Reconnecting

A 750-word story about a little fantasy of mine.

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I had just walked into the house after running an errand when I heard Jenny call down to me.

"Kevin, would you come up here please."

"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute."

"Kevin, now please."

"Yeah, I'll just be a minute. I need to do something on the computer."

"I said NOW, Kevin!"

Whoa, what's with the attitude. Better see what she wants. I took the steps two at a time as I usually do, not that I was in a hurry to find out what prompted the bitchiness. Sheesh, what could be so important.....

"What the ...Uh," I stopped there as I walked in the bedroom and saw Jenny.

She was, well I certainly wasn't expecting this. She had on a black push-up bra, black thigh high stockings, a pair of black stiletto heels (the ones I had been asking her to wear but never would) and was standing there with her arms folded. A rather stern expression crossed her face.

I'm thinking what the hell? Have I done something wrong? (I know, typical husband reaction, because usually we have done something wrong."

"Well! I see I have your attention. Now that you're here, you can stand there and listen to what I have to say."

I nodded and gestured with my hand to proceed.

Jenny took a deep breath to compose herself and said, "for some time now things have been just... so-so between us. We've not really been connecting and acting like a couple. Yes, that's both of our failings, and no, I'm not blaming you. But! I didn't want things to continue to slide, and us end up feeling like we had nothing in common."

"I realized all this a few days ago. So, I decided to shake things up in our marriage and help us to reconnect. Maybe even break out of my comfort zone; try to be a little more daring."

"Are you paying attention? You may nod now! Yes, good. And I see at least part of you seems to be paying attention."

I squirmed a little.

"This is what today is about. I've been feeling a little...ah, frisky, and yet, frustrated. I can only do so much by myself. You have always wanted me to be more aggressive in bed. Well, that's what you're going to get. You are going to kneel here on this cushion, and you're going to satisfy me how you know best. And yes, you usually do a very good job."

Usually? Wow, talk about making a guy feel small.

At this point I was about ready to bust out of my jeans just from looking at Jenny dressed as she was.

"I think you know exactly what I mean and I'm certain you'll do your very best to satisfy me, and hopefully this can be the start of us feeling closer."

I took a step towards Jenny, but she held up her hand.

"Stop right there. I'm sure you have questions or something you think you need to say, but there will be time for that later."

"But first, to make things a little more interesting I need you to turn around. I'm going to tie your hands behind your back. I can't have you cheating and using your fingers to find that special spot that helps me climax."

I slowly turned around and put my hands behind my back while my mind was spinning. I had wanted Jenny to take control of things in the bedroom occasionally and it never happened. And now? Just seeing her in those heels turned me on!

And with that Jenny pulled out a piece of red webbing and expertly lashed my wrists together.

"There. That should hold you. Now, to further encourage you, I can promise you will be amply rewarded if you can satisfy me in the next ten minutes."

With that Jenny sat down on the bed and leaned back with her legs slightly spread and her heels on the floor.

I approached the bed and kneeled on the mat she had so thoughtfully placed there. I could already sense her arousal. She had obviously been masturbating, she was so moist.

I leaned in and nuzzled her trimmed bush and as I gave the inside of her thigh a gentle nip with my teeth, I felt her wrap her legs around me and squeeze, pulling me even closer.

Afterwards, we laid there feeling like we had when we first got together. Maybe Jenny was on to something.