The baby was asleep in his bed, the cat was outdoors, the venetian blinds were drawn, and the lights were out throughout their entire home except their bedroom. Only a dim night light illuminated their private room.
He quickly removed all his clothing but she did not.. She stood across the room in front of a full-length mirror so he could get two views of her as she slowly removed her clothing. She watched his penis go from flaccid to erect as she teasingly undressed. The only things she had on after she removed her panties were her engagement and wedding rings. She finished her undressing by placing her rings on the night table.
"Lie down on the bed," he requested.
She treated his request as though it were an order. She rested her head on a pillow, stretched her arms to reach the corner bedposts and asked, "Is this what you want?"
"Yes."
He sat lightly on her chest keeping his weight on his knees. He put his penis in her mouth, and tied one of her outstretched arms to the bedpost. Then he tied her other outstretched arm to the second bedpost. She offered no resistance because she loved him and had confidence he would not hurt her. The thirty-one and twenty-n-ne year old couple had played like this several time throughout their six years of marriage. He played cave man; she played the role of a kidnapped cavewoman.
"I love you, John," is the only thing she said during the entire procedure.
He moved to the foot of the bed. She spread her legs wide exposing her shaved genitals to his appreciative view.
"I didn't know cave women shaved their pussies," John quipped.
"Be quiet or I'll make you untie me," she retorted.
He kissed her clitoris, gave it a lick, and took a quick suck on it.
The baby cried out.
"See what the baby wants. I'm tied up for the moment," she smiled.
Without a word, John tended to the baby's needs and returned.
"He lost his binky," John explained.
"He should sleep well tonight. He drained enough milk out of my tits."
John took the lubricant jelly out of the night table. He put some on his fingers and gently inserted two of them into her vagina. His lubricated thumb sought and found her clitoris. The thumb circled it, flicked it back and forth, and pinched it gently. It was the flicking back and forth that she appreciated most. The wriggling fingers inside her stimulated her G-spot. It wasn't long before she was moaning, her hips started to undulate, her back arched, her moans became joyous squeals, she squirted.
When she uttered their code word "No," John stopped playing with her clit.
"You play with my clit better than I ever did when I was single. Where did you learn to do that?"
