An Early Present…?

My wife had never been tied up…

Happy Birthday!

I sent her a simple text message:

Come Home
Shower
Wait for me, naked…
You are to do what I tell you. You must trust me.  You have no choice.

My wife tends to be on the (sexually) conservative side.  I figure after thirteen years of marriage, it’s time for that to begin to change.

I met her as she climbed out of the shower.  Taking the towel from her hands, I helped her dry her hair, squeezing her long tresses in the soft cloth.  I reached under the towel and grabbed a good handful of hair.  She looked a little surprised as I pulled her head back and kissed her deeply.

I led her out in front of the mirror and she looked as I covered her eyes with a flannel cloth. I began to rub my hands across her body as I led her to the bed. Carefully situating her near the edge of the bed, I laid her down and began to place quick kisses randomly across her entire body. “You’ve been letting yourself go lately,” I said. “We need to clean that up.” With that I proceeded to groom her, first trimming then shaving her entire pubic area. I could see that she was becoming aroused from the attention; the gentle vibrations of the trimmer, the massaging of the shaving cream, the smooth strokes of the razor, and the soothing of the lotion.

After cleaning up a little, I figured it was time to move things up a notch. I sat on the bed above her head and began to rub her cheat and arms. I gently pulled her arms up over her head, and began to wrap a scarf around them.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“So the ropes don’t hurt you,” I replied.

Nothing was said as I began wrapping the ropes around her wrists, one towards each corner of the bed. Nothing fancy, but I do have a sufficient amount of experiences with knots. She wasn’t going anywhere…

“Now that I have your attention, I have not been very happy lately. You want me to be happy, right?”

It can be hard to read expressions when half of somebody’s face is covered, but even the silence vibrated with a ripple of fear.

I moved closer. “You want me to be happy right?” as I smacked her on the outer thigh.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Now that we have that settled, there are things you are going to learn. But you can’t learn everything tonight. So tonight, you are going to learn how to be fucked.”

I picked up on of the smaller toys and proceeded to begin, slowly sliding it into her.  (One nice thing about using a toy is that you get to watch without having to share the person with another man.  The way the perineum flexes or the labium moves as a penis moves in and out is difficult to see when it’s your penis! Not to mention, it is a lot easier to lick her clitoris without another person in the way.) After working the toy most of the way in, I moved in to begin pleasuring her clit with my fingers and tongue. Typically my wife likes to involve her hands at some point, so just knowing that she had to leave it all up to me way highly arousing. It took a little longer for her to relax, but she finally succumbed to her orgasm.

Fortunately for her, this was not the end, but that may be a story for another day…