Audrey stood in front of the floor length hotel mirror and removed her earrings one after the other. The dark floral wall paper swallowed almost all of the light in the already dim room, and she admired her statuesque presence her gown and heels gave her one last time before kicking them off. Barefoot, she walked to the center of the room to the bed as she heard the sink in the bathroom turn off. She reached for her travel bag that would contain her earrings and other jewelry and as she grabbed it she felt her phone inside buzz.
John stepped out of the bathroom, patting his face with a towel before tossing it back in. His tie undone, the male marker of an evening completed. He pulled his shoes off and laid down on the bed on top of the covers.
"What a fantastic dinner. The perfect way to celebrate 5 years." He said. "Thank you so much for setting that up, babe. I love you so much."
A wry, quiet smile washed over Audrey's face. Her silence saying nothing, but obviously a lot, John's curiosity piqued.
"What?" He asked "What is it?"
"Nothing." She responded. "I find it amusing that you think that all I'd plan is a dinner."
John squinted. "Aud.. What are you up to?" He asked with a smile.
Audrey smiled and unlocked her phone. She glanced at the door and back to her husband. She took a moment to admire his demeanor in the face of uncertainty. Privately, she had a running list of his fantasies, and was checking them off as surprises on random anniversaries. The twist was, whenever she'd cater to his desires, she would combined it with a fantasy of her own. What's his was hers and vice versa. That didn't stop in fantasy land for her.
She reached into her gown pocket and pulled out a velvet blindfold and tossed it on his lap.
"Trust me." She said. "This is going to be extremely hot. But there are going to be rules. Think you can manage?"
"Without any other information, I think I have no other choice but to accept." He said sarcastically. He pursed his lips hoping to hide the nervous energy that spiked within. "What are the rules?"
Audrey sidled over along slide the bed. "There are three rules. Rule number one. Your hands only get to touch what I say they can touch. That includes yourself."
John nodded with a self assured smile. "Easy." He said. Audrey sat next to him on the bed.
"Rule number two. Your lips only get to touch my lips." She followed with.
John cocked his head. His heart rate elevated and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "What else would they be touching?" He asked. Audrey shushed him immediately and grabbed his hands. The warmth cemented his trust in her. She looked into his eyes and gave him a kiss. "Ok." He said "What's rule number three?"
The was a light knock on the door. His heart rate spiked again immediately.
"Rule number three. No peeking." And she placed the velvet blindfold food over his eyes. He felt the bed rise with her having stood up and after hearing a few footsteps, could tell Audrey had dimmed the lights even further.
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Seconds felt like minutes as John sat in the darkness. His other senses heightened, he could hear the latch of the door and a different set of footsteps. The room instantly crackling with the presence of another person. They were wearing shoes, that they also kicked off. Their footsteps were heavier than Audrey's, their stride longer and assured, masking Audrey's own footsteps. John turned his head around as if to see better with his ears. He sat upright in the bed, kicking his legs out and feet to the floor. Audrey sat back next to him.
"So there's no need to feel threatened or afraid. This is not a stranger." She said. "I want you to have a thrilling and sense heightened experience for this fantasy of yours, and I want you to give me all control. I'm going to describe to you what's happening as we go through the evening and will tell you when your input is needed. Is that understood?"
John nodded.
