My Kinky Boyfriend, And Our Kinky Friends With Benefits

Published early on our Previews page on Sunday, January 11, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Monday, January 12, 2026.

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I have a very kinky boyfriend who did something that I never really expected him to do. When he did it, I ended up having my first ever female ejaculation. It was mind blowing!

The first time that I found out how kinky my boyfriend is was when he started sucking my toes while he was giving me a foot massage. Because I was lying face down while he was massaging my feet, and he was behind me with my feet in his lap, I couldn't see what he was doing. I can only tell you that it felt amazing!

Instead of saying anything to him, or turning my head to take a look, I just laid there, and continued to enjoy the sensation of having my toes sucked. He also started kissing my soles, and licking them with his tongue. It felt amazing!

After a few minutes of having my feet worshiped, which is really what he was doing, I finally said to him, "That feels incredible!"

"I'm glad you like it," he replied. "Has anybody ever worshiped your feet before?"

"Never," I told him, "but I could get used to this."

"I hope you will," he replied. "I've been wanting to do this for a while now."

"Do you have like a foot fetish, or something?" I asked.

"I do have a foot fetish," he answered, "but even if I didn't, your feet are so perfect, I'd probably want to worship them anyway. I'm surprised that you haven't had them worshiped before."

"I've never known anyone with a foot fetish before, so it doesn't surprise me," I told him. "So do you have any other kinks I should know about?" I asked with a playful laugh.

"I'm not so sure I should tell you," he answered. "You might think it's too weird. I think most people do."

"Weirder than having a foot fetish?" I asked.

"You'd probably think so since you think that having a foot fetish is weird," he answered.

"I didn't mean to say it's weird," I clarified. "It just different. But different in a good way. Obviously, I love having my feet worshiped, so I'm glad that you have a foot fetish. Like I said, I could get used to this. So are you going to tell me about your other kinks?"

"I might as well," he laughed.

When he told me that he has a fetish for bondage, I was intrigued. When I told him that I had never been tied up before, but I wondered what it would be like, he playfully suggested that I let him tie me up. I was really curious about it, so I told him that he could tie me up as long as he promised to untie me if I didn't like it.

He promised me that if it wasn't my cup of tea, he'd of course untie me, so I told him the next time he came over, he could tie me up as long as he worshiped my feet again. When he told me that worshiping feet, and bondage go hand in hand really well, I actually got a little wet from the idea of it.

The next night when he came over, he brought bondage gear with him, which included a blindfold. That first time he tied me up was so sexually rewarding that it became a thing that we'd often do when we had sex. I was hooked on being blindfolded, and tied up for sex, especially while having my feet worshiped. What's not to like about it? I get to lay there, and do nothing while he's the one giving me pleasure, and getting me off.

One of the things he liked to do was to pretend that he was another man who'd been invited to surprise me, which was something I found to be very exciting. Sometimes he liked to pretend that he was a woman, which I also found exciting even though I'm only sexually attracted to men. When he pretended to be two different people at the same time, which he was surprisingly good at doing, that was especially exciting.

To make the pretending seem real, he would step away just outside of the bedroom, and whisper or talk quietly as if he was talking to other people. One time when he placed a piece of cloth that he had doused in perfume that I didn't use to make me think that he actually brought a woman over to surprise, and play with me, I was so convinced that he had brought a woman over that I had him take off my blindfold so that I could see that he was the only one in the room with me after he insisted that he was just pretending.

That's how I found out about him dousing that piece of cloth with an unfamiliar perfume. He showed it to me, and he showed me what he had done. In retrospect, it never occurred to me that two things could be true at the same time. He could have done what he told me he had done, but he could have also brought a woman over, and had her leave the room when I wanted him to take off my blindfold.

Part of me wanted to believe that a woman or a couple had played with me, and even gotten me off without me knowing. I often imagined it while he pretended to be other people. It was almost getting to the point when I really wanted him to surprise me with other people. I never admitted that to him, but I did tell him how excited his pretending made me. In retrospect, I now realize that I effectively gave him permission to surprise me with other people for real.

After a few months of acting out this particular scenario of having him surprise me with other people, which again isn't something that I thought he'd actually do, he ended up doing exactly that. I'll never forgot the night that it happened. As I eluded to at the top of my story, when it did happen, I ended up having my first ever female ejaculation, which again, was mind blowing!

The first clue that told me he had arranged to surprise me with another person for real was when I heard somebody knocking on my door. He had never pretended to do that before, which I'm not even sure how he'd be able to pretend that kind of thing. A few times he did ask me if I heard anybody at the door before leaving the room to check, but that was the extent of it. There was never any actual knocking. It was all pretend. This time the knocking was real.

