A Weeend Without Ids

This story was written for the man I love more than anyone else in the world during his 3 month incarceration and was posted at his urging. Hope you enjoy it as much as he did.

I walked through the door another exhausting day at work. Thankfully it was Friday and I could rest for the weekend. It was his weekend off too, which made it all the better. The house was quit, except for the noise of the television set. I walked through the house looking in the bedrooms for the kids, but there were none to be found. Figuring that they were all outside, I walked downstairs.

There he was, sitting on the couch watching a movie. He looked up as I walked in and then patted the couch beside him for me to come sit down. I kick off my shoes and plop onto the couch feeling exhausted. He lifts my leg and starts rubbing it and my foot.

“Where are the kids?” I ask, thinking I knew the answer already and expecting any one of them to start asking what’s for dinner.

“Your mom came and got them for the weekend,” he said.

“Wow, all of them for the whole weekend?”

“Yep”

“Good because I really didn’t feel like having to figure out what we were going to have for dinner. I’m too tired to even think about it.”

“That’s good because it’s all taken care of.”

I raise my eyebrow and look at him. He smiles at me and says nothing.

“Well… What’s for dinner then?” I ask.

“Just don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, I have the whole weekend planned out for us.”

He lowers my foot back to the floor, then pats my leg and says, “Go get dressed and we’ll get dinner.”

I get up from the couch and walk to the bedroom. Laying on the bed is an outfit that I assumed he wanted me to wear. It was VERY tight jeans and a tank top. I knew that he loved me to wear this when we went out because my ass all but hung out of these shorts and the men all stared, making him strut around like the rooster of the hen house. I take my work clothes off and put them in the hamper, then put on the outfit he laid out.

“Put your hair up and make sure you wear your boots. We’re taking the bike tonight,” he said coming into the room.

I finished getting dressed while he was changing his clothes, then went into the bathroom to touch up my make-up and put my hair up. I saw him walk past the bathroom door in the mirror, then he stopped and looked in.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just love to look at beautiful women, and you are the most beautiful one I’ve seen so far.”

I smile shyly at the compliment and go back to making sure my hair won’t be whipped into knots by the wind.

As I walked out of the bathroom, he tossed my jacket to me, then my helmet and glasses. I put them on and follow him out of the house. He walked up to the bike and straddled it, revved it up and looked at me to get on. I straddle the bike and smile. There’s something about the feel of a Harley between your legs and the man you love in your arms that just can’t be beat.

We pulled out of the driveway as the wind whipped around us and the sun smiled down. A short time later we pulled into the parking lot of our favorite little bar and grill. The food here is excellent and the people are some of the nicest around. They’re all pretty much bikers and there’s this feeling of belonging when we’re there. Even when we don’t know anyone.

He walked to the bar and ordered two beers and dinner. We sat down and checked out the bar to see who was there that we knew. A couple of people were hanging out, but they all looked like they were into their conversations.

“So, how was your day?” he asks.

“Exhausting! I’m glad it’s Friday! How was your day?” I ask.

“Not too bad. We finished the job early today, so I let everyone go home. We start the Johnson job on Monday, so the weekend is all ours.”

“And what kind of plans do you have for the weekend?” I asked, half-way dreading the answer was going to be something to make me even more tired come Monday morning.

“Nothing much really. Relax, enjoy each other, and take some time for ourselves.”

“Sounds good to me!”

The waitress brought out the food and we ate. There’s something about bar food that makes it taste so much better than anyplace else. Maybe it’s the atmosphere, or the people, or the beer. Or maybe it’s just good food.

As we finished our meal, he ordered another two beers. Some people that we knew from the bar came over and sat down with us.

“So how’s the business going? They keeping you busy?” one of them asks.

“Oh yeah. Couldn’t be better. What more can a man ask for? A beautiful wife, great kids, a successful business,” he says smiling.

We sit around making small talk while we finish our beers. Then he says, “Well, we have to get going. It was good seeing you guys again.”

Everyone said their good-byes. We walked back out to the bike and he revved it up again. We both got on and pulled out of theparking lot.

“Where to now, oh Maker of the Great Weekend Plans?” I ask.

“Back home to relax. My baby’s had a hard day and needs her rest and a little pampering.”

I squeeze my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder the rest of theride home.

We pulled back into the driveway and took our helmets and glasses off. He opens the door and holds it open with a sweeping motion for me to go in first.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get undressed and I’ll run you a bath,” he says.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I reply as I start stripping my clothes and shoes off.

I walked into the bathroom just as he was making sure the water was the right temperature. “Perfect,” he says. “You get in and I’ll go get your book. I want you to relax for a while. I’ll come get you in about an hour.”

He walked out of the bathroom and returned a few seconds later with my book. I leaned back in the tub, resting my head against the back. The warm water and bubbles were covering my body and felt so good. It had been a while since he had went through this much trouble for me and I liked it. I took my book and he turned to look at me again before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door.

I kicked back in the tub and started reading. I could hear him in the bedroom moving around, then to the kitchen, then back to the bedroom.

“What are you doing in there?” I called out from behind the closed bathroom door.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Just read your book,” he called back.

I sighed and went back to my book. About an hour later, he opened the door. He got out a towel and held it up for me to step into. I put my book on the floor next to the tub, then stood up. I stepped out of the tub and into the towel and his arms. As his arms wrapped around me, he kissed my ear, then my neck. I let out a soft moan. He pulled away, then started drying my dripping body, taking extra car to make sure that my tits, pussy and ass were dry.

“Excuse me sir, are you trying to turn me on or just seduce me?” I asked teasingly.

