I Blindfolded My Husband and It Didn’t Go So Well

Things went much better when we switched

I loved being blindfolded during sex, but I hadn’t done it for more than ten years.

Early in my relationship with my husband, he would occasionally blindfold me while we fooled around or had sex.

He was there for the most memorable instance, too, but we weren’t alone.

I was really attracted to his best friend. He was tall, slim, tattooed, and checked almost all of my boxes.

He lived out of province and was fairly nomadic, so we didn’t see him often. When we did, he usually would stay over for an extended visit.

This was one of those times. He was at our place for a couple of weeks. And I was really hoping to take advantage of it.

Mr. Austin and I had talked about the possibility of having a threesome with him. His friend had confided to him that he found me really cute, and his stay was coming to an end so I had to make a move.

My boyfriend had gone to work an evening shift, and I spent the night hitting on his friend.

I wanted to lay the groundwork, flirt with him a bit, try to entice him. But he was older and so mature that it intimidated me, so I had to drink my way to some courage before hitting on him.

There’s nothing subtle about the way I flirt when I’m drunk. I probably came on a little bit aggressively, but it didn’t matter because it worked.

Mr. Austin came home from a nine-hour shift of factory work and it wasn’t long before all three of us wound up in bed together.

I’m a bit shy, and being with two men at once made me feel just a little too exposed. Just how attracted I was to our friend made me feel a smidge more embarrassed than usual, too.

So, they came up with a solution to put me at ease. They blindfolded me.

With my eyes covered, they undressed and touched me. I could feel their hands on me but I had to guess whose hands were where.

When they took turns going down on me, it was obvious who was getting me off. I knew Mr. Austin’s tongue really well and his friend’s lip rings were hard to miss. But it didn’t matter — not being able to see still made it thrilling.

Having the blindfold over my eyes let me focus on all the sensations I was experiencing — and there were plenty. I had two men worshipping my body and all I could do was enjoy it. It really doesn’t get any better than that.

I already liked blindfolds, but that night made me fall in love with them.

But the odd thing is that I was never blindfolded again after that night.

I still liked the kinkiness of it, but I was starting to get really self-conscious about my body and my appearance.

With the exception of that threesome, which took place under strung up twinkle lights, I only had sex in the dark.

Total darkness kind of defeats the point of wearing a blindfold. So, for more than ten years, it never occurred to me or my husband to use one.

This year, I made it a point to work on my insecurities. They’ve had a hold on me for over a decade and I’ve had enough. A lot of my insecurities have to do with my body, so I’ve been trying to let myself be a little more exposed and vulnerable during sex.

I made some progress. At this point, I can almost always be naked (except for my socks) when I’m fucking my husband.

Total darkness is rare now. I’ll get undressed while candles are lit, while the laptop screen is playing some porn, and even sometimes when the sun is still up.

There’s no hiding anymore. Being exposed has made me curious about trying blindfolds again. And that’s just what I did the other night.

Blindfolding Mr. Austin

I expose myself during sex and foreplay, but I’m still self-conscious. And there are some positions I can’t do comfortably because they make me feel like I’m on display.

I thought I could be less inhibited and a little more wild if my husband couldn’t see me. I could fuck him freely, in whatever positions I wanted.

So, I had him slip on the blindfold so I could have my way with him.

I had a few little plans for what I would do to him when he was blindfolded. But as I stood in front of him and looked at him laid out on the bed, completely naked except for his eyes, I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t want to just stand there drawing a blank, so I started with what seemed like the most obvious thing I could do to a blindfolded man. I stroked his cock a bit and then kneeled down to suck him off.

I licked and kissed his shaft. I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock. I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his erection. I bobbed my head up and down and listened to the groans it elicited from him.

When it got too much for my mouth, I spent a little while rubbing his spit-slicked cock. While stroking him, it occurred to me that the blindfold didn’t actually change much. It mostly felt the same, though knowing he wasn’t looking at me was a little out of the ordinary.

When I was done with him, I laid on my back and pulled him on top of me.

“Okay,” I said, “it’s your turn to do a little work.”

He spread my legs and started licking my pussy. He paused for a moment to tease me by saying “I guess we’re doing all the same things we normally do even when I’m blindfolded.” I shoved his head back down. “You don’t need your eyes for this,” I told him. “You can use your muscle memory.”

And use it he did. He knew his way around my body even without his eyesight.

After getting me off with his tongue a few times, I made him lie on his back and I straddled him. Riding him cowgirl is one of those things that makes me feel a little too exposed. I don’t normally do it unless I really want it and I’m feeling intensely horny. With his blindfold on, it should be more pleasurable for me.

I rode him and he thrust his hips up to fuck me more deeply. I felt his hands grab and slap my ass while I came on his cock.

Fucking him like that was fun — really fun. But it wasn’t because of the blindfold. It was because his hands were on me, his cock was in me at a great angle, and he was still putting in the effort to pump into me. The fact that he couldn’t see made me feel a bit less self-conscious but it still didn’t make much of a difference.

Blindfolding him was a bit of a let-down. He didn’t seem to be having any more fun than he normally did — he just couldn’t see all the stuff he loves to see.

And I didn’t feel any less inhibited. I just did the same things I do to him when he can see.

I worried blindfold play had just lost its charm. Maybe it was kinky in my late teens but lost its appeal in my thirties.

But then we decided to switch and it changed everything.

Submitting to My Daddy

Mr. Austin took the blindfold off his eyes and slipped it over mine.

As soon as my eyes were covered, he said “Now it’s your turn. I’m taking over.”

