Sarah Rhodes stood by the window gazing wistfully at the full moon and the clear starlit night sky. Her marriage to Ralph was to all outward appearances the perfect pairing. Sarah came from a family of 'old money' in England with an ancestry which was traceable almost back to the Norman Conquest. She epitomised good taste, elegance and style. Ralph on the other hand was a self-made man who had made a fortune in finance. His money had provided a mansion in the country in acres of grounds, furnished and decorated impeccably by London's finest designers, as well as a flat in Mayfair, equally desirably appointed. They had a maid and a butler/chauffeur, several cars and a lifestyle of luxury. But Sarah's life had an emptiness that was increasingly apparent to her, gnawing away at her soul like a dull aching pain.
Ralph worked so hard he barely spent time at home, usually arriving home late from the office, exhausted and not interested in anything other than a quick dinner and sleep. He was kind, attentive and generous and had given her all the material things a woman could want, but Sarah had lost count of the number of nights she had longed for intimate physical contact and a satisfying session of love-making. She often lay in bed looking at his sleeping body. She would lie back and almost in desperation begin to run her fingers over her body as she felt a loving man would do. At these times she would caress her breasts, teasing and twisting her nipples until she felt the wetness begin to seep between her legs. A single middle finger would find its way between her pussy lips and bring her the blessed relief for another night.
They had talked about the problem, and Ralph had suggested that his business trip to Amsterdam could provide some ideas to spice up this side of their lives. Tonight as she gazed out of the window, she wondered what Ralph could possibly bring back in the way of toys or simply ideas to please her. Despite her past disappointments she was excited at the prospect of new experiences with her husband and her mind was playing over possible options when the phone rang.
"Sarah darling, I've just landed at the airport, so I'll be there in about half an hour."
"Fine love, I'll be glad to see you."
"Sarah, there's something I need to tell you...you remember the chat we had, about, err, ...some new ideas?"
Sarah gulped her reply "Yes, dear, I do" Her heart beat faster.
"Well there's something I want you to do. I want you to get those Hermes silk scarves I bought in Paris...and..."
Sarah was intrigued as her pulse quickened. "Yes, get those Sarah and, ummm, errr...tie your ankles to the bed posts, and you'll find a blindfold in the drawer too". Sarah could almost feel the embarrassment in her husband's voice as he stammered out the rest of the instructions.
She went to the drawer and pulled out the scarves, deliciously soft; she was beginning to be aroused by the sheer sensuousness of the material. She followed Ralph's instructions, undressing at the window, the pale moonlight casting shadows that emphasised the profile of her breasts, her hips and the gentle curve of her stomach down to the soft downy hair of her pussy mound. She felt the cool evening breeze on her skin as she moved to the bed, tying her ankles to the bed posts with the longer of the scarves, and one wrist with her favourite deep blue silk. She had the blindfold ready and as Ralph had ordered, kept one hand free. Her mind raced at the thought of what novel ideas her husband might be arousing her with. He sounded slightly huskier tonight, as if he really were beginning to change his attitude to their sex life. She lay back and let her imagination roam free, thinking of the pleasures to come and the delights which her husband might bring.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of the door closing downstairs, sounds were now all she had to rely on in the dark of the blindfold but soon there would be the sense of touch, gloriously sensuous touch. The bedroom door was already ajar. She heard footsteps on the polished pine floor and sensed the presence of someone by her side. She felt him lift her hair and kiss her neck softly, the shiver of expectation running through her whole body. His hand held her free arm, and a soft velvet caress circled her wrist. Puzzled, she allowed her arm to be stretched out and she heard the metallic click of what she now realised were velvet covered handcuffs. My God she thought, Ralph really is beginning to open up!
Powerless and vulnerable now with her wrists and ankles secured and the blindfold in place, she felt a moist tongue on her breast, circling the nipple, sucking as it did so. Her moans heightened his attentions and he sucked harder, pulling the nipple firmly until it was totally erect. His fingers continued the work twisting and teasing her nipple as Sarah felt herself floating on the waves of pleasure that were now beginning to engulf her. She was surrendering herself to his touches now, her body open to whatever he wanted, and she wanted it all. She could feel the years of unfulfilled sex fading as he kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue exploring, caressing her tongue in the most lingeringly erotic kiss she had ever felt.
The sensations ceased as he removed his mouth. She moaned and whimpered questioningly, but then she felt the tongue again, running round her two nipples and down her body, flicking into her belly button as it moved further down. She mentally tensed as she ached for it to find her pussy, but she exhaled her disappointment as it went past her mound and down the inside of her right thigh, lingering on that sensitive skin. Had her hands been free she would have pulled his head back up between her legs, but she was tied, unable to do what she so wanted to do. Instead her hips bucked instinctively, attempting to lure him back but his tongue ignored her and slowly, tantalisingly, moved up the inside of her left thigh.
