It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon, Charles and Anaïs were both working from home in their North London flat. The sun was filtering through their window casting warm shards of light against the white walls, silhouetting the plants and furniture.
Charles was on a long conference call in the bedroom leaving Anaïs working in the living room. The call lasted what felt like a lifetime, relieved, he closed his laptop, and walked over to the door, raising his voice to ask Anaïs if she wanted a coffee. He froze mid-sentence, as he entered the room. Anaïs was sitting upright on the dinner table, naked apart from a black silk tie around her face and hair blindfolding her. Her arms by her side, palms up, and legs spread wide apart as her calves fell over the table edge. Beside her were a selection of toys, with a small black velvet bag and handwritten note between her legs.
Charles put his things down and walked towards her. She didn't say a word, only giving a little smile sensing his approach. His eyes scanned down her body, her breasts catching the sunlight and a glisten of wetness between her legs. The note read 'Happy Anniversary, I'm yours to use - enjoy the lucky dip x'. He reached forward, lifting her chin towards him, softly kissing her and running his hand up her leg.
Anaïs knew what was in the bag, Charles did not. In there she had written a variety of sexual acts on small white bottle caps, ranging from sensual and intimate to dirty and depraved. She was pleased with her idea, so unexpected on such a mundane weekday afternoon. She was wet with anticipation, the thought of committing her body to his pleasure with no idea of what fate has in store. As she stared into the blackness of her blindfold she could hear the clatter of plastic as Charles mixed the caps around in the bag. There was a moment of suspense as she knew he had one in his hand.
Suddenly she felt his hands beneath her calves, levering her back on to the tabletop, lifting her hips into position as he lowered to his knees between her legs.
"What had he picked out of the bag?" she thought to herself. He kissed slowly up her thighs, her hips arched upwards in anticipation as his tongue moved slowly towards her pussy. She could feel her wetness as the tip of his tongue ran up from her ass to her clit, filling his mouth with her taste and smell. She could feel every movement, every flick as her pussy warmed and swelled, wet and eager as he explored her with his mouth. Then suddenly he stopped, she caught her breath, sitting up and reaching out for him to pull him back in, but she remembered that she hadn't added this to the bag however much she was enjoying herself.
She could hear Charles loosen his belt, the sound of fabric falling to the floor below. His hands reached around her waist pulling her to the edge of the table. She could feel the wet beneath her against the cold tabletop as she slid forward, her legs spread apart as the hard tip of his cock met her clit. He ran his flesh down the length of her pussy coating it before nestling it in between her ready lips. She gave a gasp as she felt herself parting, taking him inside her, inch by inch. He pushed her onto her back, lifting her thighs up against his chest and hooking her ankles around his neck. He moved slow, building up speed with each thrust, every one feeling deeper than the last. As the pace grew he pounded harder and harder, her upper back pressed against the table absorbing their movements, her buttocks floating inches above, bouncing against his pelvis. The sound of her wetness against his body filled the darkness as every inch of him filled her. This wasn't tender or intimate, he was fucking her, using her, exactly as she wanted him to.
