I had one hell of a day at work! I was so tired that the thought of celebrating my birthday had not even entered my mind. I had at least 150 phone calls today, many of them emergencies in the minds of the callers. It must have been a full moon. No, it was worse than that.
Anyway, I walked in the door and the first thing I did was poor myself a stiff drink. Perhaps my overwrought brain would feel less fried with the proper treatment. My wife called from upstairs “Are you finally home? I have been trying to call you all day and your phone was busy for the last five hours. I thought maybe you were trying to dodge me on your birthday?”
“No, bud, I was just so tired of answering today. I thought the phone would never die and I would never get to come home. I wasn’t trying to avoid you, just getting through the day. I hope you didn’t prepare to do too much tonight…” My voice trailed off as my wife came down the stairs. I was silent.
She was wearing a spandex tank dress (for her any color is the absence of black, so we know what color it was), low cut, with seamed stockings and heels.
I was speechless. I almost had to pick my jaw up off the floor.
“I know you always wanted to take me out if I was dressed HOT as you would say. I have reservations at the Rialto. I chose that one because you could watch me walk to the ladies’ room from our table.”
I didn’t say much because we had the house to ourselves and, yes, this was a visceral treat.
“And I called your co-manager. He will be backup tonight so you can leave your cell phone at home and relax.
Tell me twice—I don’t think so. My drink was downed in a swallow and I went up to freshen up quickly so my wife’s mood wouldn’t change. I marveled that she took the time to get long nails and matched toenail polish, fingernail polish and lipstick. All a dark red and very sophisticated. I felt I was going to get lucky tonight. Oh boy.
We made it through tapas and drinks. Damned if she didn’t take that long walk to the ladies room twice while we were there. Got my attention and the attention of many of the other male patrons, too.
It took a while and I was feeling rather good and loose when we finally got home. My wife told me to go upstairs and “get comfortable” and she would be up in a moment. Like I needed to be told twice.
She came in the room with a rather wicked grin and about 50 feet of rope. She laid me back on the bed, and straddled my chest, telling me to hold out my hands. I was staring at her and complying, hungrily wondering what was next. She tied me hands with five turns of rope and then three cinch wraps in the middle, leaving almost a four-foot tail of rope.
Leaning over me (O God, the cleavage—my wife may be over 40 but she still has a 36-25-37 figure with legs to die for, yes, I am lucky!), she tied that rope tail to the headboard dead center. She then spread my legs and tied each to the bedpost. I have been asking for this for almost twenty years and today of all days I was getting bound and laid. Whoa.
Fully dressed she straddled my body, and asked how I was. Then she turned and sucked my penis. Slowly and with great deliberation. I moaned. Staring at her spandexed backsides while she did that was almost too much. This kept up for almost five minutes. I was straining not to explode.
Then my wife stripped off her dress and revealed a black demi bra and the fact the stockings were thigh highs and there was little else. She started licking my whole body while I stared at hers. It is a good thing we have a sturdy headboard because I was becoming unglued.
Then she sat across my chest and began to fondle herself. Just about two inches from my mouth. I put my tongue to good use as I could. She backed away slightly and brought out one of her toys and started it up. She began to grind and moan right next to my face, but just out of reach. I was frustrated but enjoying.
She then started to lick my penis again. I thought I was going to burst. Whenever she pulled away I would start to dry hump the air. This was kept up for over fifteen minutes until I thought my mind would fade away.
My wife reached across me and grabbed a three foot leather thong and started to wrap my testicles and then my penis very methodically. Very slow, very, very tight—first up then back down. Then she wrapped the base of my penis and tightened that off. I couldn’t come if I wanted to trussed up like that and believe me, I did.
Then my wife did something that caused me to moan. She mounted my captive shaft. She rode and rode, coming to orgasm at least twice. I was starting to get very load in my moans of frustration, so she covered my mouth with her hand. After her second orgasm, she just laid on top of me. I was so horny. God, I wanted to come.
After moments of relaxation, she got up and started to untie my ankles.
17.10.06