"Honey, I'm home!" my husband, Darren, shouted from the living room. I heard some scuffling noises in the living room, followed by "where are you?"
"In here," I answered. I lay curled up seductively on our king-size bed, wearing a new sheer black negligee. As he rounded the corner to find me, I saw his green eyes light up.
"You look amazing," he said. "I can tell you were thinking the same dirty thoughts that I was all day long."
This was our fourth wedding anniversary, and we had promised each other to spend it at home, just us, together. He came over to the bed, sat down, and began to stroke my long, dark hair.
"I have some surprises for you," he whispered. He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and tied it over my eyes, but not before I saw the bulge in his pants. Of course, I was curious. I felt something on my wrists--something tight, but soft. I felt around them and realized they were light restraint cuffs. While I discovered the bonds on my wrists, Darren was placing other cuffs on my ankles.
We had often played at bondage before, but then only with silk scarves or stockings. I wondered if the cuffs were the surprises Darren was talking about, or if there were more to come.
"Come with me," he said. He took my hands, helped me off the bed, and led me out of the bedroom. I had guessed that we were in the living room when he took my right arm and hooked the cuff to something about waist level. He turned me toward the something, and helped me up on it. It seemed to be a strange, narrow bed with no sides. He had hooked my right arm to the leg, just as he was doing with my left arm. I laid on my stomach, nearly naked, and then realized that this "bed" was pretty short--ending just below my waist. However, it had two small platforms to kneel on--one for each knee. Darren clipped my ankles to another set of restraints on the platforms. I was tied down on all fours in a slinky black gown--I knew tonight would be a good night.
He began to gently massage my neck, arms, legs, back, and ass, pulling up the negligee as he went. The blindfold made it so I could hardly tell where his hands would be next. My pussy began to get damp with anticipation. I heard him start to take off his clothes.
An instant later, his hard cock was pressing on my lips. "You know why I didn't gag you, don't you?" he asked as I began to suck on his dick. "It's because you're so damn good at this." He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my head closer to him. He began to trace his fingers down my back, almost to my ass, then back up again. He trailed his hands down my sides, sending shivers up my spine.
Suddenly, I felt something touching my rapidly moistening pussy. It was warm, wet, and soft. I gasped and pulled back from Darren's cock. He chuckled, and told me that this was the rest of the surprise. When he removed my blindfold, I turned my head around to see a gorgeous blonde goddess grinning at me from between my legs. "Surprise," she said.
"This is Savannah. I've been chatting with her online for a few months now to set this up for you. I know how we've always talked about getting a third person into bed with us, and she seems like she's your type." He was suddenly nervous now, afraid I might turn him down. The thought that he had done more than just chat with her flitted through my mind, but all I could focus on were the amazing tits about to pop out of her thin pink tank top. She ran her finger up and down my slit. "Please let me stay," she said with a devilish grin.
A moan escaped my lips. "Is that a yes?" asked Darren.
"Oh, yes!" I gasped. Her finger had found my clit, and was making slow circles around it.
"I think she like me," Savannah giggled.
"We're going to keep you right here and make you come all night long," Darren promised.
