I'd reached that inevitable stage in life that everyone does. I hated my job, my boss was an utter ass-clown, but he paid me too much money to want to leave. I'd come back from holiday the week before, and the gap until the next time I departed these shores for somewhere hotter and sunnier stretched before me in a chasm. My one saving grace was my gorgeous wife, Kelly.
We'd been together for a couple of years, married for about six months. No kids, no plans to have them any time soon. We could do what we wanted. Take a day off together and spend the time screwing? Done. Disappear for a weekend away? What was stopping us? Pee with the door open? Who needs doors? Life was good, whenever I wasn't being bored senseless by my prick of a boss with his endless talk of 'horizon scanning' and 'taking things offline'. Kelly, on the other hand, was perfect. She worked in a gym, no stress, a body that I could eat my dinner off and was more than happy to use that body any way she felt it would please me.
This particular day had been worse than usual. My boss was freshly back from a conference, with a whole new batch of business-speak that seemed designed to make me hate him even more. Once I'd got my 'ducks in a row' naturally.
When I got home, Kelly was in the bathroom. I could hear water running and her attempting to sing. I dumped my mostly empty briefcase in the hallway, kicked off my shoes, loosened my tie and went into the lounge.
'Sweetheart, could you come up here?' Kelly called. It sounded like she was in the bathroom. I bounded up the stairs, always happy to see her in whatever state of undress she presented to me. I reached the first floor landing, tried the bathroom door and was mildly annoyed to find it locked. She never locked the door. I was about to ask her to open it when she told me to go into the bedroom. Mildly annoyed at being deprived at one of my favourite views in the world, I did as I was told.
'Sit on the bed!' she called in. Our bed was positioned to the left of the door, facing the built-in wardrobe that had a full length mirror. I saw the light momentarily flooding into the hallway as she opened the bathroom door, before darkening again as she stepped through the doorway. She peered around, looking pink and flustered, having just got out of the shower. Her dark hair shoulder length was damp, loosely tied back in a ponytail. Her blue eyes sparkled with playfulness.
'Close your eyes...'
I did as I was told.
I felt the bed dip as she climbed on behind me, something being pressed against my face, and tied secured at the back of my head. I felt two hands on my shoulders, forcing me backwards, lying down. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. Blindfolded.
'What are you doing?' I asked. Her reply was to put a finger on my lips.
The cold metal was wrapped around my wrist, and my arm pulled into the air and diagonally away from me. A quiet click and a clang. I shook my wrist, and was rewarded with nothing but the clinking of a chain, and a movement range of around 6 inches. Sudden pressure pushed down on my stomach as I assume she sat astride me and I felt my right arm being moved backwards and diagonally. Another metallic click, and I was trapped.
The pressure on my stomach suddenly lifted, and I got a whiff of perfume and shampoo. I lifted my head backwards, desperately trying to see out of the tiny slits of light at the bottom of my blindfold. I could see darkness and light, no colours, merely a moving silhouette as Kelly walked to the foot of the bed. I heard a soft whump that I guessed was her robe hitting the floor, and then the bed dipped again on both sides of me. I felt her move up my body until the dips were either side of my ribs, before light hit my eyes as she tore off the blindfold.
I blinked a couple of times, as my eyes re-adjusted to the brightness, and looked up at my wife, as she stood above me. Her shapely tanned calves became a pair of muscular thighs, toned from the half-marathon she was training for. She was wearing a miniscule pair of red panties, a matching red bra that clearly showed the outline of her nipples. She looked down at me in triumph, sweeping her hair back over her shoulders.
'You're gorgeous!' I told her, smiling in appreciation.
'You're trapped!' she replied, and slowly sat down on my stomach. She removed my loosened tie, toying with it between her teeth before flinging it to one side. She tore my shirt off, buttons flying everywhere before spreading the thin cotton to either side of me, unable to remove it over the handcuffs She covered my chest in kisses, and gently teased my nipples, biting softly before moving up to kiss my neck.
My neck is always the place that just about tips me over the edge and this was no different. Usually Kelly would kiss me once or twice, but this time, she stayed for a couple of minutes, kissing me from one side to the other and then back again. All I could do was lie there and squirm, my hands were trapped. All I wanted to do was throw her on her back, tear those tiny panties off and fuck her, hard and fast. I couldn't do a damned thing.
She sat up, and looked at me, with an air of superiority before slowly turning around, facing my feet and giving me a close up view of her incredible ass. Her tiny panties tapered to a barely-there string than ran deep between her butt cheeks, hardly covering her tight little asshole. I stretched forward to kiss it, but she was out of reach. And she knew it.
I felt my buckle being unfastened and removed. It wasn't flung to one side, though, she carefully rolled it up and put it in the corner of the bed. I heard my zipper being unzipped, the button on my trousers undone. She rolled her ass backwards as she stood up, bringing it close enough for me to brush it with a kiss before she dismounted from the bed, danced to my ankles and gently tugged my trousers over my hard cock, joined on the floor by my socks. All I had on now was a pair of boxers that barely contained my throbbing dick, and my shirt sleeves.
She kissed my feet, and then worked her way up me, a trail of kisses up my shins, my thighs, into my inner thighs before stopped where the elastic of my boxers was just about winning the struggle to keep my dick inside. Kelly looked at me, a dirty gleam in her eye that I've grown to know and love over the course of our marriage.
