I can't believe it's already been ten entire years.My name is Jane. Jane Doe. Don't wear it out.I was a thirty year old woman in a loving relationship...with a magnificent husband, who lived in a beautiful dream house in Ohio, USA. Besides onto two crucial details about myself, I was in all accounts, just a normal woman with a normal life.I should probably mention how those two crucial details would make me anything but, though.The first one is that my husband is actually...You. John Doe.That in. On this night I tie my wife blindfolded to the bed and then I have someone come in and fuck her. She never knows who it is, this is way she is being fooled; never knowing who is fucking her and the one fucking her is fooled because he thinks that she thinks it's me.On this night I had decided to let my Dad fuck her. He is in his mid 70's and kept telling me how he hasn't had sex in 6 years. One day I explained to him that Ellen and I play this game where I tie her up and blindfold her and then. They heard the whoosh of the wind, the rush of the highway, the cries and howls of life in the desert. Thick adobe and plaster walls muffled the sound of the world outside.And they couldn’t stay in the room any longer, they had to be out amongst it all, the heat in the room suffocated them, the air poisoned them. A sheen of oily sweat painted their skin. The promise of the sound of the world outside called to them like a sea siren crooning from rocky shores.Clay shucked on his jeans and his tee. My hands were just doing everything in an order and making its way to every part of her. My hands reached on her thighs from the bottom of her mini skirt and slowly reached her love hole. It was so damn hot with its love fluids I was going crazy she too started moving her hands thru my body touches my hot rod on my shorts itself. She grabs it and winks at me asking what is it. To which I said find it yourself. We both were playing with our parts by she pulling foreskin of my dick up and down.