pe rakh k jaisehi maine unhe dabaya woe k dum se mujhe side me kar k mer uuper aa gyi or merechehre gaalo ko or mere nipples ko jor jor se chusne. It came as no surprise to me and all I could say was I did not blame her and could only wish her all the very best. She smiled and hugged me and then I left to drown my sorrows in a pint or two.Later that evening I returned to the sounds of moans from the bedroom, my first thought was she had her trusty dildo out and loving this sound I walked slowly upstairs to be greeted by the sounds of a male voice telling my girlfriend exactly what she was going to get and then another male voice agreeing. I can?t see what's happening. I am blindfolded. I try to move but it's of no use, I am handcuffed to the back of a chair and completely nakedThe door opens. I ask who it is but no response. "who are you?", "where am I?" But only silence. The door closes and I hear footsteps of high heels coming towards me."Please let me go" I ask. But I get no response. The footsteps have stopped, she must be right in front of me. I softly hear her breathing."Please, please let me go, I haven?t done anything. I look over at him. Our eyes meet….The longing for the release...The build-up of this beautiful tension...the climb to the peak of the mountain...It’s the only thing I want at this moment. Then I dive down into the abyss. The goal to reach the orgasm finish line is replaced with a sudden but familiar feeling that I’m THERE. It’s the giving and contracting of my clit muscles that sends out signals of satisfied bliss through my puss, and even my ass, as the orgasm erupts. The ripples of this.