Him taking away my ability to see. Those words. It just worked. A wave of arousal poured over me. My breathing quickened instantly. My heart rate sped up.

It’s like everything had just fallen into place.

It hit me in that moment. I wasn’t all that aroused before. My husband isn’t exactly an alpha male, but blindfolding him felt a little off. It put him in a submissive role he’s not used to playing and that I’m not used to seeing him in.

Neither of us found it appealing or particularly erotic. He prefers to be in charge, to take the lead, to take control. And I get off on being the more submissive one. I prefer giving up control instead of taking some of his.

Blindfolding him was awkward because it’s like I had taken on his role instead of sliding into mine.

When the blindfold was over my eyes instead, everything felt right. It represented and enhanced our dynamic — I’m the submissive sexual little spoon and he’s the daddy taking the lead.

He went down on me again. This time, it was different. Not because of the way he used his tongue, but because with my eyesight obscured, I could just let go and immerse myself in every sensation.

He took his mouth off me for a few moments so he could get a set of silicone handcuffs from one of my sex toy drawers. As he slipped them over my wrists, I felt even more vulnerable than before and I felt a deep trust for him. It was so sexy and intimate that by the time he put his face between my legs again, I was even more aroused than before.

While eating me out, he shifted to a position where I could reach his cock. With my wrists bound, I had a difficult time grabbing it, but I loved the challenge and felt like a proud little bottom when I managed to hold and play with it.

As I discovered, there’s nothing easy about a handcuffed handjob. But I’m nothing but determined when a dick I want is near me.

I couldn’t pull my wrists apart, so I decided to give Mr. Austin a double-handed handjob. One hand wrapped around his shaft, the other around his head.

My hands stayed slick the whole time because he was dripping so much more precome than usual. I guess my blindfold and handcuffs excited him, too.

I used my palm to give extra friction and stimulation to the head of his cock while working both hands up and down the length of it.

With limited mobility, I decided to make use of my thumbs. I rubbed them against the head of his cock and the area around his frenulum.

Trying my best to jerk him off while cuffed made me feel really subby. It gave me so much pleasure and I was surprised by just how much it turned me on.

When he was done going down on me, he grabbed my thigh, lifted my leg, and started fucking me.

I had to keep my hands above my head at all times, which made me highly aware that I was still bound.

Even though I don’t normally have my eyes open during sex, being blindfolded still made me feel like I had given up some control, like it had something taken from me. It made it feel a little more like I was being fucked instead of doing the fucking.

He made me turn over onto my stomach so he could fuck me from behind. I already love a prone position because it compromises my range of motion. There’s just not much I can do when I’m flat on my stomach and the weight of his body is pinning me down. The blindfold just accentuated that even more.

After, we moved into some spooning positions and fucked a while longer. Then, he decided to get my favorite vibrator and use it to get me off.

When I use that toy, it’s usually to finish myself off while lying on my stomach. But I stayed on my back and let him go to work on my pussy.

I’m extremely familiar with that toy — I’ve been using it regularly for years — but having him use it on me at different angles, with different degrees of pressure, and with different motions made me feel a lot of new sensations.

I was worried I wouldn’t get myself there. It wasn’t the way I used the toy. It wasn’t the way I knew would work. But I was blindfolded, cuffed, and ready to play my subby role. I was his. I let him do as he pleased. And I was enjoying every second of it.

He jerked himself off while using the toy on me. He rarely comes before I do, so I was a little surprised when I felt his come splatter just above my pussy.

After he covered me in his come, he fingered me and rubbed his fingertips against my G-spot while moving the vibrating rabbit ears around my clit.

It took me longer to get off than it does when I use the toy on my own, but I got there. He persevered and kept buzzing my clit until I had an orgasm so strong I burst into uncontrollable laughter at the end (yes, it’s a thing — and it’s also very, very good).

Having blindfolded sex was so fucking hot that once we were done, I kept getting turned on just thinking about it. I had barely recovered my breath but his gentle touch on my skin got me hot again.

I didn’t put the blindfold back on, but we did go for a second round. We stayed up much later than expected. We were both physically exhausted. But it was all worth it.

I Knew I Loved Blindfolds — I Just Didn’t Know Why

I had stopped using blindfolds because I stopped having sex that had any kind of visual component.

I was self-conscious and I let the darkness take care of that for me.

I thought blindfolding my husband would take care of it, too. If I wasn’t feeling like I was on display, I would be able to have uninhibited, wild sex without worrying about the way I looked.

But what I learned from playing with a blindfold is that making me feel less exposed isn’t the real role it plays for us. It’s not the reason using one is so hot.

We have our roles when it comes to sex. We try a lot of different things. We keep experimenting. We’re playful and exploratory. We never know what to expect when we’re fucking because we make sure not to fall into a rut. But there’s one thing that doesn’t change: I stay in the submissive role and he stays in the dominant one.

Anything else feels unnatural for me and just doesn’t work for us.

When we fucked that night, I discovered that any accessory or toy that highlights or intensifies those roles feels incredibly arousing.

That dynamic is one that we fall into very naturally. But having him blindfold me helped us slip into it even deeper. It made me feel more vulnerable, trusting, and taken care of. It made him take charge more and guide me through the whole experience.

Blindfolding my husband was a fail. But having him blindfold me made me question why we waited so long to do it again.

I love encouraging people to keep experimenting and exploring. You never know what will turn you on and you don’t always know why it will turn you on. So, try something to spice up your sex life, whether it’s something as elaborate as a fancy sex toy or something as simple as a silky strip of cloth you ordered on the cheap from Amazon.

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