Wear something sexy, but not slutty, he'd said, so I had. A high necked, dark blue, mid-thigh length silk dress, which, while not exactly figure-hugging, was tight enough to show off my curves. I'd paired it with shiny, mid-blue four-inch heeled shoes. Keeping with the theme, I had on a pair of French cut panties in a pale blue and a matching push up lacy bra. Not that my very pert and perky 34B size boobs needed any support, but then again, I didn't want the girls swinging about freely, nor my nipples standing out. Bare legs as it's a sultry August evening, and I've got a tan anyway.
The person I'd dressed to please, well, it was my pleasure as well. What girl doesn't like dressing up, especially for a special occasion, was equally casually yet smartly dressed. A pair of black pants showed his perfectly formed and tight arse off to perfection. His pale blue cotton shirt was worn tie-less, a lightweight midnight blue jacket completed his outfit. We looked like an ideal pair as the taxi dropped us off at the restaurant.
Ray, my husband, at six-foot, is four inches taller than me, so we fit well together.
The restaurant is one of those places that you just wish to find. Small and intimate serving exquisite food by efficient but not over fawning staff. Lighting low enough to be romantic, but bright enough to actually see what you are eating. It's one of our favourites and the perfect place to celebrate our third wedding anniversary.
We sat at ninety degrees to one another, not as I'd expected, facing one another. I'd been hoping to stare dreamily into Ray's liquid brown eyes during the meal. But he had pulled up the chair to the side of me. The reason soon became clear. He was in full seduction and teasing mode. Whispering all sorts of compliments to me throughout the meal. How beautiful I looked. How sexy I was. How he was the luckiest man in the place to have me sitting with him; How much he loved me; How he would do anything in the world for me to make me happy. Plus some very naughty things about what
he
wanted to do to
me
later that night. Halfway through the main course, Ray's hand crept onto my thigh, caressing it lightly. Then he delicately eased the hem of my dress higher and high, his fingers dancing on my bare skin. Then he teasingly left me alone. He'd excited me, getting me wondering if he was going to play with my pussy under the table. But no, he left me tantalisingly short of that daring delight.
The meal was as perfect as always, and the wine more than to our liking. We, well I, was chilled out and feeling very loving and romantic when we caught a taxi back home. I'd half expected Ray to be all over me on the drive home. Apart from a quick necking session, nothing. And Ray kept his hands well away from the parts of my body that excited both of us.
As we tumbled into the hallway, Ray took hold of my hand and lead me upstairs to our bedroom. At the top of the stairs, and just before he opened the bedroom door, Ray took out a blindfold and placed it over my eyes. Telling me to trust in him, that tonight was going to be special for us. I shivered in expectation. This was something new for use, then again we do like to experiment in the bedroom, and elsewhere.
As soon as we were in the bedroom, Ray began to kiss me. My arms wrapped lovingly around his neck as I pulled his face down to mine and responded with a long deep kiss of my own. Our tongues duelled and fought for dominance as we continued kissing like love-struck teens on a first date. Daring the other to be the first to break the kiss.
I eased Ray out of his jacket and managed to undo the buttons on his shirt, soon peeling it from his broad shoulders. Ray's hands had been equally busy but in a different way. Roaming up and down my unprotesting body. Each touch of his strong hands as he teased my boobs from outside my dress was increasing my desire tenfold.
Ray broke away from me, and taking my hand, he led me to what I assumed was the centre of the room, then he stood behind me. His arms snaked around my waist as he buried his face in my neck, kissing and nuzzling my ear lobes. The swine knows how much that turns me on, and it worked. I was getting hotter by the second. His hand moved higher and cupped both of my boobs, squeezing them harder now.
The zipper on my dress made that unmistakable zizz as it was pulled lower and lower. As soon as I left it free enough, I shrugged the dress off my shoulders and let it slither down my body to pool on the floor. Ray helped me step out of it and flicked the clasp on my bra open, allowing my boobs to bounce free. Instantly the cool air touched them, my nipples hardened.
Surprisingly Ray didn't touch my boobs, instead still nuzzling my neck, his hands went to the waistband of my panties and pushed them down, letting them slide down my toned thighs. I stepped out of them. I was naked and blindfolded. Ray eased my legs open and, taking hold of my hands, spread my arms wide. I was fully exposed. It was as if he was showing me off to an audience. Posing me. He held my arms wide away from my body. Maybe he was taking a photo, I thought, sometimes we do that and have even shot a video of us making love together.
Ray guided my faltering steps over to our super-king-sized bed and laid me on it before joining me and starting with the kissing again. We kissed for what seemed to me in my semi-deprived sensory state like ages. I felt Ray take hold of a hand and lift my arm over my head. Then he handcuffed my arm to the top of the bed. The other arm quickly followed, so now I was not only blindfolded and unable to see, I was also chained to my bed. I giggled, we'd not done that before, but then again, Ray had promised me something special tonight.
Back to kissing, God Ray was drawing the foreplay out tonight. Now he began to kiss his way down my body, taking plenty of time at my neck and shoulder. Before dragging his tongue lower and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Pow! I exploded. There is a direct hardwired link between my nipples and my pussy. I flooded instantly. Ray sucked and played with my boobs paying equal attention to each. Kissing or sucking on my by now very hard and prominent nips. Biting gently on them, making my pussy thrum with anticipation at what was surely still to come.
