When Steve entered their bedroom, he found her asleep. His angel was so burnt out from all of their activities that she was taking an uncharacteristic daytime nap. He went over to the bedside, and looked down at his wife's exquisite body lying nude on the bed, and felt a rush come to his loins and felt his face flush.
He had seen a lot of naked women in his life, including Teri thousands of times, but she had that something that no other woman he'd ever seen has. "She has a beauty that actually vibrates your entire being.", Steve wrote in his vows 3 years earlier, and it was still true. He had never seen anything quite so beautiful before he found Teri.
She was a vision with wide bright eyes, high cheekbones, and lush full lips... "Genetically blessed", Steve frequently called her. That exquisite genetic perfection was obvious in her body as well... large full perfectly round breasts with ever-hard nipples, a tiny waist that made her breasts seem even bigger, and an ass so sweet, so luscious that he found it difficult to keep his hands off, even in public.
To see her lying there so totally vulnerable and open had a tremendous effect on him. He felt lightheaded, and the blood that he lost from his head, rushed to his penis, as it was growing at an alarming rate. He just had to stand there a minute longer before he woke her up. His eyes traveled across her body as if they were his hands, investigating all of her curves and angles.
They had talked about bondage, and even tried it a few times when they had been drinking, but that was nothing compared to what Steve had in mind for his sexy wife. He went back out to the car to retrieve the equipment he had purchased at an online fetish supply house he found on a porn website. He hadn't discussed it with Teri; he just placed the order. It had arrived over a month ago, and he had waited until now to use it, until the moment was perfect.
When he returned, she hadn't stirred at all; she was still completely exhausted from the night before. He set out his props in their approximate positions and took a deep breath to settle his beating heart and raging passion for Teri. He had to be gentle, he would never dream of hurting his tender flower of a wife. But he had to be fast, so she won't put up a fight and spoil it for herself. He had to be confident, if he hesitated, the moment would be lost. He kept setting up, the determination glowing in his eyes. Finally, he was ready.
He went to the head of the bed, where he had tied ropes to soft pile lined cuffs with Velcro fasteners to the ends. He had the same setup at the foot of the bed for her ankles. He gave her one last look of affection, in case this thing that he was about to do backfires, and went for her left wrist. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it to the end of the rope and quickly fastened it. She woke up with a shocked sleep-filled look on her face and tried to get up while refocusing her eyes. He hastened to the other side of the bed and grabbed her other hand and pulled it a little tighter to the other rope and struggled to secure it amidst her attempts to escape. He fought her legs to the corners of the bed and fastened then in turn and made sure all was tight and painless. He was almost winded from her struggles.
Teri knew right from the start that he was not about to hurt her, but she was still very nervous. She had not uttered a sound, made no screams or protests, but she did fight against him. He had a gag all ready for that possibility, but thankfully, that wasn't to be necessary. Which pleased him immensely, as he loved looking at her mouth when they fucked. Then came the last piece of the equipment, the blindfold. This was the part that he would enjoy the most. She won't be able to know what is coming until she feels it. The mystery will heighten the stimulations, and arouse her to the extremes they sought. Also, he wouldn't be able to see the look in her eyes that would make him self-conscious and cause him to stop and let her go. He fastened the blindfold, avoiding any eye contact whatsoever.
He surveyed his work. It was a perfect scene. He straddled her body, on his knees, and ran his hands up her arms to the wrists. He sensed a stiffening of her muscles as the skin formed little goose bumps all around her upper chest and arms. He returned his hands to her shoulders, and massaged her neck and upper arms and shoulders back and forth rubbing them very slowly, very tenderly. He bent down and lightly kissed her forehead, and down to her cheek, to her neck... lightly kissing...licking...nibbling.
His lips returned to hers and brushed across them. She stirred. He kissed her fully on the mouth and snaked his tongue in to search for hers. When the two tongues made contact, He sensed a faint trembling under him, and her mouth opened a little wider to admit him to hers. She was responding nicely.