"Hang on a sec," he said to me. "Let me check to see if it's a delivery. I'll be right back."

I get deliveries all the time, so I figured that it could be a delivery since I had some things on the way that hadn't been delivered yet.

A few moments later my boyfriend came back into the room, and told me that a delivery had been made, and that he had put it on my dining room table. I didn't give it a second thought when I felt him worshiping my feet again. Even when I felt what seemed like two people worshiping both of my feet at the same time, I didn't think much about it since he's gotten really good at making me think that there are actually two people playing with me.

One time, out of curiosity, he even showed me how he pretended to be two people. While sucking on the toes of one of my feet, he'd stretch his arm over to my other foot, and kind of jerk off my big toe with his thumb, and fingers if that makes any sense. Basically, he'd lube his thumb, and fingers with edible massage oil, and cup them over my toes as if somebody else's mouth was doing it.

You'd be surprised at what can be imagined, and believed when you're blindfolded.

So there I was, imagining that he had brought somebody over to help him play with me. Happily ensconced in my own bedroom with my very kinky boyfriend, my imagination began to ramp up the possibilities. I imagined that a 3rd person had added themselves to the mix, and then a 4th person. When my imagination added yet another person to make it seem like there were 5 people who were playing with me at the same time, I could hardly believe how wild my imagination could be, and how incredibly excited I was by it.

When I first climaxed from the intense pleasure I was feeling from what I had been imagining to be real, I suddenly realized that what I was imagining was in fact real.

One person was sucking the toes of one of my feet. Another person was sucking the toes of my other foot. One person was stimulating the nipple of one of my breasts, and another person was doing the same with the nipple of my other breast. A 5th person was expertly stimulating my pussy, and clit with their mouth, tongue, and a couple of vibrating sex toys.

In that moment, when the reality of what was happening hit me, the orgasm I was having quickly became multiple orgasms until I started squirting uncontrollably. I had never squirted before, so it was a new experience for me, and it was one that was intensely pleasurable. I actually heard myself begging for them to stop because the pleasure of it was so intense.

They did stop; not immediately, but they did stop. But then they went back at it with me, and because by then my pussy and clit were so sensitive, they had me squirting again within seconds. They knew what was happening to me. I didn't, but they explained it to me. I was having female ejaculations. They gleefully kept inducing forced orgasms from my naked, and bound body to make me squirt over, and over again. It was exhausting, but also intensely pleasurable!

A couple of times, because of how much I struggled in my restraints from the intense pleasure of it all, my blindfold pushed itself up a bit just enough for me to get quick peeks at some of the people on the bed with me. Two of them were women I recognized. They're married to a couple of my boyfriend's male friends, which I was pretty sure I was also able to identify.

I didn't see my boyfriend when my blindfold pushed itself off of my eyes for me to take those quick peeks, but I was sure that he was there, which he confirmed to me later on after everybody he had brought over to play with me left.

When he asked if I was able to see whom he had brought over to surprise me, I lied by telling him that I wasn't able to take a good enough look even though he knew that the blindfold had slipped away from my eyes a couple of times. That was mostly true, but I was still able to identify his friends before the blindfold fully covered my eyes again.

"My blindfold slipped away a couple of times," I told him, "but before my eyes could adjust to the light so that I could see clearly enough to see anybody, somebody pushed my blindfold back over my eyes again."

"That was me," he told me, "and then I made sure it couldn't slip off again."

He had made sure by tying something around the blindfold itself to keep it in place.

"Do I know any of them?" I asked as if I didn't already know the answer.

With a laugh, he replied, "I can't tell you that."

"You mean you won't," I replied.

"I'd rather not say one way or the other," he told me. "Can we leave it at that?"

"I guess so," I replied.

He was being playful, and so was I. The biggest part of me would have wanted to know, so I'm glad that I saw who they were. Another part of me wished that I hadn't been able to identify his friends. I thought that it might have been hotter that way; at least for them. On the other hand, I liked that I knew who they were, especially when they had no idea that I knew. I was curious about how they'd interact with me given what they did to get me off while they had me tied, and helpless to stop them.

In the meantime, my boyfriend and I decided together that I'd let him blindfold me, and tie me up again so that he could "bring the same people over" to play with me, and get me off again. Both of us had a great time, and so did they, which made sense to have them over again. We looked forward to it, and so did they.

When they came over again to have their way with me while I was tied up, and blindfolded, they induced forced orgasms from me until I squirted uncontrollably again. Our play date was intense, and obviously very rewarding. Our mutual friends with benefits didn't say a word the whole time out of fear that I'd figure out their identities.

Including my boyfriend, I liked that none of them realized that I knew them to be my lovers. That secret was mine. They've been over to have their way with me a few times now, and I always look forward to our next play date.