Walking up to the house after work I am mildly surprised to see all of the lights out. Most nights when I come home the house is brightly lit, with supper either on the table or close to being ready. But tonight a million thoughts run through my mind as my hand falls onto the latch.
Did you go to the bar? Maybe you went shopping. Or, a little voice in the back of my head whispers, did my letter this morning seem so off the wall that you left? Our sexual adventures in the bedroom had never been what you might call wild-I mean the sex is great but it’s the same night after night. So that idea might have just been shocking not arousing, as I had hoped.
I push these unsettling thoughts aside as I open the door. There is a faint light shining from the direction of the kitchen which I hadn’t seen from the outside as it was at the back of the house. Feeling much better now I took off my coat and shoes before making my way down there. Walking into the kitchen a smile crosses my lips as I see a single candle sitting in the middle of the table with a white envelope resting against the base.
Stepping up to the table I pick up the envelope, open it and draw out the folded sheets inside. I need to turn on a light so I can sit down and read it. It says:
To my love,
Your letter on my pillow this morning was a delightful surprise. I have often wondered if you might be willing to explore new and exciting experiences with me but did not have the courage to approach you with it. I would never do anything to hurt you and I was afraid. Please take this as an answer.
After a few minutes;
I am caressing your back feeling your heart pound inside your ribcage when the feel of your soft skin causes my cock to twitch back to life. I turn you gently so you are on your stomach and getting on my knees, I lean over you and press kisses down your spine. Your skin twitches under my lips and tongue as you moan softly deep in your throat. You arch your back into my hand stretching your hands out at the same time.
Quickly now I reach up and before you know it have your hands tied to the bedposts. You squirm a little and I take great delight in watching your ass wiggle. Reaching down to cup it, I lean over and whisper in your ear “watch yourself Hon or I’m going to have to tan that pretty ass of yours.” As my tongue traces the outer rim of your ear.
Immediately you still, and I smile, knowing that your ass is so sensitive and that you are not up for that kind of fun-yet. I come up on my knees and straddle you, my calves gripping your thighs gently, my cock and balls gently brushing your ass and back. I splay my hands over you and begin to massage you with slow powerful strokes.
Just as you are relaxing, I change my strokes so they fall directly on your ribcage. You undulate your ass against me, trying to get away, knowing what is coming. But you can’t and my fingers dance along your ribs as you shout with laughter, wiggling more frantically now. All this does is rub your hard little nipples against the bed, making them even more sensitive. You begin moaning low in your throat now in a painful mixture between arousal and laughter and I decide to take pity on you.