My body was writhing around already, legs opening and closing, pulling up and back or going straight out. By now, I'd have been rubbing my clit frantically, but of course, my hands were restrained. I realised I was completely at my husband's mercy. He could do to me whatever he wanted to. Not that I had anything to worry about. We're pretty adventurous in our role play, and I knew he would never do anything that would hurt me. More than I like that is. I don't mind a little mild spanking. But in this position, I didn't think that was what he had in mind.
At last, Ray's mouth resumed its journey, southward down my body. Lips, kissing, teeth leaving delightfully little nips on my torso. I had expected him to now do what he loves and attack my pussy, but again he surprised me by kissing his way down and past it. Down my leg, and then back up. Across my lower belly. Blowing a zephyr of warm breath over my pussy as he crossed to the other leg, then kissed his way down and back up that one as well.
All the time, his hands were working my skin, dragging his nails slowly over it, but not quite scratching me. My sense of feeling was heightened by being unable to see or know what Ray was about to do next.
I sensed Ray was kneeling between my legs. He had to be staring at my, by now, sopping wet pussy. I was in an agony of longing for him to touch it. I had become vocal and was begging him to lick or kiss it. Ram his hand in it if he wanted to. Do anything as long as he touched the bloody thing! Ray chuckled softly to himself.
"Impatient, aren't we." Before I could answer, he placed his mouth over my pussy lips and kissed, at the same time slipping his tongue deep into me. I screamed, both in relief, and a foul obscenity at him, bringing another chuckle that sent vibrations into my pussy.
My legs scissored around Ray's neck and pinned him in place. Although slim, my thighs are toned and very strong. My hands may be out of use, but my legs weren't. There was no way Ray was getting free until he got me going enough so that my legs would open. Ray is very good at oral sex. Very, very good. I'd found that out when we were engaged. Although not inexperienced with sex, I was a virgin on my wedding night. I'd done lots of oral, with not only Ray but previous boyfriends as well. I'd been brutally honest with all of them from the first date. Full sex was off the table. Oral and things in between were fine. So Ray was the only man I had had full penetrative sex with.
Ray then went to town on my clit and pussy. I know they are in the same place and connected, but they respond differently and cause different reactions in me. He licked my pussy using slow deep strokes of his tongue, or he swirled it deep in my hole. His teeth mirrored what they'd done with my nipples and bit down gently, holding my clit in his mouth as his tongue flicked the sensitive end.
His fingers were now inside me, curled upward as he worked them in and out, catching on my spongy pad of my G-spot. I screamed and howled as an intense orgasm shot through me. I sensed my juices pouring out of me, covering Ray's face. They had to, as his face was still planted hard against my pussy. I felt him lick and slurp my juices greedily up.
Usually, now we would switch to me doing oral on Ray, and I was desperate to get his cock into my mouth. God, then I'd tease him, punish him for tormenting me. This time was different, like a lot of things that night. Ray shifted position and instead of switching into a sixty-nine, I became aware that his cock was pushing ever so slowly but with an unrelenting force into my pussy. He didn't stop until every millimetre of his cock (it sounds bigger that way) was buried deep inside me. I squeezed my pussy on his shaft, held him tight, trying my best to deny him egress. A pinch on my nipples made me gasp and release him. Ray eased back just as slowly as he'd entered me. So far back, I thought he'd actually pulled out. Bam! Ray powered in as hard as he could, the force literally moving me up the bed. Once again, I screamed in delight.
Ray now found his rhythm, and it was fast and hard. The teasing foreplay was in stark contrast to the rough, hard fucking my husband then gave me. My legs wrapped themselves around his back as I forced my hips off the bed to meet his powerful thrusts. I was gasping and screaming and shouting. My breathing was ragged as I raced to another orgasm.
Ray's hands were playing with my boobs, but mine were still trapped by the handcuffs, adding to my excitement and frustration. Usually, I love to run my nails down his back during rough sex.
I have no idea how long we kept up this hard, rough, yet surprisingly loving sex, but my body was covered in sweat, and I could feel Ray was the same. I was on the verge of yet another orgasm when I sensed Ray stiffen. His cock seemed to grow harder and bigger. It twitched as his cum surged along his throbbing shaft, exploded from the little slit I love to push my tongue into and coated the whole of my insides.
I bucked and screamed and thrashed about, my legs wrapping around, then releasing Ray as I came. I was still in the final throes of my orgasm when Ray pulled out. Generally, we stay together, then again nothing about this night was normal. I'd never been blindfolded or handcuffed to the bed before.
I felt Ray get off the bed and then back on again. Maybe he was simply changing positions. That was when a hard cock presented itself to my pussy and slid right inside me. What the hell? Who was that? Ray couldn't have got hard again so quickly. I knew at once from the feel that this was a different cock. It felt different from my husbands, but whose was it?
I was about to scream when a hand went over my mouth as Ray whispered in my ear. "Enjoy your very special anniversary present, my love." Then he kissed me.
