"When will you be home? I'm having naughty thoughts without you," she wrote.
She had caught his lingering eye as she stepped out of the shower this morning before heading to work. As he kissed her goodbye her hand glanced across his crotch and she felt his hadness strain against his pants as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
They had been teasing eachother all day.
And now she imagined him driving home, the look on his face, the bulge of his cock against his pants, driving him wild with anticipation, she wondered how she could whip him up into such a state of desire he would bound in and take her.
As she soaked in the bath she thought of him, wanting him and wanting him to just take her.
A thought popped into her head, and she smiled as she stepped out of the tub. She headed around the house, turning off the harsh lights and replacing them with soft candlelight as she went. Her imagination ran wild when she lit candles and turned off all the lights in her bedroom.
As she rummaged through the dresser, she found something that caught her eye. A pair of thigh-high stockings. She knew how much he loved them.
She slipped them on and paired them with her tallest black heels. As she applied red lipstick and eyeliner, her curly hair was tousled. As she looked back at herself, she felt sexy and confident. There was no doubt she was a temptress.
Looking down at her breasts, she rummaged through her drawers until she found a bottle of massage oil. After dripping it over them, she slowly massaged them until her nipples were erect. She continued to rub it on herself. Her soft stomach, thighs, and between her legs, resisting the temptation to bury her fingers deeper. She could already feel how wet she was. Once again, she traced her fingers to the point of release, but she pulled them back.
She imagined the perfect temptation trap, eager to be caught out, caught out being naughty. She poured herself another tall drink for herself and one for him. As she lay on the bed, she opened her iPad and scanned for something naughty and prevocative.
The scene she chose featured a couple being explored by strangers outdoors, and her screen lit up with the sounds of sex and images of pleasure without limit. It was intoxicating, watching the sea of yearning skin.
In her mind, she could see the look on his face as he walked in. She was slick with oil, stockinged, wearing red lipstick, and laying on their bed as she watched an orgy unfold. The sounds, sights and scents of erotica would fill the four walls.
She wanted this. A perfect setting. To tempt him and make him unable to restrain his desire to take her. She waited and hoped he would be home soon. She knew she could not hold back much longer.
He opened the front door, and the house was dark. He called out to her, nothing. Perhaps she was still in the bath.
A slight racing sensation ran through his body. Even though he knew the items in the bag he had picked up on the way home were racy, he also knew they had never shied away from trying new things, and tonight seemed to be one of those nights.
An empty bathroom greeted him when he opened the door. The bath was still hot, candles were burning. Something caught his eye on the mirror of the vanity. The note in red lipstick instructed him to make his way to the bedroom.
He heard sex sounds coming from the other side of the door as he approached it. His jaw dropped when he opened it.
All fours on the bed. A radiant sheen covered her skin. Her hand was firmly nestled between her thighs. In an attempt to fake a gasp, she looked over her shoulder and made a mock pout with her gorgous lips.
As she almost whispered to him, "I'm in a funny mood tonight".
He inquired, "What mood would that be?".
Meekly, she replied, "Naughty, horny, and pretty slutty!".
"And what are you watching?" He asked.
In a smile, she said, "I wish we were there watching this couple getting fucked in public".
"That is very naughty," he responded sternly.
"I just can't seem to help myself tonight. I think you need to help me stop being naughty".
"Do you want to stop being naughty?" he asked.
"Nope, am I in trouble?" she asked him.
"Yes, you are in trouble. You have been a very naughty girl and I think you need to be punished," he replied.
"Good," she gasped back as he walked over and placed his hand on her firmly.
"What's in the bag?" she asked as he placed it on the floor.
"Only good girls get to know that and that's not you tonight," he laughed as he softly ran his hand across her ass before squeezing it firmly.
Upon asking her to lie on her back, she teased out another naughty girl pout. Leaning over and kissing her, he pulled out a soft blindfold from the bag. As her tongue dared to enter his mouth, he drew back. Then she tried again, and he softly bit her lip while she gasped.
He placed the blindfold over her eyes and said, "Don't forget, I'm in charge tonight.".
The blindfold was made of a thin, almost opaque mesh. She could slightly make out his form, but not much else. Immediately, she felt her senses heighten. The tease of not being quite able to see felt extra hot. Her senses were heightened. There was a faint aroma of massage oil and incense burning in the room. There was a smell of raspberry and chocolate in the air.
With only the sound of the movie playing on her iPad to accompany her, she imagined the husband's large thick cock entering his wife as she brought another woman to her climax. It sounded delicious, taboo, and absolutely divine, but she could only guess where it was going.
Making out the shape of his body through the blindfold, she could see his tall, strong and commanding presence. He appeared to take his clothes off. She smelt him as he leant over her. There was a masculine smell about him. After feeling soft bindings on her wrists, she smiled as he firmly but gently bound her.
"Now you're mine," he whispered in her ear before softly biting it as she moaned.
An entirely new sensation suddenly engulfed her. There was a sharp sting of heat rather than warmth. Slowly, it trickled down her breasts. With every drip, she gasped. After the sharp sting, she felt the enveloping heat of the oil as it trickled down her body.
A massage wax drip trickled from his fingers, alternately slow and fast. As she arched her body into it, she begged for more. She pleaded with him to drip it on her nipples.
"Not yet, I have something else for them," he returned strongly.
As the wax melted, she felt a sense of slickness envelop her breasts, tummy, and hips. When he leant over, she felt a familiar firmness. Slowly, he placed his cock between her breasts.
"Fuck my tits!" she begged.
He ground into them just enough so she could feel his hardness. She bent her head down.
"Do you want to suck my cock?" He asked her.
"Mmm yes, so badly," she begged.
He placed it between her breasts and just within reach for her to lick the head. He watched her beautiful mouth yearn for it before easing closer so she could place him in her mouth. With hunger, she sucked. Pre-cum glistened on the head, and knowingly she licked it off, almost savoring the taste. When he focused his mouth on her nipples, he took them in his mouth one at a time. He traced them before running his teeth over them, sending shock waves through her.
"Bite them," she begged.
