It was approaching 11 pm as guests started to leave the party. It had gone longer than planned, but had been a success. All in all, I thought I'd pulled it off perfectly.
I'd been planning my wife Kelsie's surprise birthday party for several weeks and while it wasn't exactly a milestone, with her turning just 39, I'd felt especially close to her lately and wanted to celebrate with her.
It wasn't a large gathering, just a handful of couples that we hung out with, some closer than others. Maybe a dozen people in total.
But it was enough to make Kelsie feel special and to have a great time. I made sure that the house was decorated nicely and that we had plenty of catered food and booze. I wanted it to be a fun night for all, a celebration of my wonderful wife.
The night was filled with laughter, stories, and a few games, mostly centered around drinking, and I could tell that Kelsie was thoroughly enjoying herself. Throughout the night, she had that smile on her face that made me melt. I loved to see her happy and tonight she looked even more beautiful than usual.
She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun, which matched her carefree attitude. Her blue eyes sparkled as she indulged in glass after glass of wine, and I'd conceded that the more inebriated she got, the less likely it was I was going to get laid. But that was ok, she was having fun and it was her night.
By 11:15 pm the only guests left were Tony and Josie. Josie was one of Kelsie's closest friends, though I never understood why. They were so different. Whereas my wife was warm and friendly, Josie was jaded and quick to judge others at every opportunity. It wasn't that she was a horrible person, she had her moments. I think circumstances in her life just eventually made her that way.
In most situations, she could come across as fun and friendly (especially with other guys, Josie loved to flirt) but it was her husband Tony that took the brunt of her negative attitude. He was as opposite from her as could be: laid back, easy going, and submissive. I think their relationship was full of mutual hatred and underlying contempt towards one another. Perhaps he was into that kind of thing, who knows. Nevertheless, neither was willing to leave the other, though.
Part of me didn't blame him for staying with her. She was a knockout, a blonde with the most amazing breasts you've seen on a girl, and she exuded sex appeal. There'd been many rumours about her having at least one affair, though I didn't know for sure, and didn't feel right asking Kelsie what she knew. But I could certainly attest to her powers of seduction, as I'd had an encounter with her several months ago while Kelsie and I spent an evening at their house.
After my wife had passed out, I'd retreated to the bathroom, where Josie snuck in and pushed herself on me. I honestly had tried to stop her, not because I wasn't attracted to her, but I was terrified of us getting caught and I really had never had a desire to cheat on my wife before. But Josie wouldn't take no for an answer, she knew how to manipulate, that's for sure.
Since then, I'd tried my best to keep my distance, I wanted no part of an affair, especially not with my wife's friend. And although she continued to flirt with me on occassion, I'd managed to evade any further attempts of intimacy with Josie.
As I now listened to her boisterously telling Kelsie about her recent trip to Mexico with another girlfriend, I began to tidy up the empty bottles and plates. I only caught bits and pieces of their conversation, but I thought I heard reference to some guy she'd met on her trip, so I assumed she was bragging about a hookup. Her poor husband Tony had passed out in the guest room earlier, so I presumed that meant the couple were crashing at our place tonight.
As Josie continued her story, I saw my wife look in my direction and give me a smile. It was clear she was very drunk, her eyes were glossy and half opened and she had a sloppy grin permanently plastered on her face. She tried to wink, but it came off as funny more than sexy, though I loved her for it.
I put the last of the dishes in the sink and looked around, thinking things looked good enough until morning.
I went to the sofa and leaned down to give Kelsie a kiss.
"I'm going to turn in," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "You girls be good,"
She grabbed my by the front of my shirt, yanking me closer, and I stumbled forward catching myself just before my face smashed into hers.
"Whoa," I said with a grin.
Kelsie kissed me clumsily before pulling away slightly and looking me in the eye. She looked as if she was having a hard time focusing on my face.
"I'm gone... I'm gonna be coming up soon," she said, trying her best to sound sexy but instead sounding more like a drunken mess. "So be ready, mister."
I tried to supress the smile from spreading across my face, knowing she was probably too drunk for her actions to match her words, but didn't want to deter her from trying.
"Can't wait," I said, giving her a wink.
"Night, Kev," I heard Josie say, her voice extra sweet.
I felt a twitch in my pants just from the sound of it, but was careful not to
let it show on my face.
"Goodnight, Josie," I said, forcing myself to sound disinterested.
However, I couldn't help but steal a hurried glimpse of her fantastic breasts, the neckline of her thin blouse plunging deeply to accommodate my inappropriate gesture. I couldn't tell if she saw me look, but her smile suggested she had.
I stood up and walked to our bedroom, as I heard the girls giggling behind me. I didn't think it would be long before my wife would be coming to pass out next to me. I shook my head and smiled as I undressed and crawled into bed, picturing how she sometimes snores when she gets really drunk. I may be in for a restless night, I thought.
I must have just begun to doze off when I heard my phone buzz. I looked over at the clock and saw it was after midnight. I glanced to my left but still no Kelsie so I reached for my phone, curious about who would be texting me this time of night.
'Are you ready for me?'
It was Kelsie. Part of me sparked to life, thinking maybe I would get laid yet, though it may be a bit sloppy with her as drunk as she was. But hey, sex was sex, right?
'You think you can handle it tonight?' I messaged back, smiling as I typed.
'I'm feeling naughty. Want to play a game?'
I looked at her message again, a wicked grin speading across my face, curious as to what she had in mind.
'Sure' I typed, curious as to what she had in mind.
I waited several seconds for a response, and began to wonder if she would just walk through the door, when finally it buzzed again.
'Put on the blindfold. Use the handcuffs to fasten your wrists to the headboard. I'll tell you the rest when I get there, loverboy.'
My cock immediately went from half-mast to rock-hard. Once in awhile, usually when she was drunk, Kelsie would get a bit kinkier and after assuming I wasn't going to get any at all, this turn of events had me ready to go.
