I lay on the bed. Arms above my head. Handcuffed to the bed head. Blindfold clouding my vision in utter black.
I was glad the heating in the house was on because otherwise in my naked state I would have been cold.
It had been 5 minutes, 10 minutes, no more like 30 minutes since my wife had: "Gone to visit our daddy." Had been her words.
She is downstairs, getting a drink and a midnight snack, I'm sure of it. I think to myself. There is no way she has actually gone into the guest bedroom where my father is staying for the foreseeable future as he looks for a new house...
No, she is downstairs laughing at her tease.
Step. Step. Step.
My eyes may had been covered but I was almost positive I heard footsteps enter the bedroom then.
A warm hand wrapped itself around my still standing, erect cock and a womans voice. My wife's voice whispered in my ear: 'Looks like someone's been patiently waiting for me like a good boy, like my good boy.'
'Didn't really give me a choice did you?' I asked not expecting a serious answer.
The blindfold was then lifted from my head giving me my vision back and on her hands and knees in front of me was my gorgeous wife; Emily.
Though when she left to: "Go visit our daddy", she had been naked. Now however she was wearing a big baggy t-shirt. Not just any baggy t-shirt though, it belonged to my father.
I could have sworn I saw it lying on the sofa as me and Emily retired for bed earlier tonight before my father, Jim. So it was fine. She had gone downstairs and put it on then. Only, My father was a clean man, especially when staying over at mine and Emily's house, he always cleaned up after himself so what if he had taken it up with him when he turned in for bed. That would mean...
Emily leaned in and kissed me our tongue's connecting and fighting in a passionate deep kiss.
She then reached up and uncuffed my arms allowing me to finally lift them down from over my head, they ached.
'So, where'd you get that t-shirt?' I asked as Emily rolled off me and tucked herself into our bed, still wearing my fathers baggy t-shirt.
'Where do you think I got it from?' She asked back.
'Well last I saw it was on the sofa as me and you went upstairs to bed. So I hope from there, where you've been sat giggling to yourself at me being tired up.' I said.
'Hmm.'
'What?' I asked.
'Your my good boy.' She said turning to kiss me again, no tongue this time. 'Time for bed.'
With that she turned to the night lamp on her side of the bed, which had controls to turn both her bed side lamp as well as my side's lamp off and the room turned to darkness.
'Your not going to tell me if I'm right?' I asked.
'Right about what?'
'Where you got that shirt.' I reiterated.
'Well where else would I have got it from?' She asked.
'My fathers bedroom.' It almost hurt to say allowed.
'That would be naughty.' She said. 'I'm tired, time for bed.'
The room fell to silence, I didn't know what to say and I didn't think an answer would come tonight so turning over, I wrapped my arms around Emily, resting them over her breasts where I swear I felt her move my hands off them, moving them to her stomach and closed my eyes for sleep.
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I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Birds singing outside.
Sunshine pouring through the gaps in the bedroom curtains.
The smell of bacon cooking downstairs.
I got up from bed, grabbed my dressing gown from the back of the bedroom door. Wrapped it around myself and headed downstairs.
As I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked left to where I thought I had last seen my fathers t-shirt- the one Emily had worn to sleep last night.
It wasn't there.
"Shit." I thought.
I carried on walking and turned to the right to enter the kitchen where the smell of bacon filled my nostrils. My father, Jim was sitting at the breakfast table in his usual attire of a baggy t-shirt and shorts. 'Mornin' son.' He said looking up from his phone as I entered.
'Morning dad.'
