Crossing That Line
Robert and Janet
As I pulled into our subdivision, I admired the peaceful setting. Hunters Run is composed of sedate two story houses on large lots with a canopy of mature oaks showing just a hint of Fall. Sunday traffic was light and couples were out walking dogs or just getting exercise on this mild early evening. The neighborhood scene quietly said money, success, peace and prosperity.
I pulled into the driveway and keyed the remote for the garage door noting that my wife's car was in its usual spot and my space was empty and welcoming. I drove in, parked and then popped the trunk to get out my bags. I had texted Janet that I was on my way home but I failed to get a confirmation of my message. Next I took a deep breath and reminded myself not to react adversely to whatever greeted me when I returned from my weekend activities. After all, I had had my weekend adventure and I know that she had her's.
When I walked into the kitchen carrying my bags I immediately saw that Janet was sitting at the table with two freshly poured drinks in front of her. The Scotch wasn't the primary thing that drew my eyes but rather the fact that she was naked and frankly looked like she had been ridden hard and put away wet.
As I set my bags down and approached the table she swung her beautiful legs out from under the table and spread them for me. Looking down as if ashamed to meet my gaze she said in a soft voice.
"He ordered me to show you everything before I got cleaned up."
She held her pose for a long minute so that I could take in the whole picture. She then slowly stood and slowly turned in a circle. What was displayed was a variety of head to foot markings on a body that had been pristine three days ago. She was now decorated with love bites, hickies, restraint marks, finger prints, small bruises and crusted semen. Her pussy had been completely waxed and her clit and labia looked reddish and swollen.
"I could never get you to do a complete wax job."
"Actually he tied me up and did it himself. He loves to eat pussy and said my fucking hair was always getting in his teeth."
"Seems to me I said the same thing and it went nowhere."
"Let's not quibble Sweetheart. It's done now and I sort of like it." Then in a softer tone she added.
"You've been fucking and so have I so why don't we just head for the shower and whirlpool to get clean and soak?"
"You're right, I promised to keep my engine turned off and I will. Just take your drink and get the water going. I'll lock up and join you shortly."
With a soft loving little smile she picked up her drink and went up the stairs. As she left the room I noted the pattern in the flogger marks on her thighs and the bright red hand prints on her butt cheeks.
As I secured the house I noted that Janet had started cleaning up the Living Room. However, there were still a variety of drink glasses and other litter along with cases from our "adult" DVD collection. There were some women's underwear items on the floor but I ignored them and followed her upstairs. I poked my head into the Guest bedroom at the head of the stairs as the door was partially closed but the light was still on.
The bed had been stripped down to the bottom sheet and there was a significant amount of evidence that some really serious fucking had taken place here. The stand alone full length mirror was now at the bedside and our soft restraints were still attached to the four corner posts of the bed. There were half a dozen sex toys on the night stand, lots of used tissues on the floor and a number of very wet spots on the sheet. Even my uneducated nose could detect the obvious aromas of cum, pussy, sweat, aftershave and perfume.
The kid's old bedrooms were untouched and in our suite the bed was made but looked hastily pulled together. Not that I have super acute smelling but I could smell sex in the air in here as well. Hanging my garment bag in the closet, I stripped down and made a pile of all my soiled clothes and combined them with the dirty ones from my overnight bag. A short visit to the hall and I put them all down the clothes chute. Then picking up my toiletries bag, I went into the bathroom.
Janet was already in the shower as I opened the door and entered the enclosure. As usual I was struck by the natural beauty of my wife's body and I spooned against her backside letting the water flow over both of us. As my hands slid down her shapely figure, I marveled at the sensuous feel of her toned belly and bare pussy. Her exercise regimen of the last two years had restored her 43 year old body to where it had been before motherhood's effects. I also had gotten back into shape at the club. With diet and exercise, I had shed my excess belly weight and was probably more toned than I had been in college.
After a few minutes of just quietly reuniting physically we took turns with body wash and carefully cleaned every square inch of each other's bodies. As I washed her, I again noted all the marks on her otherwise perfect complexion. I tried to ignore them but obvious love bites were distracting. Finishing the shower we slipped into the tub and sat back sipping our scotch. She was sitting back against me and I was idly toying with her slippery breasts. Her nipples were stiff and probably sore from all the abuse of the weekend but still she moaned a little and leaned back on my shoulder and kissed my neck.
"I really would love to make love with you now but I need a rain check. The old puss is just too sore to go again. OK sweetheart?"
Out of the tub we got ready for bed. Janet paid particular attention to her sore and bruised areas with various cremes and oils. She smiled coyly at me and whispered "Maybe tomorrow."
As I brushed my teeth I noticed that her nipple rings, matching gold hoop ear rings and wedding rings were on the counter.
When she joined me in bed we again spooned and I nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent. As Janet settled in she turned her head to me and I sought out her lips for another kiss.
"I need you to know Janet that I love you more than you can imagine."
