Cover Her Eyes
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The erotic tale of a couple and the games they play. Isabel yearns to indulge their fantasies and it’s Adam’s business and pleasure to bring his wife’s passionate sexual craving to life. Warning - story contains scenes involving blindfold, restraint, group sex with strangers, ménage - suitable for adults only. More
Agile and fast, an avid and accomplished rugby player since his school days, my husband, Adam plays Right Wing for our local team; I usually watch from the sidelines when the boys have a home fixture. However, that Saturday we’d agreed that I’d go shopping with my friends, and drive over to collect him after the match.
As it turned out, perhaps I got just a little more than I bargained for...
When I arrived, there were only a few cars in the car park, not necessarily unusual, because players often made arrangements so they could have a drink after the match. The away team invariably travelled by coach, but there was no sign of that either, which did seem strange, in fact, everything felt odd. I parked anyway and headed for the entrance.
Walking inside, I found the club deserted too.
‘Halloo! Halloo!’ I called, my voice echoing around the empty room, the bar shutters were down and nobody was around.
‘Hello,’ I called again, as loudly as I could, ‘is anybody there?’ heart hammering beneath my ribcage, pumping adrenaline through my veins. Instinct told me something weird was going on.
‘Must’ve got the time muddled,’ I whispered to myself for comfort, rattling the car keys in my hand, making a reassuringly normal noise.
‘Yes, there’s been some sort of hitch,’ I thought, deciding to retrace my steps, return to the car and call Adam from my mobile.
The phone rang before I had a chance to turn around, and fumbling for it in my bag, I cursed the fact that I never, but never, use the pocket for it.
‘Damn!’ I swore loudly, finally getting my hand to the blasted thing as it fell mute.
It pinged a few seconds later.
‘You have one new message,’ said the text.
I pressed ‘retrieve’ and listened.
‘I’m in the changing rooms, come in and find me,’ said Adam’s voice, restoring my confidence.
Relief flooded through me, knowing the layout of the place like the back of my hand, smiling to myself, I marched purposefully across the darkened room toward the rear of the clubhouse.
It had been the team’s home ground for years and we’d held many parties there, making full use of the facilities for all kinds of functions. In fact, we were due to hold a quiz night soon. Well! I was certainly quizzical about what was going on that evening, because it was out of the ordinary - that much was clear.
‘Adam! Adam!’ I called, turning the handle on the changing room door.
‘In here,’ his voice replied.
‘Thank goodness,’ I exhaled softly, anxiety abating, ‘what are you doing? I was scared out of my wits, why don’t you have the light on? It’s as black as pitch...I’ll just...’
I didn’t have time to finish before hands grabbed hold of my arms from behind! Stunned, I dropped my phone and keys; they clattered to the floor, as the sound of more than one person breathing heavily next to me penetrated my senses. A heady mix of aftershave and deodorant assailed my nostrils, the mixed aromas unpleasant but alluring at the same time. I tried to hold my breath.
Someone took my bag.