F5: Mystery Night
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.)
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Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. These items caught my attention momentarily before I was enrapt by the appearance of my bedroom.
No lights were on in the room but it was aglow with the light of dozens of candles. As I entered the room I was taken aback by all of the time my wife had to have spent setting this up. I was also slightly ashamed that I hadn't been the romantic one in this case.
The next thought that hit me was that I had somehow overlooked an important event. I racked my brain, Valentine's Day was a couple of months past, and our wedding anniversary was still six months away. Her birthday and mine are both in November.
Even the anniversaries that only the women seem to remember didn't come to play. Our first date had been on New Year's Eve, and our first time in bed was just a week later. We started living together a month before we were married.
After running through every inane reason for celebration, my mind asked,
"What did she do?"
Did she wreck the car? Did she go on a shopping spree and blow the mortgage payment?
My mind was working overtime when I heard her behind me. "Don't say anything or turn around. The items on the table are your evening in a nutshell. Go take a shower and get EVRYWHERE clean," she finished my giving me a playful swat on the ass. Whenever she did this I knew she was ready for a night of debauchery.
I almost asked her what was going on, but I decided to take this ride and see where it lead. I went into the en suite bathroom and stripped out of my work clothes. On the counter was my razor and shaving cream alongside a note that read; "Use me." As I shaved my face as smooth as a baby's butt, my mind was still trying to figure out exactly what Sabrina was up to. One part of my mind was sure there was bad news on the horizon, but the pleasure centers were telling that part to shut up. I made an agreement with myself to fully enjoy what lay ahead and then let the chips fall where they may.
I turned on the shower and gave it a few minutes to get up to temperature. When I climbed into the shower the first thing I noticed was my usual cake of soap was missing. In its place was a bottle of a popular brand of men's body wash and a funny looking scrubby thing.
I have to admit that the body wash did smell better than my usual soap, and the scrubby was a pleasant experience. As I was washing, I sensed, more than heard furtive movements in the bathroom beyond the shower stall. I kept expecting my wife to join me in the shower, presumably to help clean certain parts of my anatomy.
After a few minutes of stalling and avoiding my raging hard on, I finally concluded that she was not indeed joining me and ended my shower. When I left the stall I found one of our huge fluffy beach towels waiting for me. It was sitting on Sabrina's stool she sits on to do her make up each morning. I picked the towel up and was pleasantly surprised to find it had just been pulled from the drier and was quite warm.
As I was drying off, I noticed a note on the stool. "When you are dry and ready, sit down facing away from the door and say my name."
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How cryptic?"
I thought to myself. I did as I was instructed. I dried off and applied my deodorant and aftershave, which had been conveniently left on the counter. I then sat down, facing away from the door and said, "Sabrina."
After a few minutes of waiting I was about to call out louder, but I heard the door open and heard the distinct sound of high heels on the tile floor. "Good," she breathed as she placed something over my eyes. I instantly recognized the blindfold as the handkerchief I had seen on the table.
"If at any time you wish to stop," she whispered in my ear as she tied the handkerchief. "Just say the word."
"The word." We had once watched the movie "Eurotrip." In the movie a horny sex obsessed kid goes into an Amsterdam brothel. During his visit he is given a safe word to say to stop the action if it became too intense. That safe word was long and in a foreign language which the kid didn't understand.
At one point he manages to say something along what he thought the word was, which triggered an even less desirable result. Between gales of laughter, I looked at Sabrina and said, "If we ever need a safe word it will be 'word' not fleufenkegenheifel."
With her introducing a safe word I immediately wondered what was about to happen. Once she was satisfied I couldn't see through the blindfold, she had me rise and lead me from the bathroom. When we got to the bed she instructed me to lie down in the middle of the bed.
I lay down and wondered what I was in for. She had put the silk sheets on the bed and the burning candles permeated the air with the scent of jasmine, with an undertone of vanilla.
"What an odd combination
," I thought as Sabrina grasped my right hand and guided it toward a corner of the bed. Once there she secured it with a leather cuff. Before I could wonder where the restraints had come from, she secured a cuff around my right ankle.