Your husband holds your hand, carefully leading you to the bedroom. He has blindfolded you for a role-playing game you ask him to play at this time every week, in which you pretend you're having a one-night stand. You say that you like to just imagine a random stranger, but you know he knows who you're really fanaticizing about, because you both talk about your crush outside of the bedroom. You describe your interactions - mention things he's said or done. Your husband asks you whether you think he's attractive, whether he was flirting with you, and why you seem to enjoy his company so much. It's pretty clear you have a thing for this 'random stranger'- even clear to your crush himself.
Your husband is not allowed to speak in the bedroom because it would break the illusion, but as he blindfolds you in the hallway, he whispers in your ear that this time will be a little different. He tells you that tonight he has invited someone special to join you, someone he knows you've been thinking about. It's unlike him to say something like that, but still - it has to be just fantasy talk. Even so, the way he says it really turns you on, and you can't help but think that anything is possible. Who knows - haven't stranger things happened?
He leads you into the bedroom, to the bed, and silently directs you to lie on your back. There he begins to undress you: removing your shoes first, then unzipping your dress at the front and peeling it down, then your stockings, then reaching around and unclasping your bra, and finally tugging your knickers off. You're stripped completely bare - just the blindfold remains.
At that point, he places a tiny kiss on your forehead. You hear him move back across the room, then open the door and leave.
Again, he's never done that before. Perhaps it's a new part of the game?
All is silent except for your heart beating. You take a deep breath - filling your lungs with so much oxygen that your head swoons a little. As you slowly exhale, you hear sounds coming from the hallway. Water running in the bathroom perhaps. Objects being moved. Is that a door closing? Is it one voice or two?
Before you can decide, everything falls quiet again for some time.
Then the bedroom door opens again.
You hear footsteps slowly padding across the carpet towards the bed. With your eyes closed and your other senses heightened, you can almost feel him standing beside you. A smell comes sharply into focus. A cologne, vaguely familiar. You feel the bed sink a little as the figure sits beside you.