"Hey stud. Plan on coming back up anytime soon?"
He looked up the stairs to see his wife leaning over the railing, bare ass naked, grinning down at him and dangling a long black ribbon from one hand. He choked on the drink of water he'd just taken at the sight of it....oh damn, he knew exactly what that ribbon was for. He climbed back up the stairs but she stopped him two steps short of the top, so that they were eye level with one another. She draped the ribbon around the back of his neck, a hand on each end, then pulled him forward with it to kiss him long and deeply. Then she turned and sashayed down the hall back to their bedroom, trailing the ribbon behind her. He caught the end of it and followed, like a puppy on a leash, watching her hair and hips sway side to side as she walked.
She turned to him at the foot of the bed and pointed at her feet, where he immediately kneeled. His cock grew hard again in anticipation as she tied the ribbon around his eyes, blindfolding him. He reached around to stroke her leg and she stepped out of his reach with a laugh.
"Now now, you know the game. No touching. This is my turn." She purred, stroking one finger down his spine before trail kisses down the same line. He fisted his hands into the rug he was kneeling on to resist the temptation as she circled back to his front, running her hands through his hair then down his arms, her touch light and teasing, always stopping just short of where he wanted her hands the most. He felt the heat and ache building deep in his core.
"Lay down on the bed."