Jan and I have been married for ten years, and today was our anniversary. After a boring day in the office, I was driving towards home and I stopped at a supermarket to buy some gifts for her. We hadn't made love for quite a few months now. We'd both fallen into that too comfortable stage, both busy at work, and with our two young children rampaging around the house, too tired at night to do no more than just collapse into bed.
I had arranged for Jan's mother to take our children for the weekend, so we could spend the weekend together on our own, hoping to restore the love and passion with which we started our relationship.
I arrived home before Jan and laid the table. That may be the only laying I do this weekend, I thought to myself with a rye smile. I'm not very good at cooking, but I'd bought Jan's favourite microwave take-away meal, two good bottles of red wine, and of course, Champagne. The dozen red roses were looking tired and limp, a little like me I thought.
Jan sent a text message saying she would be home in ten minutes, exactly the same amount of time the meal would take to heat up. As she pulled up in the car, the microwave pinged, and I hurriedly placed the food on the plates.
The meal went well and we drank the wine, a bottle each, and we were both at that slightly tipsy stage. I tentatively suggested we took the champagne upstairs to bed. Jan agreed, but said she wanted a shower first. As she got into the shower, I took two glasses and the bottle to the bedroom, drew the curtains and waited patiently for her to join me.
Jan entered the bedroom dressed only in her black silk dressing gown. This always hi-lighted and complimented her beautiful long blonde hair. She stood there looking at me for a moment, then with a shrug of her shoulders allowed the gown to slip to the floor. I looked at her gorgeous body, still slim after having two children, her breasts fulsome and pert, her nipples erect. Her flawless skin still wet from the shower was slightly steaming. With a start I realised she'd shaved off her pubic hair, she'd never done that before. Swaying slightly, she parted her legs, licked her finger and started to rub her clit. I could feel my cock bulging in my pants, an erection hard enough to break a plate. I stumbled out of my clothes and went towards her. "Stop!" She said. "Sit in the chair, you are not to touch me until I say you can". I sat in the chair, slightly nervous as this was not like Jan at all. But I was feeling sexually highly charged and excited.
Jan got onto the bed, reached over to the two dressing gowns on the back of the bedroom door and removed the tie cords. She tied a cord around each of her ankles, then tied the other ends to the bottom posts of our metal framed bed. Her legs were stretched as far apart as they possibly could be giving me the best possible view of her pussy. Jan placed the four pillows behind her so she was in a half sitting position and again licked her finger and started to gently rub her clit. With her other hand she gently caressed her breasts, every now again pinching her nipples. She inserted one finger then two into her cunt and brought her other hand down to part her lips of her newly smooth pussy. I could see her fingers sliding in and out and noticed they glistened with her wetness. Her vaginal lips were red and swollen and she was moving her fingers faster now. Every now and again she gave out a little moan, her sharp ice blue eyes looked fixedly at me.
