"You want to have some fun, babygirl?" he asked me.
I nodded, couldn't even speak. He had no idea!
"You remember the night you let me tie you to the bed?"
I smiled, how could I not remember the fun we had that night!
"You and your husband ever do anything like that?"
We hadn't. I'd been almost afraid to suggest it after we married. Now, with how our sex life had expanded so much, I was regretting that I hadn't. But that's an issue for another time. Now...
"You used to be kind of kinky, liked doing things, Want to do something like it again?"
I thought, yesterday morning, I'd have said 'no way'. Now, though. It sounded exciting, I remembered how sexy and exciting those times had been. "Yes," I told him, giggling, thinking of myself spread-eagled on Alan's bed, at his mercy.
"Cool, babygirl, we'll have some fun."
He took a deep breath, I glanced down at his erection. A smile crossed my face, anticipation of the next little while mounting by the second. My panties were already wet! I watched as Alan got up, went to his dresser and pulled out a black blindfold, "We'll start with this. You ever been blindfolded?"
I shook my head, "No," I told him, my horny body already shaking with excitement.
He slipped the elastic behind my head, then lowered the black covering down over my eyes. "See anything?" he asked.
It's something we never did. I've never been in black like I was in. Even eyes closed tight weren't this black. When we did this before, it wasn't blindfolded. It felt weird... but sexy, knowing that I wouldn't be able to see anything he was doing. "No, it's completely dark in here," I couldn't stop myself from a little giggle. This was going to be fun.
"Good, think you can undress in the dark?"
"Uhuh." I wished Robert was here. I think he'd enjoy this.
I waited, not knowing what to expect. "I don't want you distracted. That's the fun of the blindfold, it heightens your senses, eliminates distractions. Now, you need to undress."
I started unbuttoning my blouse. I used to love undressing in front of Alan, but that was so long ago, and I'm married now. It's so different. I'd never been this self-conscious. Because of the new clothes, what was underneath them... what I knew, and didn't know what he was going to be doing to me. It was the weirdest, sexiest feeling.
I instinctively looked down at the buttons I was undoing, even though I couldn't see a thing. I was so turned on, my fingers shaking, slipping the black blouse off my shoulders, off my arms. Revealing my lacy, black bra, sheer that showed my tits through it. I knew Alan were watching me but I couldn't see him. My libido was on fire.
I reached behind, found the clip on the bra, holding my breath with excitement. I've wanted to do this all day. It was even more exciting than I'd imagined. I held the cups in place with my hands, let the straps fall off my shoulders, then looking around in the dark, let them fall away, exposing my breasts and nipples to the cool air and Alan's vision. And then I felt his damp lips on my nipple, sucking it in his mouth. I groaned, gripping the edge of the bed. The surprise was... a shock, to say the least. His lips felt so good!
"The rest of it." He released my nipple, waiting. His tease was driving me crazy all over again.
I stood back up, pushed the zipper down in back of the leather skirt, pushing it down off my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I sensed Alan reaching down, picking it up. All I had on were the shoes and black thong. I knew that he had to be as turned on as I was. I wished my husband was here, too.
The skirt was gone and I stood in nothing except those panties and heels, wanting nothing more than to be naked for Alan. Last night we hadn't really gotten a chance to enjoy looking at each other's bodies. I guess I wasn't going to tonight either, with the blindfold, but I wanted Alan to see my body. I wanted his approval.
It felt like a momentous occasion when I pushed my panties down for him to gaze at my naked body, my bare pussy, still anticipating what he might be planning in just a few minutes. I envisioned myself on his bed, hands and feet tied to the four corners. The bed had looked like it had been made for that purpose.
"You work out, don't you? You know you'd make a thirty-nine-year-old woman jealous, don't you?" I felt his hands exploring, running up and down my body, giving me the shivers. The whole day had been leading to this. I wanted this man so bad!
"You probably better use the bathroom, might be a while before you'll be able to again," he suggested.
I hadn't even realized it, but I did have to. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom, then I heard the bathroom door close. "I'll be right outside to help you back. Don't take the blindfold off," he said.
I could have. It would be so easy to take it off. He'd never know. But I didn't want to cheat, so just sat down, did my job then groped around finding the toilet paper. I held onto the lavatory to find the sink and washed my hands, imagining what it would be like for a blind person to live every moment like this.
When I opened the door, Alan was there, leading me back to the bed. I sat, scooting back, expecting him to have ties, handcuffs, or something to tie me to the corners. Every nerve in my body was alive with the anticipation.
"No, not yet," he said, helping me back to the edge, "I have something for you first," lifting my feet up off the floor, slipping something over them. "Stand up, it'll go on easier." What? I didn't know what he was doing. I thought he'd want me naked.
He pulled it up my legs, like a leotard. It felt good; soft, stretchy, tight, working it on my body. It was tight around my tummy, the sides high on my waist, like a high cut monokini, then over my boobs, and directing my arms in the sleeves. "What... what is this?" I asked him.
He chuckled, "Just something I think you'll enjoy."
"Well, you could just tell me, it feels like a leotard, but why?"
Another chuckle, "It sort of is, you'll see shortly. Bought it over three years ago, never had the heart to use it with another girl, thought I probably never would."
He knew how to make my knees buckle.
He held it out so I could put my arms in the sleeves. They were weird, more like trying to push my arms through a tight, too-small elastic tube that stretched tight around them, kind of like pantyhose, except so much tighter. And there were no armholes at the end. I tried pushing my arms further, but the sleeves just didn't end.
He took my arms, crossed them across my tummy, one under my boobs, the other right below, telling me to hold them there. I like to wear leotards when I work out, like the looks I get. But they're nothing like this. This was the weirdest I'd ever been in. Especially when I felt him pulling a strap around my lower back, pulling at the sleeves, tighter and tighter, trapping my arms against my body around my waist. The tighter he pulled it, the more panicky I started feeling.
I was getting, scared, good thing I trusted him, but what the hell? I tried pulling my arms back out. It was stretchy, letting me move them but just a little and then pulled them right back, like a rubber band. I could move my elbows, but not my hands or lower arms, they were held tight.
I pulled at my arms, struggling. I've never felt anything like it. The slight panic from earlier was growing. This was NOT what I had expected! "Alan!" I cried.
