He hurt her. He may not of intended to, but he had. Thomas was just preoccupied with other things. He didn't think that it would matter that much. When Teresa, his wife, suggested a nice hot shower, he made some excuse not to partake of the offer. In doing so, he upset her. If he had of thought what it meant to her, he would never have said he didn't want to.
She had said it was fine, and went off to bed. When Thomas followed her to bed a few hours later, he knew she was still awake, but when she feigned sleep, he let it pass, thinking that she was just tired. Teresa was forming a plan. She knew that she wanted to make him think about what it meant to her. As memories of passed showers that they had shared filtered through her mind her smiled... it was at that moment, that the plan she was tossing about formed completely. Having decided on a course of action, she gave a deep sigh and settled down to sleep.
The next day proved to be a usual day. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Thomas went on about his plans for the day while Teresa made her plans for the evening to come. With a satisfied grin, she made sure everything she'd need was well hidden, but within easy reach.
When Thomas returned that evening, Teresa had a nice hot bath ready for him. Helping him out of his clothes, she washed his back for him and left him to his own devices. They had a light dinner after which, Thomas said he was going to bed. A quick peck on the cheek and he was off to bed. Teresa made sure he was asleep before going into the bedroom herself. Two hours later, when she entered the bedroom, he was snoring peacefully, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a giveaway to deep sleep. A sly smile crossed Teresa's face as she quickly implemented her plan.
Thomas never moved. He knew that something was holding him down though, when he tried to move, he couldn't. When he looked around him, he could see nothing. How in the world could this have happened to him?
Panic filled him. "Wh-what is happening? What are you doing?"
"Shhhh... don't think... feel. " she whispered as her lips continued to play on his neck.
At 33, Thomas never thought he'd ever end up like this. Tied to his own bed, stripped naked, and blindfolded. Tugging at the ties that bound him, he discovered that he wasn't tied as tightly as he'd first thought. If he wanted to, he could release himself, but something told him to stay right where he was... to see where she would take this.
The softness of Teresa's lips were intoxicating to him. His heartbeat was strong and fast and he just knew that she could feel it pulsing beneath her lips. When she bit his neck lightly, he was lost to her.
She knew that he could get loose if he chose to, but was glad to see that he stayed as she'd tied him. She wanted to experiment a little with him, in hopes that he might like it. From her vantage point, poised directly above him as she was, he seemed to enjoy it a lot already. A smile played across her lips as they followed a torturous path down his body. His chest, heaving with each breath, was adorned with several small kisses as she slid over to his nipple. Once her teeth grazed it, she knew she had him. His nipples are sensitive enough, more ticklish if truth be known, but he enjoyed it just the same. Letting her tongue slip from her mouth, she led a trail down to his stomach... as her tongue slipped into his belly button to swirl around, HE knew she had him.
Thomas was content to lay as relaxed as possible, until she got to his stomach. A slow moan escaped him as she pressed her tongue into his belly button. It was one of his weaknesses that she loved to play on. After 10 years of marriage and a "usual" sex life, this was definitely something different. Having never been tied, or even THOUGHT of being tied, well, this was certainly turning out to be interesting.