The silk blindfold teased her skin laying softly on her cheeks -- wrapped loosely around her head. Nancy knew where her husband had led her hand-in-hand -- to their bedroom. But there was more to this night. He had greeted her in just his robe she had given him as an anniversary present.
Shimmering light sparkled against her face. He had lit a few black-cherry scented candles -- that much she could tell by the sweet aroma pleasing her sense of smell. The music of Sting -- her favorite male singer -- quietly rang into her ears. Rich had never been a fan of Sting, but apparently he was wanting to make her happy in a variety of ways.
Like an artist working with a delicate sculpture, Rich gently removed his wife's business shoes and her nylons. He kissed her feet and ankles, the long hair on his head brushing against her legs like feathers. Rich picked up his bride of four years and laid her down onto a plush comforter.
"That's new," she smiled, her arms extending like a snow angle to feel the soft fabric. "What's the occasion, Rich?"
"Shhhhh," he requested placing an index to her lips. "Sit Indian style," he asked.
"Okay."
He continued to work with her like priceless art. He sat in back of her, wrapping his arms to the front buttons of her blouse. He delicately slide the buttons through the holes in the soft fabric of her shirt, sliding the sleeves off her arms. She sat facing away from him in a peach lace bra that encased her beautiful breasts and made her that much more alluring. It made him need the touch of her bare flesh more as he worked her lace trappings off with his lips. Rich's teeth gripped onto the back of her bra strap and unclipped the Victoria's Secret using his mouth, kissing her spine as the garment fell off her arms.
He got off the bed for a moment and she looked toward him.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhhhh," he asked again.
She heard the steady whump-whump-whump of their ceiling fan slowing start rotating, and the flickering lights of the candles through the silk blindfold seemed to bounce on-and-off as the downforce of the created wind reached them. Rich sat behind his bride again. She heard him rubbing his hands together, and then he touched her back with massage oil. His hands pushed deep against her back and shoulders. She moaned in pleasure.
"Let's take this off," he breathed in her ear. His mouth gripped the loose knot of the blindfold while his hands moved around her waist and he pressed his lotioned palms to her abdomen and took her breasts in his hands.
As the blindfold fell to her shoulders, she was surprised to be gazing into the candlelit eyes of a very beautiful but very naked woman who was also being massaged. She inhaled in intimidation and shyness until she realized she was looking into the gaze of herself. Her husband had brought seven or eight large mirrors into their bedroom and the warm illumination of the twenty lit candles made her feel as if she was in the romantic scene of the most romantic movie.
