Mmmmm.... She woke slowly, the light filtering in through the tree outside the window. She could still feel the gooey mess between her thighs, and when she moved, she felt the cool damp spot on the bed where they had both cum.
She liked her job and felt energized when she came home, but lately he had been feeling a lot of stress in his job as budgets tightened. Their sex life had taken a serious dip. So, she took some time off and went shopping for something new. When she got home, she had a plan. Who knew if it would be a long-term solution, but at least for one night the cycle would be broken.
Typically, these days, he would come home late, have his dinner, watch some TV and head for bed. Not that it helped. He didn't sleep well, and he was just as stressed when the new day started. She knew she couldn't leave it up to him, he was already feeling inadequate as the sex diminished. He needed a break from feeling it was his responsibility. She remembered how his imagination and ingenuity had brought her to life again after her own crisis. Now it was her turn.
She spent a couple of hours setting things up, and she even toyed a bit with her pussy to get her juices flowing. But she saved her orgasm for later.
She turned the heat up in the apartment so they wouldn't be chilled. She was expecting a long stretch of nakedness. But she opened the window in the bathroom, so it wouldn't be too hot when the tub was filled with hot water and the candles were lit. Not too many candles, even with the window open the bathroom would overheat, besides, do you know how long it takes to light a hundred candles and find a place to put them all?
She had adjusted the nylon cuffs and wrapped the extended straps under the bed so that his wrists and ankles could be bound. She dressed casually, but provocatively. She had decided that lingerie was too trite, but with the temperature up, she wore some shorts and a crop-top, with no bra. She might not have been the slimmest of women, but she was still cute. Bare feet and midriff had always been a good look on her.
Dimmed lighting and just a hint of music completed the scene. She had always hated those videos of couples fucking to a background TV or loud music. She wanted to hear him, and for him to hear her.
She was ready and picked up her book to read while she waited.
Eventually she heard his key in the lock. She put down her book and met him in the hall as he entered, giving him a tight hug and a kiss.
He looked a bit surprised, maybe a bit perplexed. She saw the question beginning to form on his lips and smiling, kissed him again and told him to just be quiet and accept it.
She led him into the living room and sat him in the chair. Then, straddling his legs, she leaned into him kissing him again, feeling her breasts flatten against his chest. His hands had responded by sliding over her ass, up her sides and then enveloping her and holding her tightly to him. She had felt his muscle tension slowly ease as she slipped away and began to undress him, pulling off his shoes and socks as he smiled in what had seemed like the first time in forever. His shirt and coat followed and his trousers.
She left his boxers on as she pulled him to his feet, and smiling coyly, led him to the bath. By this time, he had accepted her lead and the fact that she would decide the course of events. He stood there compliant as she ran the water and added the scented oils. And even as she had turned and pulled down his shorts, he offered neither resistance nor insistence. It would be her show tonight.
She helped him into the tub and knelt on the floor. She had known that her top would get wet and that it would only add to the scene.
