It'd been a couple of weeks since my wife displayed herself so openly in public. One would think that witnessing an event like that would leave it stuck in one's head on an infinite loop playback. Incredibly as it seems though, life moves on, and routine thoughts, daydreams, and cares eventually moved back into mine. Mental notes to pay some bills coming due warred with personnel problems between employees of mine on my drive back from my office on an overcast, dreary late afternoon. It'd been threatening to rain for the last three days, but so far, there was no evidence to suggest the storm would break.
I was pretty much on auto-pilot; my car practically steered itself into our driveway all on its own. I shook my head slightly, bringing myself back to reality. I cast a last glance skyward and walked on in the door.
'Honey? Where are you hiding?' I tossed my keys into the bowl set aside for them by the door. Experience has proven that if I went any further into the house with them, some gremlin or other would spirit them away. I might find them in my shoes, under the bathroom sink, or even in the freezer. So, in the bowl, every time.
'Hon?' No answer. I knew she was home; her keys were nestled with mine. The house was silent and cool, not a sound. I figured she must be napping. I strode over to the fridge and pulled out a soda. No, not diet. Give me something that doesn't make me want to amputate my tongue when I drink it, please. I took a healthy swig and headed for the bedroom to change. I made sure I was quiet so I wouldn't wake her. I peeled off my jacket as I walked, intending to hang it up.
The door slid smoothly open under my hand. I cast a quick glance at the bed, my mind's eye already seeing Sonja snuggled up under the blankets. I'd already turned to the side and was heading for our closet when I stopped and did a double-take. Oh, she was there, alright. Instead of being curled up underneath the covers, though, they had been stripped off the bed...and so too had been the clothes off her body. Her long, reddish curls draped over her chest. Underneath the tips of her hair lay a pair of simply gorgeous breasts, white and shining and tipped with the most crimson nipples I'd ever had the fortune to lay eyes on.
A while back, we had experimented with light bondage, and we'd obtained a strap system. Simple enough, just wrap one end around the bed frame, and the other velcroes around whichever appendage you want to secure. Perfect if you don't have posts or slotted headboards or any of those assorted other items which made tying someone up so simple.
