As soon as she walked in the front door, Carol knew she was in for a special night. She smiled as she looked around the sparkling house and sniffed the wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen. She left her briefcase by the door, slipped off her sandals and walked barefoot into the kitchen, following the sounds of soft jazz accompanied by Mike's deep voice.
Mike glanced up from the cutting board when she entered the room, a broad smile brightening his face. He walked over to her and gave her a deep kiss before drawing back to smile at her. "How was your day, babe?"
"Pretty good, actually. I met my sales target three days early, so that should keep the overseers happy." Carol snuggled into him contentedly.
"Fantastic. I had no doubt you could do it."
"So what's all this?" she asked, her sweeping arm taking in the clean house, the bubbling pot on the stove, and the bottle of wine chilling on the counter.
"Oh nothing much. You've been working hard and I've had the last five days off, so I thought you deserved a little special treatment." Mike ran his hands down her back, over the swell of her bottom, pulling her pelvis tight against him. He kissed the corner of her mouth as his eyes danced. "You like?"
Not sure if he was referring to all of his preparations or the growing bulge pressing into her abdomen, Carol nodded happily, "I like!" She reached up to kiss him again. "I like very, very much, thank you. Do I have time for a quick shower before dinner?"
"Of course. Here, why don't you take this with you?" Mike said, pouring her a glass of wine. "You take your time and get nice and clean." He ran his hands over her soft curves one more time and kissed her softly before pushing her towards their bedroom, which had a generous ensuite bathroom attached. "Dinner will be ready in about half an hour."
Carol wasn't sure what was prompting Mike's special treatment, but she wasn't about to complain. In fact, he'd been acting oddly secretive the last few days and more than once she'd caught him looking at her with a bemused smile on his face.
When she had asked him why he was being so mysterious, he told her that he was working on a special project in the basement, and made her promise not to go into the family room down there. Because of the way his shifts worked, he got a full seven days off in a row once a month and he often used that stretch of time to tackle a renovation or construction project. As she stripped to get ready for the shower, Carol wondered if he was building the library shelves that she had been asking for or, better yet, putting in the gas fireplace they'd always dreamed about.
Carol pinned her hair high on her head, turned on the shower, and then sipped her wine while she waited for the water to heat up. She stepped under the warm water and let it caress her back and shoulders, relaxing under the spray. She loaded a mesh sponge with her favorite Angel's Mist body wash and slowly ran it over her soft curves as she reflected on the great relationship she had with Mike.
They had met five years ago when they were both in their early thirties, and within six months, they decided to move in together. They had many things in common, but enough separate interests to keep things interesting and maintain a comfortable level of independence.
Their sex life, passionate from the beginning, had only improved with time as they learned what the other liked, and what touches or strokes drove the other wild. The past few months, things had kicked up into an even higher gear as they began sharing their fantasies with each other; these shy confessions made while cuddled together on the couch always led to an explosive performance later in the bedroom.
Thinking about Mike's ability to drive her insane with desire, Carol absently rubbed the sponge over her nipples, which had already puckered under the caress of the spraying water. She slid her hand down over her smooth abdomen, until it rested in the curls over her pubic bone, and she closer her eyes as a shiver rather through her. She stroked the soapy sponge between her thighs, shuddering as the mesh bumped and tugged her clit, which had begun to swell and peak out between her lips.
She was just about to slip a finger between those slippery lips when the door opened and Mike's voice carried through the steam. "Are you almost done, honey? Dinner's just about ready."
Carol startled guiltily, glad that Mike couldn't see her blushing furiously. "Umm....yes! Of course. I'll be right there!"
She quickly rinsed the soap from her body, using all of her willpower to keep herself from directing the pulsating showerhead to where she most wanted to feel it. She rubbed herself briskly with a towel, and applied a generous amount of Angel's Mist body lotion over her long limbs, flanks, abdomen and chest, lingering briefly on her tight nipples.
Deciding to forgo a bra and panties, she slipped into a simple short sundress that hugged her firm curves, with a skirt that flared and flounced high up around her long and limber thighs. Her face, flushed with the heat of the shower and her own arousal, didn't need any makeup. A quick brush through her damp golden locks, a touch of lip-gloss, and she was ready.
She padded across the thick carpet of the hallway and eased her way into the kitchen, sliding her arms around Mike from behind as he worked at the counter.
"Oh my," he said, leaning into her. "You feel" he wiggled back, "and smell" he sniffed, "and look" he said as he turned in her arms "absolutely amazing!" He kissed her warmly before taking her hand and leading her to the table, where he held out a chair for her.
"Mademoiselle, please have a seat," he said with a mock flourish, and Carol gracefully slid into her chair. Mike tucked a napkin over her lap, 'accidentally' brushing against her breast as he did so, and he smiled when he saw her nipple harden in immediate response. Then he presented her with the wine bottle before dramatically pouring a full glass for her.
Carol laughed at his pompousness, and took a generous sip of wine as he scurried about, serving both of them: grilled salmon, baby roasted potatoes done to melt-in-your mouth perfection, maple-glazed carrots, fresh crusty bread with creamy butter.
They savored their meal, chatting companionably about nothing in particular, but Carol kept catching Mike gazing at her intently, that peculiar smile around the corners of his mouth. She chose not to say anything, just enjoying the moment. Mike kept her wine glass filled, and soon she sat back flushed with the effects of the great food and drink.
"Mike, you really outdid yourself!" She sighed, sated and content.
"Why thank you, my dear lady -- I'm glad you enjoyed it." He topped up her glass once again and kissed her on the cheek. "Mmmmm. You've got a bit of butter on your chin" he licked it off lasciviously. "Why don't you go clean that up a bit while I clear the table?"
"But let me help you..." Carol started to say, intending to clear the table.
"Shush! Do as you're told and run along," he turned her towards the bathroom and patted her bum. Carol rolled her eyes but obediently made her way to the facilities, taking time to brush her teeth and wash has her face before returning.
When she opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the hallway, she was greeted by darkness, except for a solitary candle flickering in the dining room. She turned off the bathroom light and slowly made her way forward, one hand sliding along the wall.
"Mike? Hun? What are you up...". Just at that moment, the candle was extinguished, and she was plunged into pitch darkness. She chuckled. "Mike, come on now. This is getting sil-...OHHH!" She squeaked as she felt him brush up behind her, her heart thumping even though she had half-expected him.
He turned her towards him, and gently kissed her eyes, then her nose, then her mouth. "Carol, do you trust me?"
"What? Of course, I trust you. What kind of question is that?"
"Good. Because I wouldn't ever let anything or anyone hurt you, I hope you know that. You're so precious, Carol, and I love you very much." He was speaking very softly, but urgently.
Carol smiled through her confusion. "And I love you, Mike, you know that."
"Uh huh, I do. And so tonight...I want tonight to be very special for you," his voice had dropped to a whisper.
Carol heard a soft rustling noise in the dark before she felt the blindfold lower over her eyes, and she stiffened slightly. Mike tightened the blindfold and fastened it behind her head. "Does that feel OK? Not too tight?"
Carol's voice cracked with nervousness and anticipation as she whispered "It's fine. But what..."
"Sssshhhh. Just relax. And enjoy." Mike took her hand and slowly led her forward across the floor.
"Careful now. We're at the top of the basement stairs. Hold my hand and we'll go down one step at a time."
