Pegging My Husband Blindfolded with My Girlfriends: Lingerie Game Turns Savage

First Saturday of the month. Sacred ritual. Me, Christine, Françoise at her place. Lingerie tupperware bash. Sexy bras, thongs, garters spilling out. Laughter echoes. We sip wine, pick our slutty treasures. Black latex bra for Christine’s huge 95D tits. My fringed nipple-cutout bra. Françoise’s open red-black number. Strings, corsets, open panties. My pussy tingles just handling them.

Doorbell buzzes early. Christine opens. It’s Bernard, my man, way before 7 PM. Surprise visit. Awkward heat in the air. Warm cheek kiss can’t hide it. He barges into the living room. Spots the lingerie pile Françoise scrambles to hide. Eyes light up. ‘What’s this?’ Curiosity hard. We giggle. ‘Girls only,’ I say. But he’s pushy. Dives right in. Fingers lace, latex. Cock stirs in his pants already.

The Approach

‘You hide this from me?’ Grins wicked. Proposes the game. Guess who bought what. Wrong: he strips. Right: we do. Deal sealed with high-fives. Christine pops champagne. Bubbles fizz. Coupes clink. Game on. He nails Christine’s latex bra first. She peels off her blouse slow. Flesh-tone bra hugs her massive tits. Thick nipples poke hard through lace. My clit throbs watching.

He guesses her open latex panty next. Off goes her jeans. We toast. My turn? No, he picks Françoise’s open bra. Right again. She slips mohair sweater. Balconette bra pushes cleavage sky-high. Guesses her matching thong. Skirt drops. Black sticky stockings hug thighs. Juicy ass peeks. Heat builds. Sweat beads on skin. Champagne warms bellies.

Chic corset. I think mine. Wrong. Off with his polo. Torse nu, muscles flex. Guesses Françoise next. Right. ‘Bra off.’ She unhooks. Tits bounce free. Toasts clink. My fringed black bra. Nailed it. I unbutton blouse. Gift from him. Nipples erect. Lace string? Wrong. Pants drop. Bulge strains boxer briefs. Pre-cum spot grows. Garter guess fails. Boxers gone. Cock springs hard, veiny, twitching.

Rest flies. Naked fast. Jars, minimal leather bra. Misses. Socks off. Then panties fly. Françoise yanks mine down. Pussy exposed, wet lips glisten. All bare. Laughter roars. Bodies glow in lamplight. Cocks, tits, asses. Champagne flows. No shame. Pure lust hums.

The Explosion

Françoise sends Christine for more bubbly. ‘Put on porn for him.’ Big screen fills with moans, thrusts. We huddle kitchen. Plot punishment. Back with bottle. Pour heavy. Toast. ‘You’re ours,’ Françoise grins. I blindfold him. Christine ties wrists tight behind back. Rope bites skin. Lead him to knees. Cushion under chest. Ass high, cheeks spread. Vulnerable. Exposed. My pulse races.

Hands roam his ass. Soft then firm. Knead cheeks. Spread wide. Cold lube drips down crack. Hits anus, balls. Slithers. Fingers scoop, circle hole. One slips in. Smooth, deep. Two stretch. Prostate nudge. Groans escape. Three violate. Rough. Nipples pinched hard from front. Yelps mix pain-pleasure. Fingers pull out. Soft lubed head presses. Strap-on. Mine.

‘No!’ he gasps. ‘It’s me, baby,’ I whisper. ‘Your little rose gets fucked. My turn.’ Push in. Inch by inch. Hits prostate. Thrusts build. Savage. One dips cock in champagne. Soaks it cold. Sips fed. ‘Drink, pig.’ Pound harder. Ass clenches. He bucks. ‘Feels good, huh? Revenge for wrecking my hole.’ Cum erupts. Roars shake room. Semen fills glass. I collect every drop.

Untie blindfold. Slip off strap-on. All clap, cheer. Exhausted, he slumps. I sip his load from coupe. Warm, salty. Lean in. Deep kiss. Share taste. Tongues swirl. Naked laughs bubble. Bodies press close. Sweat, lube, cum scents mingle. ‘I love you,’ I murmur. ‘Promise we’ll repeat.’ Eyes lock. Bond tighter. Dress slow. Normalcy creeps back. He picks me up like planned. Drive home. Strangers no more—but thrill lingers. Secret spice forever.