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.
