We all know them, these days when you wake up and the only thought you have in mind is SEX! Today it was Kayla's "special day". She woke up from a very sexy dream that ended just before she would have climaxed.
"Damned," she said loud and was shocked about herself until she remembered that this morning she was alone in the house. So she relaxed and fell back onto her pillow trying to return to the dream. It didn't work but the tangling feeling on her skin, especially in the very sensitive areas of her breast and between her legs confirmed that she was aroused.
"No time for it," she told herself and with a jump she was out of bed. She had planned a lot of things to be done today and there just was not a minute she could lose. On the way to the bathroom she got rid of her pajamas and when she passed the big mirror, now being absolutely naked, she could not avoid to just pose sexy in front of it and tell her mirror image:
"Hey Sexy! Good morning. It is going to be a fantastic day."
Then she stepped into the shower and enjoyed the water washing away the rest of the tiredness. Only when she used the towel to dry herself there was this feeling again and for a split second she thought of masturbating with the tender cloth of the towel. Again she disciplined herself and followed her plans, getting ready to leave the house.
Peter would return from a two day's trip with his friends tonight and she wanted to prepare a meal for him just as she had done before they had the two wonderful children. A smile flit across her face as tonight she would be home just with her husband because the kids spent some holidays with their grandma. A nice shiver rushed over her body, when she thought of the wonderful situation...
Again and again during shopping and organizing everything she wanted to do, she had to use all her strength to concentrate as - completely unusual for her - she was erotically daydreaming and couldn't really get the control over her mind.
In the early afternoon her preparations had been done and she was waiting for Peter to return. She poured herself a glass of wine, set down on the couch and now she gave in to her dreams and thoughts how she could get them fulfilled. Her sex-life with Peter was absolutely satisfying. But today she needed something extraordinary, something real kinky. Her eyes searched the room to find anything that would give her an idea...
"Sex on the kitchen?" she thought. She had to smile. "Done," she answered her imaginary list.
"Sex on the living-room-floor? Done."
When she looked to the bookshelf her view stopped at "Shades of Grey".
"Kayla you are crazy," she scolded herself. "You have no kind of experience in these games and neither has Peter and he sure isn't Mr. Grey."
But the thought would not disappear. Minutes passed in pros and cons until she made a decision.
"Okay, there will always be a first time. Why not today?"
But how would she make Peter to take part in her planned game? Well, she would try and see what would happen.
She prepared the small table in the dining room for the two of them and took great care of a nice decoration. She added cloth-napkins, candles and put a CD with smooth Jazz into the player. Then her mobile made the sound for a short message. It was from Peter, saying he would be home in about one hour.
"Time to get dressed for the show, Kayla," she told herself and with mixed emotions she went upstairs, checked her wardrobe and found a nice summer-dress, reaching to just above her knees and with a deep décolleté. She held it against her body and decided that this was the right clothing for an evening planned like she had.
Quickly she disappeared in the bathroom, took another short shower and checked her lingerie. A matching lace-bra that would support her heavy breast and would get it in the right position for the dress was the first item she found with matching panties. She took it in her hands and felt the fabric on her skin.
Today it was not like in all the other mornings just choose the lingerie that looked suitable for the job. No, today she wanted to feel like a woman, maybe even like a bit of a slut.
She took the set, and put the bra on. A quick look in the mirror and she liked what she saw. She smiled. The lace of the panty tenderly scratched her skin, especially in the area where already a revolution was taking place anyway. Kayla smiled again.
"Yes, I want to feel myself today. And I want HIM to feel me!"
She slipped into the dress, turned left and right in front of the mirror and decided that she loved herself. A quick but thorough make-up and she was ready.
On the way down she put on her high heels and like a model she stepped down the stairs. Just in time to hear the key turn in the front door.
Peter came in and dropped the small bag he had taken in the corridor.
"Hello Darling," Kayla greeted him and put a tender kiss on his lips. "Dinner is ready in a few minutes. You want to have a quick shower?"
Peter looked at her as if she was an alien.
"Hello Darling," he answered. "Are we going somewhere tonight?"
Kayla smiled.
"No, Dear. I just thought it would be nice to welcome you in something nice. Do you like it?" She turned around slowly and when she looked in his eyes again she already had his answer. Yes, he liked it.
"Yes," he said "Let me just rush upstairs and I will be with you in minutes."
He blew her a kiss and hurried up the stairs.
Kayla put the Lasagna she had prepared into the oven and waited on the sofa. A few minutes later Peter came in. Kayla got up.
"You like a drink?" she asked.
Peter looked at her. Was that his wife? What has happened or what is going to happen? She acted unusual and he couldn't yet find out why?
"Yes, a beer would be great," he said.
Kayla went to the kitchen and brought it.
"Darling what's up today? Did I forget a special date? No, our wedding day is in September."
When giving it to her husband she took care to bow a little bit deeper than necessary so he might have a look deep into her décolleté.
"It is a special day today, Love, but you didn't forget anything," she kissed him. "It's just a night when we are without children, work and other obligations. A night just for us."
Was that enough of a hint to let him know what could happen after the meal? Yet Kayla didn't want to tell him more and Peter seemed satisfied, that he hadn't forgotten anything.
She smiled, took his hand and led him to the table.
There were small appetizers and Kayla put a few on Peter's plate.
"Hope you'll enjoy them," she said.
Peter took a bite and tasted.
"Hmm, they're good".
Then he told her about the trip with his friend and Kayla tried to listen even though her thoughts were on their own trip again. The oven-alarm went off and she went to fetch the Lasagna.
She put it on the table and portioned small pieces on their plates. Peter took a bite and his face changed.
"Darling is it possible that you used too much salt for the Lasagna today? You quite overdid it."
That was Kayla's keyword. She had done it on purpose so her plan could hopefully develop from here.
She looked on her plate and in a soft tone nearly whispered:
"I am sorry, Master Peter, really sorry."
Her body started shaking. It was not because of the spoilt meal because that had been planned. Now it depended if she could seduce Peter to the game she wanted him to play.
Peter looked at her.
"Master Peter?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," Kayla whispered. "Your slave has been so deep in thoughts about you coming back today, that she didn't concentrate enough on cooking."
Peter was quiet for a while. Did he understand correct, what his wife just said? Master Peter? Your slave? Was that a game she wanted to play? How should he react? Well, best is to carefully ask her, he thought.
"Well, slave, what do you think should happen now?"
Inside it was Kayla's triumph. YES, he got it! He starts playing!
Outside she looked down on her plate and answered even softer:
"Maybe you should punish your slave for being so negligent..."
Okay, now Peter saw light at the horizon and if she wanted it that way, he was ready to play.
"Right, slave, first you tell me what exactly you were thinking that got your attention off the food. Go ahead, I am listening."
Kayla's emotions where doing flips. Did she really want to tell him? God, why had she started this game? But maybe that was the way to finally have sex?
She decided to overcome her shame and tell him, what she had felt the whole day.
"Well, Master, I woke up this morning and...," She hesitated. "...I was really horny," she whispered really quietly so he could hardly understand.
"Right, slave, stand up and look into my eyes" he commanded.
