I’ve always had a wild streak in the bedroom, but my husband, Craig, had more vanilla tastes. Eventually, I grew restless and told Craig in no uncertain terms that I needed to be fucked.

I didn’t want him to “make love” to me or for us to have a romantic evening. I wanted sex. Hot, hard, and dirty.

I never could have anticipated Craig’s response. He thoughtfully considered my request. Then he proposed a game that piqued my interest. He told me “Blaise,” his new alter ego, would pay me a visit later in the week.

I laughed initially, but when leather-clad Blaise bent me over the kitchen table for a spanking, I was forced to reconsider my reaction. Craig had found a way to give me what I wanted: a relationship with a great, loving guy and super-hot sex with a masterful lover who made my kinky dreams come true. Somehow taking on this persona freed Craig to try kinky things he’d never before dared.

My husband and I suddenly had a new favorite game: Blaise the dirty drifter ravishes the bored and lonely housewife. Since Craig works locally, running the family company, he’s able to sneak away from the office at least once a week, so Blaise can catch me by surprise.

One afternoon, I was in our bedroom putting away laundry. I thought I heard a noise downstairs, but I shrugged it off. I went about my business, sorting and folding, when out of nowhere an arm wrapped around my waist and tugged me closer.

My heart sped up and my breathing grew shallow. Blaise was back.

His hold around my waist tightened. “Is your husband home?”

I shook my head.

“Good.”

I swear I could actually hear his smile as he spoke.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do: You’re gonna to strip, and then I’ll have my fun with you.”

I nodded, thrilled by Blaise’s latest surprise. He sat on the edge of the bed, never taking his eyes off me. I started to remove my cardigan, the intensity of his gaze making my fingers tremble.

“Look at me,” he growled. My eyes shot up to see Blaise licking his lips. “You don’t have to be nervous. I like what I see.”

I smiled and tossed my sweater on the bed. “Good, because I’ve got three hours until my husband gets home and I want to make the most of our time together.”

“Then stop talking and start getting out of those jeans.”

My fingers snapped into action, popping the button on my waistband and sliding down the snug-fitting denim. “Any additional requests?”

Blaise reached forward and grabbed the center of my bra, pulling me forward. He buried his face between my tits and then he nibbled a trail from the left to the right.

He gently pushed me back. “Everything goes — including the bra and panties.”

I opened the clasp of my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms so the garment could drop to the floor. Then, acutely aware of his eyes on me, I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of my undies and shimmied out of them. I felt more naked than I ever had in my life. It was as if his lascivious stare could see right through me, reading every one of my dirty fantasies.

Blaise rose from his place on the bed and stepped toward me, looking every bit like a predator on the hunt. His lips found my right nipple, and he grazed the nub with his teeth before sucking it hard and nearly making me swoon.

“Blaise soothed the ache growing inside me by sliding his finger along my slit.”

I moaned as I felt my arousal soar, my thighs growing slick with the honey flowing from my pussy. Blaise soothed the ache growing inside me by sliding his finger along my slit and then plunging into my cunt. He kissed a path from my tits up my neck, pausing to nibble along the way. When he finally claimed my mouth I sighed, relishing the shivers that ran down my spine as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. His kisses possessed me fully.

Blaise turned to the bed and swept the remaining laundry into the basket. It was an organized action for such a passionate guy, but every now and then bits of Craig did shine through. He grabbed a few of pairs of tights from the top of the basket.

“On the bed. Spread your arms and legs.”

I did as I was told, careful to position myself exactly in the center of the mattress.

“First, I’m going to tie you up, and then I’m going to fuck you — hard. Got it?”

I nodded, trying to contain my excitement.

Blaise joined me on the bed, kneeling between my parted thighs as he tied one wrist, then the other, to our headboard. Once he was satisfied with my bonds, he placed his hands on my thighs, slowly sliding his way down to my ankles. Then he tied those, too, making sure I was securely affixed to the bed.

My body was stretched out like a starfish. Every bit of me was open for him to take.

He slid off the bed and stood before me, admiring his handiwork. “You make a very pretty picture, all tied up like that.”

