Michelle's office held a going-away party for her on her last day. They had a dinner at the Texas Roadhouse, a fairly new, but excellent restaurant in Kennewick. Michelle and I would've preferred to have it at the Black Angus, but they didn't have any accommodations for large groups...and it definitely turned out to be a large group, they'd reserved a whole dining room for the evening. Everyone from the firm was there, as well as lots of the clients who'd worked with Michelle over the years. Several gave little speeches about how much they were going to miss her. Many hoped she'd be back and told her that she'd be welcomed at any time. Several of their clients spoke about how much she'd done for them as well. The firm bought both of us dinner and gave Michelle a five-hundred-dollar gift card that could be used anywhere in the Columbia Center Mall.
When it was Michelle's turn to get up and get up and give a speech, she could barely talk with the tears running down her cheeks. She tried to thank everyone for their friendship and what they'd done for her over the years, but couldn't get much of it out. It was definitely an emotional time for her. She cried all the way home and didn't stop until after we got home.
After she had calmed down, and her tears had stopped, Michelle suggested she thought it might be fun to practice her new profession and told me that she was mine for the next two hours.
I sat on the end of the bed and thought about what I might want to do with her, while she stood waiting for me. My grin spread ear-to-ear when it dawned on me what was going to be a whole lotta fun! I asked her to lay down on the bed and close her eyes. I rummaged around looking for some things that I hadn't used in ages; a red bandana and several handkerchiefs. I have no idea why we bought them and don't ever remember actually using them. I think the bandana was something for Halloween a long time ago. I remembered where I'd seen them not long ago, in a chest of drawers in one of the spare bedrooms.
I retrieved my "toys" and returned to my lovely wife, still lying on the bed. I asked her to sit up, but still to keep her eyes closed. When she did, I took the bandana and wrapped it around her eyes to be sure she wouldn't be able to see a thing for my two hours of fun and games. Michelle asked what I was doing, and I told her, "Something I've wondered about for almost forever. You'll see." Then I thought about that statement and snickered a bit, "Well, maybe you won't see, but you'll feel." Michelle started giggling like a little girl at my stupid little funny. I looked at my watch and told her that my two-hours had just started, and I planned to get my money's worth from her.
"You know I won't let someone blindfold me, don't you?" She told me.
"Not even if you know you can trust them?" I asked.
"Well maybe, but I'm not so sure I can trust you."
"I know darned well you can't," I laughed. "But it's too late now," I told her. "Can you see anything?" I asked.
"No, I can't even open my eyes." Good, I thought, that's exactly what I wanted.
I took her hand and led her out of the bedroom, into our living room in front of our picture window looking out onto the street. I turned the light on, expecting that she might be able to tell if it was on, even with the blindfold. Then I opened the window blind halfway and closed it again all in one motion, letting her think I'd just opened it all the way. Then I started unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off of her. When I unsnapped her bra, she complained, "Honey, no. People will be able to see in."
I was standing behind her and kissed her on her neck, "I know love, that's the idea." I know how much a little exhibitionism turns her on and this would be a very taboo exhibitionism, in our living room where our neighbors driving down the street could see her. She'd be embarrassed, but it'd also make her horny as hell. Naturally, I wouldn't really do that to her, but she didn't need to know that.
When her bra was off and she thought she was standing in front of our open window totally topless, I spent the next few minutes caressing her, kissing her neck and playing with her nipples. Was it a juvenile stunt, making her think she was on exhibition the whole time? Yep, but so much fun...and she'd told me she was mine for two hours.
I tickled her tummy and back with my fingernails, teasing down to the zipper of her skirt, lowering the zipper an inch or two, then back to the tickling and lowering the zipper an inch every little bit. It took several minutes of teasing Michelle, before the zipper was all the way down and I started to push it off her hips. She had on a pair of lacy, loose-fitting, boy-type panties under her skirt. They weren't particularly revealing, but sexy as hell!
I let my wife stand in front of the "open" blinds and ran my hands all over her body before slipping my fingers under the elastic of her panties, slipping them down and off her legs. I know I'll never tire of the view and feel of her completely bare pussy lips. From the blush on her cheeks, I was pretty sure she believed the blinds were open and very likely people were standing or driving by looking at her naked body. My fingers just happened to slip between her pussy lips just a little, and found her very damp there. She groaned and couldn't help but thrust her pelvis out when they accidentally slipped up to about my mid-finger knuckles. Good, I wanted her nice and turned-on!
My plans for the evening were forming and changing by the minute. I led her by the hand to our bedroom and had her lie down on the bed, telling her I was going to be busy for a few minutes. I could feel the heat of her body through her hand as I led her. Every one of her movements made me shiver with anticipation. She lay on our bed, totally naked and blindfolded while I worked on the next part of my little surprise. I tied two handkerchiefs together, four sets, then tied each one to a corner of the bed. I did my best to not make a noise or let her know where I was in the room the whole time. She had no idea what I was doing until I pulled one of her wrists out straight and tied it, then the other one to the other side of the bed.
Almost before Michelle realized what was happening, both her wrists were tied to opposite corners of the bed and I was pulling her legs apart to tie her ankles. When my blindfolded wife was totally tied to the four corners of the bed, she pulled her arms and legs, testing to see if they were firm. I'd tied them tight enough to give her very little room so after a few moments she lay quietly.
I had pulled a chair into the bedroom and sat quietly, not saying a word, letting her wonder what came next. She asked several times, "Honey, are you there?" She rolled her head back and forth trying to work the handkerchief off her eyes so she could see. I sat watching her in total silence for at least ten minutes, although it seemed much longer. It had to seem like an eternity to Michelle. I hadn't said a word and I think Michelle understood that the rest of the evening was being spent quietly, without speaking to each other.
She was actually situated mostly on one side of the bed, not in the middle. I quietly stepped to the side of the bed, not letting her know I was there, leaned over and wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Michelle gasped a little bit and arched her back toward me. I sucked on one nipple for a bit, then the other one. Michelle's nipples have always been sexually tender and she loves having them sucked. From the way she was arching her back and moaning, I knew not being able to see was affecting her libido much more than normal.
Now that I'd started accomplishing my goal of getting my wife sexually excited, I sat back down and watched her writhe for a few more moments. My cock was getting so damn hard it was nearly unbearable. When she started to settle back down I ran my fingers up and down her body, around her nipples but not touching them, then down inside her thigh to the edge of her pussy lips.
Michelle's body was obviously reacting exactly as I'd hoped. I couldn't help but run my fingers inside her pussy just a little, feeling how wet and slippery she was. She was pulling at the restraints, her head flopping back and forth, and I didn't know how much more of this I could take either!
I pulled away, and slipped out of the bedroom in order to calm myself down a little. I poured myself a glass of ice tea, hoping that might help. My hands were shaking so badly that it was almost impossible to hold it to my lips. I sincerely hoped that Michelle was feeling the same as I was, hopefully even worse (or better, however you wanted to look at it). Just the thought of her writhing in the other room, in her darkness, not knowing what was coming was making me nearly mad in my own lust.
