It was Friday, thank God. Work had been a bitch, and it was done for the week. I was looking forward to the evening for another reason, too. It was my birthday, and Nora, my wife, always came up with fun ways to celebrate.
Last year it had been a trip to a small bed and breakfast in a small town two hours south of the city we live in. We walked and ate at wonderful restaurants and watched movies, and most memorable of all, we had hours of incredible sex in the big feather bed in our B&B room. I was wondering what she would surprise me with this year.
Nora met me with a kiss at the door. She had arrived home minutes before me, and was still dressed in her work clothes. She had worn one of her sexier business suits today, the one with the skirt slit high up the thigh. Under the form fitting tailored jacket she wore a silky white blouse that allowed just a hint of lacy lingerie through the sheer material.
"How about a glass of wine, Birthday Boy?" I nodded and she shooed me off to sit on the couch while she poured a couple of glasses of red. We sat and she raised her glass. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart." We kissed and chatted about the events of the day until the supper she had prepared the night before was heated. After a perfect meal, we returned to the living room with another glass of wine, and snuggled up together. We talked a bit more, and while we did, I noticed her check her watch a couple of times.
"Got to be somewhere?" I asked her.
She blushed a bit and replied, "Nope, I was just wondering what time it was." She finished her wine, and I tipped my glass for the last swallow. She pushed herself up against me and gave me a passionate kiss. "I have a birthday surprise for you. Do you want to know what it is?"
"Of course." I answered.
"Well, what it really is, without giving it away too soon, is an exercise for your imagination. Come with me." And she took my hand and pulled me up off the couch, and we headed to the bedroom.
One of our dining room chairs sat a few feet from the foot of the bed. "Sit down." she ordered. Some lengths of soft rope were produced and she quickly tied my wrists to the arms of the chair, then knelt to fasten my ankles. None of this seemed too odd, as we played bondage games from time to time, taking turns at tying the other up and then teasing the captive unmercifully. We both found it very exciting.
She knew how excited I would be and reached down to lightly brush her fingertips against my erection through my slacks. "I see you're having fun already." she teased. She went into her bedside drawer and came back with her sleep mask which she snugged into place, blocking everything from view.
Finally, after a minute of silence, she bent and gave me a hot, wet kiss. "I love you, Birthday Boy". she whispered. Then she left me, and I could hear her footsteps fade as she made her way to the front of the house.
I don't know how long I sat there. Probably not as long as it seemed. Once, I heard her come into the bedroom, but she didn't say anything before quietly slipping away again. I was just starting to drift a bit when I heard the front door open, then quietly close. I could hear the subdued murmur of voices. They came closer. Her voice and a man's. They were speaking quietly and I strained to hear what was being said, but couldn't. They were walking slowly toward the bedroom.
At the doorway they stopped. "Wow!" he said, under his breath.
"Shh. Quiet!" she admonished him.
Now they were in the room and my sense of hearing seemed to sharpen. All of my attention was focused on listening to them. I could hear their breathing, the movement of their clothing. What the fuck was she planning? Who the hell was this with her?
Damn it! I wasn't enjoying my birthday surprise so far. The humiliation of being in this obviously submissive situation had me upset, but that was nothing compared to what was to come.