I wiggled my hips against the mattress in response, desperate for him.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he commented, walking around the bed to catch me from every angle. “But I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”

Blaise stood beside me, his hand hovering over my clit and teasing me with possibilities but committing to nothing. He pulled his hand away and popped the button on his jeans and sliding down his zipper, freeing his thick cock. Blaise worked himself slowly, sliding his hand from base to tip while I looked on helplessly.

“You want this?”

“Yes, please!”

Blaise laughed wickedly. “You’ll get it when I’m ready.”

He turned, opening the door to my closet. What was he looking for? My mind whirled with possibilities.

“Ah, this will work!”

Blaise reappeared at my side with my mink stole. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking his time and not revealing his plan right away. “One more thing,” he muttered almost to himself as he tossed his shirt over my eyes and the world went dark.

I felt the bed shift, heard the springs creak, and waited. Blaise slowly slid the fur across my thigh, sending deliciously torturous sensations along my skin. I whimpered, torn between wanting the tickling to end and needing the intensity of his touch.

Blaise dragged the fur from my thigh to my abdomen, skirting around my throbbing clit. When the soft tingles made it to my breasts I gasped, thrusting my tits upward as much as possible. I wasn’t very successful; Blaise’s bondage held me tight. As I wriggled helplessly, he circled my nipples; the sinful sensations made them pucker.

Just when I was going to cry out in frustration, Blaise went on the move again. He made the fur glide down the right side of my abdomen and my leg, all the way to my toes, then repeated the process on my left side. All the while he avoided the place that was most desperate for his attention. It was maddening!

The fur reached my décolletage. I started to whimper again, and finally Blaise took pity on me. The fur shot straight to my slit, gently caressing my clit and sending shock waves throughout my body. I groaned, trying to raise my hips as Blaise continued to tease my swollen bud with the silky fur.

“My body was stretched out like a starfish. Every bit of me was open for him.”

“More. Please, Blaise, I need more,” I breathed, desperate for his dick, or tongue, or even a finger — I’d take anything!

He chuckled. “Soon, don’t worry.”

The fur continued to dance across my pussy, pulling me so close to an orgasm I nearly cried in frustration. “Please!”

Blaise bounced the bed, sending me flying as high as my restraints would allow. “You want more?”

I bit my lip, nodding frantically.

“I’ll give you more.”

Lunging between my spread thighs, he slammed his cock into me. I cried out with delight.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice coming out as a growl as he pounded my pussy.

“Yes, yes — oh God, yes!”

Blaise slid a hand under my ass, cradling my cheeks as he angled my hips to force his dick even deeper inside me. Every thrust brought him in direct contact with my G-spot, my pussy quivering as he drove me toward release.

Blaise’s chest brushed against my nipples as he whispered in my ear, “When you fuck your husband later, I want you to think of me.”

His words sparked my climax, making me tumble over the edge into orgasm. I moaned helplessly as my pussy tightened around his cock, my body shattering into a thousand little pieces.

My cunt flooded with wetness, making my passage extra-slick. He ground his hips into mine, and a few muttered curses told me he was on the cusp. His thrusts grew harder and faster as his breathing became more erratic.

A groan marked his final plunge, and I felt his cock throb inside me as it released pulse after pulse of semen. I gasped as Blaise slowly withdrew his length. The bed shifted again, and I could sense his gaze on me. He gently lifted his shirt from my eyes, reacquainting me with the real world. I blinked against the light, feeling both sated and sexy.

“Did I give you everything you needed?”

“You bet.”

He chuckled. “Well, I better get out of here before your husband gets home.”

I nodded. “That’s probably a good idea.”

Blaise reached over my shoulder, freeing one wrist, then the other. Able to move a bit, I sat up on the bed, drinking in my last look at Blaise for the week as he loosened the bonds around my ankles.

“I’ll miss you, Blaise.”

He smiled. “I know, baby, but that’s what makes this so fun.” He turned from me, plucking his pants from the floor and pulling them on. “I’m out of here, but I’ll see you again next week.”

He placed a final kiss on my lips before turning and walking out the door, leaving me naked and alone on my bed. Craig would return home later that evening, and everything would go back to normal — until Blaise’s next visit. I’d be counting the days.

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