She went to the drawer and pulled out the scarves, deliciously soft; she was beginning to be aroused by the sheer sensuousness of the material. She followed Ralph's instructions, undressing at the window, the pale moonlight casting shadows that emphasised the profile of her breasts, her hips and the gentle curve of her stomach down to the soft downy hair of her pussy mound. She felt the cool evening breeze on her skin as she moved to the bed, tying her ankles to the bed posts with the longer of the scarves, and one wrist with her favourite deep blue silk. She had the blindfold ready and as Ralph had ordered, kept one hand free. Her mind raced at the thought of what novel ideas her husband might be arousing her with. He sounded slightly huskier tonight, as if he really were beginning to change his attitude to their sex life. She lay back and let her imagination roam free, thinking of the pleasures to come and the delights which her husband might bring.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of the door closing downstairs, sounds were now all she had to rely on in the dark of the blindfold but soon there would be the sense of touch, gloriously sensuous touch. The bedroom door was already ajar. She heard footsteps on the polished pine floor and sensed the presence of someone by her side. She felt him lift her hair and kiss her neck softly, the shiver of expectation running through her whole body. His hand held her free arm, and a soft velvet caress circled her wrist. Puzzled, she allowed her arm to be stretched out and she heard the metallic click of what she now realised were velvet covered handcuffs. My God she thought, Ralph really is beginning to open up!
Powerless and vulnerable now with her wrists and ankles secured and the blindfold in place, she felt a moist tongue on her breast, circling the nipple, sucking as it did so. Her moans heightened his attentions and he sucked harder, pulling the nipple firmly until it was totally erect. His fingers continued the work twisting and teasing her nipple as Sarah felt herself floating on the waves of pleasure that were now beginning to engulf her. She was surrendering herself to his touches now, her body open to whatever he wanted, and she wanted it all. She could feel the years of unfulfilled sex fading as he kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue exploring, caressing her tongue in the most lingeringly erotic kiss she had ever felt.
The sensations ceased as he removed his mouth. She moaned and whimpered questioningly, but then she felt the tongue again, running round her two nipples and down her body, flicking into her belly button as it moved further down. She mentally tensed as she ached for it to find her pussy, but she exhaled her disappointment as it went past her mound and down the inside of her right thigh, lingering on that sensitive skin. Had her hands been free she would have pulled his head back up between her legs, but she was tied, unable to do what she so wanted to do. Instead her hips bucked instinctively, attempting to lure him back but his tongue ignored her and slowly, tantalisingly, moved up the inside of her left thigh.
It was a few inches away from where she longed for it to be when she felt the fingers inserted into her slit, opening her lips like the petals of a flower. She felt the warm breath on her pussy mound first and more shivers ran through her, this time seemingly all focussed between her legs. Then she felt it, the tip of his tongue on her clitoris, circling at first then licking with firm pressure the way she loved it. His tongue strokes were slow and insistent and Sarah loved the way he wasn't rushing, each stroke was measured and the slow rhythm was arousing Sarah throughout her whole body, she was being engulfed by the passion he was creating with his tongue. She moved her hips to the timing of his licks, she wanted to lead him, to signal to him with the only thing she could move and her hips began to direct the speed of his tongue as she increased the pace, feeling the orgasm building.
"Ralph...Ralph...yessss, yessss, don't stop, keep it at this speed, I'm coming..." She almost screamed as she felt herself coming, her hips were now jerking convulsively as she came, hard and powerfully, the low animal moan coming from somewhere deep inside her, as his tongue never left her clit, riding her as she bucked and thrashed around on the bed, her orgasm primitive and visceral. She was still on that plateau of excitement when any slight touch of her clit could trigger more convulsions, when she felt him kiss her again, on the mouth and this time she could taste her own juice, the sweet honey from her cunt in her mouth as his tongue fed her as she shivered through the last stages of her orgasm.
She lay for a while hovering on the edge of consciousness from the draining of emotion, as she felt him caress her hair and kiss her cheek. She was languishing in this bliss of her revitalised husband but as her breathing returned to normal her desire began to mount again and she realised she wanted more.
"Fuck me now Ralph, fuck... me...NOW", she spoke the phrase slowly but insistently, the volume rising until the 'NOW' was a scream, a screaming yell of need, of desire. Her whole body was now aching for a cock inside her, and obeying her command she felt the tip of his cock rub her clit, dip into her wet honeyed cunt and stroke her clit again. She wished she could see it, she longed to watch the glistening cock dipping in and out of her sex, but the feeling alone was enough right now. Then it stopped as suddenly as it began.
Again she moaned in supplication, pleading "don't sto..." Her words were choked by the cock entering her mouth and once more she tasted her pussy, but this time on the end of a wonderfully hard cock head. She massaged the ridge with her lips and tongue, drinking in the delicious blend of her juice and his pre-cum.
