You came home after a long day at work a little tired, but looking forward to tonight. Our son was at his grandmothers and I had told you that I had something special planned. There was a cold glass of your favorite blackberry wine on the counter with a note reading, "slip into something sexy and meet me in the office. You kick off your shoes, as you taste the wine, enjoying the coolness of it in your mouth.
By the time you're finished changing into that low cut shirt you like (because it shows off your tits) and that skirt that I love (because you never wear panties with them), the wine is gone and you're filling the glass for a second time. You think to yourself, "I'm not letting a little stress ruin tonight, and Daniel's driving....so filler up."
When you step into the office, you can tell I'm up to something by that "Cat that ate the Canary" smile on my face.
"Damn..you look your trying to drive the guys crazy tonight," I say as I look you up and down. My eyes pause for a moment on your skirt..I know that if you're wearing that skirt, you're not wearing any panties either. "I might not let you out of the house tonight..."
You reply, "What? Don't feel like a little competition tonight?"
I chuckle a little. "Maybe I should say, 'You might not make it out of the house tonight.'"
You sit the bottle of wine down on the desk and finish all but the last swallow in your glass. "You promised me some fun tonight....so let's go."
I know if you have the bottle, that's not your first glass "How about this.." Handing you a few sheets of paper...you glance down and realize what it is after only a few lines. A story about one of your favorite topics. Now you are grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Sounds like a good way to start the evening...." The flip of your skirt as you turn around to head into the bed room tells me that you're starting to hit the "fun" stage. You quickly come back in, reclaim your bottle and head back into the bedroom.
A few minutes later you come back in the office...buzzing and horny.
"Now I'm not so sure I want to leave the house." You say as you lean over my shoulder pretending to try and see what I'm working on. In reality, you just want to press your tits up against me, knowing that drives me crazy.
I push the "sleep" button on the computer and shut it down. As I stand up, you put your arms around me and kiss me deeply.
I return the kiss for a moment, then pull away. "Do you trust me?"
The puzzled look on your face says it all.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yeesss"...lots of hesitation.
"Completely?" Just to confirm.
"Yess..."
"Then put this on..." I hand you your sleep mask.
"Why?" you ask.
"I thought you trusted me..."
You're still a little hesitant, but you do as I ask. "Now what?" Intentionally trying to make yourself look a little silly.
"Now you sit down on the bed, drink your wine, and wait for me to come back."
A few moments pass and you hear someone sit down in the computer chair..."just wait..." My voice.
A moment later something brushes your cheek. You didn't hear me get up, but someone is brushing your cheek. And that's not my cologne. The touch is different too.
"Daniel?"
I reply..."Have fun..."
The hands lift you into a standing position gently, and begin to kiss your neck as I take the wine glass from you. His hands slide around you, gently caressing your back. For a moment you're not sure what to do. Then the whisper..."Your husband tells me you have a fantasy you've kept to yourself until recently...."
"Yes.." you whisper.
His hands find your breast, and start to tease your nipples through your shirt. Between his touch and his kiss, you are definitely starting to react to him. The story you just read jump started the process. Between your desire for the fantasy, the story, the wine, and the fact that your husband is obviously okay with this, you feel only fleeting reservations."
"And what fantasy is that?" he ask.
