I knew something was up when she came out of the shower with that shit eating grin. We had both been out of town this week, I on business, and she at the big convention.
We've been together for quite some time, and we both had some ground rules. We'd never have sex with anyone else, even in the Clintonian sense. Nobody was allowed to touch the other. There were no lies. But, as for anything else, common sense and exhibitionism applied.
My wife is a stunning beauty: long blond hair, great curves, and 42 D tits. Her face was very attractive, seductive. She had big brown eyes that could definitely melt you.
Since we've been together, a few of our inhibitions had fallen by the wayside. I used to be the jealous type, not letting her wear anything low cut or showy. That has definitely changed over the past couple of years! Now, I look forward to seeing her in sheer tops, short skirts, and best of all, no bra and thongs.
Last week was pretty hectic for both of us. I barely had time to get to the phone, and she was in sessions all day. At night, I was so beat, we hardly spoke.
The last night, I got her on the phone long enough to give her some instructions. I got her attention by telling her to take off her bra and panties. She gave some hesitation, but knew she would be punished if she did not obey. The group she had been hanging around with had plans to go out dancing for the last night, and she didn't know when they would wrap up the night. I told her that it didn't matter.
As she started to dry off her hair, I took her wrist behind her back in an arm lock. She was wearing her red silk dressing gown, tied in the front. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled back, and told her, "You've got some explaining to do, don't you, my little slut..."
I loved playing these little games with her. She loved it, too. She was my slave, and I her master. We both knew the ground rules. At this point, I knew we were in for a fun filled night.
I let go of her hair, reached into the night table drawer, and pulled out my handcuffs. I pulled back her other wrist, and tightly applied the cuffs. Now the fun had begun...
"You said the gang and you were going out dancing, is that right, slave?"
"Yes, sir..." I knew she wouldn't lie, and that the events of the night would have my cock hard as a rock in no time. "We went to the dance club at the hotel."
"What were you wearing?"
"You know that white sheer top? I wore it with the top button undone. On the bottom, I had on my short black skirt, with the garter belt underneath." My instructions to her were not to have on any undergarments, which she complied with. "I wore my "come-fuck-me pumps," too." I knew what this ensemble looked like, and I knew how much could be seen if the situation was right.
