Last Friday my wife had a girls' night at our home. I was fine with it. I said hello to the guests, secretly ogling one or two of them and then got the kids to bed. I thought about going out but decided to stay home and play some online poker. I did quite well coming in third out of 199 so it took a few hours.
There was lots of noise coming from downstairs - the girls were obviously drinking and having a good time.
One of the kids woke up crying so I went to them to put them back to sleep. I guess my wife heard cause she came up to check but saw that I had it under control. I wanted to have a comfortable sleep, so after about twenty minutes I decided to go to the guest room for the night. If I slept in our bed before my wife, she'd probably just kick me out when she came in complaining that I was snoring.
I was sleeping soundly when I awoke to my wife spooning me. She whispered in my ear, "Keep your eyes closed."
I did as she asked thanking god yet again for the miracle of alcohol. My wife and I hadn't been intimate for a couple of months and it had started to become a problem.
I heard her pulling something out of the clean clothes basket full of clothes waiting to be folded. Then I felt something being tied around my eyes and head. It felt like some tights. This was turning out to be better than I could have hoped for. She turned me on to my back and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I heard some more rustling. She extended my right arm and I felt her tying something around my wrist. She did the same with my left arm. This was going to be a lot of fun.
I felt her fingertips by my belly button. She reached inside the top of my pyjama bottom and traced the edge from the middle to the sides of my waist. She drew down the pants and my dick started to press against my underwear. She noticed that and gently put the palm of her hand onto my bulge and moved it in a circular pattern. She stopped and then repeated what she had done but this time with the jockeys. My member sprang to attention as if in greeting.
What had been done to my hands was now done to my feet. I was tied spread-eagled on the bed, blindfolded with a raging hard-on.
"Make sure to lock the door," I reminded her. I certainly didn't want the kids seeing me like this. The therapy bills would be enormous.
I heard her sit back in the one chair in the room. It was quite a comfy one. She sat there watching me for at least five minutes. I guess she was waiting for the tension to build. It was working. All of a sudden, she got up and I was happy to know that my wait was over.
I heard her approach the foot of the bed and I felt her fingernails at the top of my hips. She drew them down my legs to my feet. Then up again. She repeated this on the inside of my thighs.
She then climbed on to my stomach so that my cock pressed into the crack at the back of her ass. I tried to raise my hips to get some friction on my cock. What I really wanted was to get inside of her. But not surprisingly she had other thoughts. She pinched my nipples - really hard in fact. Next her fingernails went down my arms and then dug into my chest. It was a tad ticklish, a little painful but full with sexual excitement. She kissed the side of each cheek and then gave me a quick peck on the lips. Then she used her tongue to trace around the lips of my mouth.
I pushed my head forward and captured her tongue in my mouth and sucked. She pushed her lips onto mine and we french kissed for a bit. She broke it off, pulled away and in her tongue's place I felt a nipple come to my lips. I wasn't complaining. I pushed my head forward and got some of her breast into my mouth. I sucked and twirled my tongue around her hard nipple. I felt her hot breath on my forehead. She switched breasts and I repeated my ministrations. She let out a slight moan.
As she seemingly reluctantly pulled back a bit, I played a little tug-o-war with her nipple. I lost and it popped out of my mouth.
She half stood up and moved to the bottom of the bed between my legs. She leaned forward and her hair fell down brushing my cock lightly. I felt her hair moving back and forth across it. Then the hair was gone and a moment later I felt her lips gently go over the crown of my penis. With her mouth closed over it she just held it there. I tried to push my cock more into her mouth but she caught on to what I was trying to do and pushed my hips to keep them on the bed. Then her tongue gently circled around the head. It felt so good. Then unexpectedly she took me the full length into her mouth. I almost exploded as she grabbed my balls and repeated that a few times. Then she stopped. I heard her pull back and get off the bed. I heard her walking and then I heard her open the door.
"What the hell is she doing?" I wondered. The door closed and I strained to listen. I heard her go down stairs and in to the kitchen. I heard a few cupboards open and close. It sounded like she was looking for something.I was worried she would wake up the kids. She must have found what she was looking for because I heard her coming back up. The door opened and closed and thankfully I heard the lock being turned.
She approached the bed, paused a minute and climbed on to my chest. "What is that smell?" I wondered. She eased up to my face and as she got closer I realized what it was. It was the smell of chocolate mixed with pussy. "She'd been looking for the Nutella," I realized. She made her way on to my face and I noticed that she she had shaved. "Had she been planning this for a while?" I wondered.
I'd never had this particular dessert before. I licked the full length of her pussy and got first some pussy juice and further up I got some chocolate. "Mmmm," I said. For a split second it crossed my mind that if we could bottle this flavour of Nutella we could become millionaires. Maybe even extend the idea and work with hot celebrities to sell for example "Megan Fox Pussy" flavour - now we're talking billionaires!
She started gyrating her hips to fuck my face. I was sucking like there was no tomorrow. I was just thinking she was going to come soon when incredibly she got off. "Come back here!" I said more sharply than intended but she ignored me and went back to the chair and sat down.
It was hard to tell how long she sat there. I just lay there pointing to the ceiling and praying that whatever she was considering would end up with me shooting a load.
Again she got up and I heard her coming back to the bed more slowly this time. I felt her hand at the side of my head and then she pulled the blindfold up as she said, "Hello Richard."