Author's Note:
Thanks to Mike for his permission to use a couple of his fantasies for a story idea and a special thanks to hugo_sam for help in editing. Enjoy the read and as always comments and suggestions are welcomed. ~ Red
She'd been reading his journal. Finding it had been left out, she wondered if perhaps he hadn't done it on purpose. Either way, she'd read it and was now leading him into the house wearing a blindfold. Mike wasn't nervous. He trusted his wife, granted she'd seemed a bit more provocative and touchy feeling during dinner than normal, but he hadn't minded, rather enjoying it.
He held her hand as she walked him up the steps of their home. Once inside he could hear giggling and wondered what his lovely wife had planned. His birthday wasn't coming up and it wasn't their anniversary.
She led him to the center of the room and pulled his jacket from him. "Push off your shoes," she told him. Doing as he was told, he removed his shoes and stood in his living room. "Okay, you can take off the blindfold."
As Mike did, he blinked a few times letting his eyes adjust to the light. When he looked around he saw five females, six counting his wife sitting on the floor of the living room. They looked up at him as if they knew some secret, and were dying to tell him. Suddenly there was music playing in the background. He looked for his wife and saw the remote in her hand. "What's up?" he asked as one of his wife's friends refilled the ladies wine goblets.
"Well this is my girls night, remember?" his wife replied.
"Yeah That's why I was surprised you wanted to go out to dinner," he answered back.
"I decided that we wanted live entertainment tonight," she tilted her head to one side. "You're it."
Mike stared at her for a minute and then his lip rose in a smirk. "My journal," he winked and then smiled as he tried to get the beat of the music in his head. Soon he was at one with the melody that pulled through the radio and flowed from the speakers. He watched his wife's face light up, as well as the other women's lips lift into grins. "Do I get money?" he winked again.
They laughed, but as Mike began to move his hands, arms, hips, and legs for their pleasure, the women sat back and enjoyed. He removed one button at a time, letting each lady get an eye full of his flesh. When the shirt was gone, he invited one of them to come up and take it from him.
The ladies looked to his wife, saw her approval, and a brunette was the first one off the floor. She was at Mike's side in a heartbeat. Her fingers ran up his chest, moving though the thick reddish-gray hair that was heavy with curls. Her nails grazed his nipples and she snuck a taste of his skin. Mike hissed. His shirt never hit the floor; the woman went back to her seat, taking his shirt with her. He watched her breath in his scent. He found himself becoming more aroused as she slipped her hand to her crotch.
Moving his eyes back to the other women, his body still moving with the comfort of a man who knew he could dance and provide an erotic view, no matter his age. The ladies watched his hands move to the front of his pants. He pulled away the hook of the belt, released it from its notch, and quickly a buxom blonde was on her knees in front of him. She ran her hands up his growing bulge and then worked the belt free from the loops. She pressed a kiss on his stomach and slid back to her seat on the floor. Her gift was soon looped around her wrist.
A collective groan arose as he opened his pants. The zipper sound echoed around the room. His fingers, hips, and legs danced a scene of sin while he scooted the material down his hips and thighs. Mike grinned when a redhead and a jet-black haired lovely were there to assist him with stepping free of his slacks. The black-haired lovely took the pants to her seat, after giving his cock a firm squeeze, his boxers had been the only thing blocking her hand.
