Crazy Single Blind Experiment

One of the ST members wrote a story recently that made me recall an experience lost in the sands of my mind and time.  Many years ago, I was at a weekend workshop retreat with my wife. It was late at night, and I was with my wife and 2 of her female friends in our suite. After too much alcohol the conversation took a strange turn, and I started to feel a bit embarrassed because my wife said I loved the scent of pussy. The conversation lingered on this subject when my wife commented that she had read a Cosmopolitan magazine article years ago titled, “Meet the Men Obsessed with the Scent of Vagina” and laughed wondering if I might have been one of the ‘guys’ in the article. 

One of the women commented, “What is the big deal, we all smell the same”.  My wife chimed in and cited that I had noted that everyone had a distinctive unique scent.  I felt a bit voyeuristic because I had yet to say anything, and this conversation was between these 3 women with me being the subject. When I was asked to comment I confirmed that everyone has a different scent and said maybe it was pheromones with the hopes of changing the subject.

One of the women asked me if I had ever gone to a blind wine-tasting party where a person is blindfolded, and they try to identify varieties and vintages. I looked at my wife because I suspected the direction this was going.  My wife asked her bluntly what she was suggesting. She said I should be blindfolded, and an experiment be performed to determine if I could identify my wife's scent. My wife said that sounded like fun, without consulting me. I laughed and said, "Hey, Maybe I should be asked?"  I relented after a considerable amount of cajoling.

My wife grabbed her sleep mask and placed it on my head to a chorus of laughter. I was wearing a pair of men's board shorts and a button-up shirt. They said they would be quiet, walk up and touch my shoulder to prompt me. I was to say, “ok” when finished with each. They also said, 'If I needed to scent again, I was to say, one, two, or three'.  I gave the thumbs up and then more laughter, and silence and wait to sound of clothes removal and ….

Shoulder touch I breathed in the pungent scent of sweat and earthy soil and with a hint of coffee of an unfamiliar pussy. OK

OMG I was instantly aroused and could feel myself growing and getting hard.

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Shoulder touch, and number two I recognized instantly my wife's scent which had a tangy almost slight curry-like spicy sweaty scent. OK

Shoulder touch, and the last. Mmmm, much different, almost ginger spicy essence with a hint of pineapple with a hit of the sea and hint of pee.

They asked if I knew which one was my wife and I immediately said, “number two”.

Everyone laughed uproariously. My wife told me not to remove the mask, they were still disrobed. My wife laughed and told her friends that I had obviously enjoyed this little experiment. At the first scent, I had become fully erect. A pre-cum wet spot was growing ever larger on my board shorts. I felt a very wet warm pussy straddle my leg and slip around for a few minutes and another on my right leg, more laughter. My thighs were getting soaked in juices. My wife said it was time to call it an evening and said goodbye to her friends. We had an amazing love-making session with the scent of three pussies under the sheets.