Hi, this is the first in a number of chapters I've written, predominantly for use in my own relationship. Just testing the waters to see if anyone else is interested in reading it; each chapter builds on the previous and over time will deal with lots of different things - hardcore fucking, public play, toys, first time anal, restraints, etc...
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It was almost 4 o'clock and he would be home soon; she felt a little thrill run through her as she wondered what he had planned. It had been a little over a week since the anniversary dinner when she had told that him she wanted to spice up their sex life. He had looked pretty shocked at the time, but all in all, she was pretty happy with the way things had turned out since; there was a distinct sense of sexual tension in the air that hadn't been there since they had started dating. They had been married for two years, and while she had always enjoyed their intimate moments, it was always fairly predictable, and she was desperate to liven things up.
She had been very careful not to hurt his feelings; she had heard just how sensitive men could be about their sexual prowess, and so had thought a lot about how to broach the subject. She had decided on their two year anniversary dinner, and had planned it meticulously, ensuring they were seated in a quiet corner of the restaurant so she could sureptitiously slide her foot up and rub it against his crotch. Smiling at his look of surprise, she had barrelled on and told him, then followed up by adding that he might be interested to know that she wasn't wearing any panties. His eyes had widened even more as he looked at her in amazement, studying her for a full minute as she had continued massaging his increasing bulge with her foot. Eventually he broke the silence by asking what had brought this on, and she had explained that she had been curious about the Fifty Shades of Grey books after her friend Tina had talked about them at a girls dinner a couple of months back. She had downloaded and read them, then liking what she had read, ventured onto the internet to explore further. 'What do you want me to do?' was his next question, and he had shaken his head when she had met his eyes and told him, as if he didn't completely believe what he was hearing. There was a pause as the waiter had come to top up their glasses, and he had a moment to gather his thoughts. His cock was straining to get out of his pants, and he couldn't remember ever being so aroused. Here was his beautiful 27 year old wife sitting across the table from him, not wearing any underwear, telling him she wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her; the only stipulation being that she didn't want it to hurt.
They had finished their meal and once in the car, he had reached under her dress to feel if indeed, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. His fingers had quickly found her exceedingly damp pussy, and she had thrust her head back into the seat when he stroked his fingers along it. They had driven home and made love more passionately than usual, and he didn't think he would ever forget what she had told him as they were lying there next to each other afterwards. 'I want to be fucked hard' she had said. 'I want you to blindfold me and take charge. I want you to use your fingers, your mouth, your cock, toys, whatever you have locked away in the deepest reaches of your mind that turns you on'. With him working days and her evenings, they'd agreed that the following Friday night was their next opportunity, so he would spend the next week planning and preparing. She'd cupped his penis and winked at this point, saying that no doubt he'd have some shopping to do, and his mind raced as he thought through the possibilities, a wide smile spreading across his face.
If nothing else, it had certainly kick-started their sex life, with him reaching over and fondling her pussy, and then sliding inside her for a short but pleasant experience every morning since their anniversary. And that had brought them to the present, her standing at the entrance to their bedroom in the same dress she'd been wearing last Friday. She had seen some charges for a couple of hundred dollars appear on their credit card statement that she didn't recognise, and guessed he'd taken her comment on board and been shopping. She heard the garage door, followed by the sound of a car coming into the garage. She took one last look around the room, then sat on the side of the bed and pulled the silky pink blindfold he had left out for her this morning over her eyes. She could see tiny cracks of light coming in from the bottom of the blindfold, so adjusted it slightly until it was pitch black, then lay down on the bed as he had instructed in the note he'd left with the blindfold. She'd read it so many times today that it was emblazoned on her memory:
Everything is prepared, and I hope you're as excited about tonight as I am.
I will be home at 4pm, please be lying on the bed wearing this when I come in.
Love,