As usual, there had been no discussion of her most recent spanking, or its accompanying, deeply erotic orgasm. Wendy tried not to think about what she had allowed to happen and it was clear to Robert that the subject was off limits.
Sunday afternoons had become their favoured time for 'lovemaking'. She enjoyed the closeness of cuddles and gentle intimacy....lying naked in bed with Robert, undisturbed. However, as the months and years passed, her husband had introduced her to many new aspects of sex.
Despite her initial objections, he had guided her through the intricacies of fellatio and she had allowed him to come in her mouth once or twice, (spitting it out, into a tissue). He in turn now regularly frigged her clit with his fingers and now, his tongue. Robert was quietly amazed that Wendy had survived the 19 years of her first marriage without experiencing these delights.
He tried his best to go slowly with his (so far) unadventurous wife, but managed to push their boundaries on a regular basis. In particular, he liked to get her to dress up for him; to bring out her natural expression of feminine sexuality.
On several of these occasions she had been persuaded to act out simple 'role play' scenarios, though it was always him who directed the action. 'Doctor and patient', 'Masseur and client', 'Boss and secretary'. Nothing too outrageous so far.
On this Sunday, they were out for lunch at a country hotel with another couple, Jeff and Carol. Robert was driving so stuck with Coke, but Wendy had a couple of large white wines with her meal.
He was pleasantly surprised to see that Wendy had made a special effort with her outfit. She was wearing a white knee length 'button-through' dress, with a narrow red patent leather belt at her slim waist and matching 3 inch high court shoes. To top it all off, her ash blond hair was swept up and she was wearing bright red glossy lipstick.
They didn't go out for meals or entertainment much these days, but Robert made a mental note, that he should perhaps take Wendy out more often. After lunch, sitting in the bar area, drinking coffee with their friends, he felt a surge of pride that he was married to such a desirable woman. He could see that Jeff, his friend, had noticed Wendy's outfit too, clearly ogling her legs as often as he could.
Robert suggested that they have a liqueur with their coffees, and Wendy, a little 'tipsy' now, volunteered to order them at the bar. As she sashayed across to the far end of the bar, Robert (and Jeff) followed her progress with keen interest.
A group of younger men were standing near her at the counter, near where she was waiting for service. One of these men whispered something to Wendy who proceeded to shake her head and giggle. Moments later, the same guy placed his had on her bottom. To Robert's amazement, his wife didn't react immediately to this grope. It must have taken at least 10 seconds before she reached back to smack his hand away.
Wendy was still waiting, when the young man's hand returned, only to pinch her bottom. This caused her to jump a little. She made a humorous 'warning' gesture to her companion but he simply smirked back, before pinching her other buttock.
Eventually, her order was noted and Wendy returned to sit with their friends.
No mention of these occurrences was made. Perhaps the others hadn't noticed, but Robert could think of nothing else. He'd found this little scene very arousing. Eventually, their lunch date ended and Robert drove his wife home.
Giving her no time to settle, Robert guided her upstairs to their bedroom, for their Sunday afternoon 'tryst', still somewhat 'under the influence'.
"I've got an idea, darling. Sit on the dressing chair and I'll fetch something."
Giving him a quizzical look, she did as requested and watched as Robert searched in his bedside drawer. He'd been looking for an opportunity like this for a while, and quickly found what he was looking for: an airline sleep mask!
Acting quickly, he placed it gently over Wendy's eyes. She made to take it off, but he held her hands down and reassured her...
"Just leave it darling. It's just a bit of fun. I'm sure you'll enjoy this"
Wendy relaxed her arms and waited, a little nervously. Robert went to his wardrobe and took out a handful of neck-ties. He grabbed Wendy's hands and pulled her arms behind the chair back; quickly binding her wrists. Wendy mouthed some objections, but it was too late: Robert was now tying her ankles to the chair legs.
Bending over her, he gave her a lingering kiss on the lips, then stood back to admire his handiwork. Wendy was struggling now and testing her bonds.
"Let me go Robert. I don't like this!"