“Both,” he said smiling.

When I was all dried off, he hung the towel on the bar, then lead me into the livingroom. On the coffee table was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses surrounded by candles. The lights were dimmed.

“How very romantic. And what other surprises do you have up your sleeves this evening?” I asked.

“Time will tell,” he said.

He turned the stereo on some soft music and poured us each a glass of wine. Then he sat on the couch and pulled me into his lap. Neither of us talked, we just enjoyed the feel of the other’s closeness and sipped our wine. His hand was on my thigh and he started gently caressing it. After we finished our glass of wine, he stood me up.

“Are you ready for your next surprise?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said a little tentatively.

“Okay. Here’s the fun part. You have to be blindfolded.”

“Okay…” I said wondering if I was really ready for this surprise.

He picked up a blindfold that was laying on the coffee table next to the wine bottle. I hadn’t even noticed that there before. He turned me around and put the blindfold over my eyes.

“You can’t see anything, can you?” he asked, securing it in place.

“Nope, I’m blind as a bat.”

I heard him pick up the wine bottle and the glasses, then he took my hand and lead me through the house. He lead me through a door, then over to the bed.

“Sit down. The bed’s right behind you.”

I sat down on the side of the bed. I heard him put the bottle and glasses down then move over to where I was sitting. He gently pushed my shoulders back so that I was laying on the bed with my feet on the floor.

“Just relax,” he said.

I felt him move away from me, then he came back toward me. Then I felt a warm liquid on my feet. He started rubbing my left foot, then my right. The smell of our “play” oil teased my nostrils. “Wow,” I thought, “a massage. I’m definitely ready for this!” Then he poured some oil on my left leg and began rubbing it. Then my right. Then I felt the oil on my stomach. He rubbed my stomach and tits, taking extra care to make sure that my tits were completely covered in the sweet smelling oil and well massaged.

“Time to turn over,” he said, rolling me to my stomach.

He poured the oil on my back and rubbed that for some time. Then on the back of my right leg, starting at the ankle. He moved up to my thigh and my ass. He moved back to the ankle of my left leg. Again, he moved up to my thigh and my ass again. He was giving extra special care to my ass, making sure that the oil covered both of my cheeks and my crack.

“Okay… can you trust me on this next thing?” he asked.

“Of course. As long as you promise not to hurt me,” I said giggling.

He turned me back over to my back, then repositioned me in the middle of our bed. He moved my left leg toward the corner of the bed, then moved my right leg to the opposite corner. Then I felt a cold metal object go around my left ankle.

“What are you…”

“Ssssh. You trust me, remember? I promise nothing I’m going to do to you will hurt you,” he said as I felt another piece of cold metal go around my right ankle. Then I heard the third and fourth clicks as he fastened them to the bedposts. He moved to the head of the bed, then tenderly kissed my lips.

“You know I love you and I would never hurt you, right?”

“Yes. But, we’ve never…”

“Sssssh.”

Then I felt the cold metal go around my right wrist with a click, then the second click above my head. I heard him moving around to the other side of the bed and felt the metal and heard the click as he secured my left arm to the bedpost. Now I was laying flat on my back, blindfolded, with my arms and legs completely incapacitated, and spread to the four corners of our bed.

I felt him move around to the foot of the bed and sensed him taking his clothes off. Then I felt the weight of his body on the bed near my feet. I felt the warmth of his body as he moved up the bed, kissing my legs as he moved. He stopped briefly at my pussy and teased it with some light kisses and licking. Then he moved up, kissing my stomach, then my tits, then finally stopping at my lips. He planted soft, sweet kisses on my lips and I felt his dick getting harder against my thigh.

Slowly, he worked his kissed back down my neck to my tits. He took one nipple, then the other in his mouth, teasing them. Soft moans of pleasure escaped my lips as he took the full nipple of my right tit into his mouth and buried his face in the meat of my tit. He pulled up, not letting the suction of his mouth release my tit, stretching it as far as it would stretch. Then he moved to the left tit and did the same.

He moved lower still, kissing my belly and licking around my belly button. His hands moved back up to my tits that his mouth had just abandoned as he moved even lower and began kissing the edge of my pubic hair. Lower still, and he was kissing my pussy lips. Teasing my clit with an occasional lap of his tongue. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as each minute passed.

Finally, he spread my pussy open to reveal the swollen, pink clit that was begging to be sucked and nibbled on. He lowered his mouth to meet the swollen pink bud, and took it in his mouth, sucking on it. He darted his tongue around my pussy, in my hole, and over my clit. Moans of pleasure were coming from my mouth almost non-stop now and I was getting wetter and hornier. Finally, his mouth decided to stop and focus on that swollen bud that was aching to be sucked on. As he gently took my clit between his teeth, he moved his hand so that he could a finger inside my hole. As he nibbled and sucked on my clit, he moved first one, then two and finally three fingers in and out of my pussy. I was trying to move around, but couldn’t because of the restraints. But, he knew that I was close to cumming. My pussy tightened around his fingers and he sucked and nibbled on my clit faster and pumped his fingers in my hold as fast as he could. My whole body tensed and I came and let out a sigh of relief.

Still, he didn’t stop sucking on my clit, or moving his fingers in and out of my now dripping pussy. When the orgasm was finished and he got all the cum he though he could on his fingers, he pulled them out of my pussy and moved his mouth over my hole to lick up what was left. Then I heard him lick his fingers.

I thought he had to be rock hard by now and surely he’s needing some relief as well. I thought this would be when he let me out of my restraints and we made love. But, I was in for more as I felt him slip a finger back into my pussy.