Like all my stories, this one is not intended to make any moral judgements. It's just another piece of my imaginary nonsense, so please don't take it too seriously. I'm sure though that my many anonymous readers will find it a fertile hunting ground.
When the Plumbing Needed Fixing.
My wife, Janice and I started doing role-playing when our daughter, Susan was about a year old. After having our baby, it had been difficult for Janice. It was the orgasm's she missed, they just weren't there anymore. Before Susan was born, Janice loved sex, gentle or rough anywhere appropriate and at any time. Now she very occasionally had a small orgasm but not the wonderful ones she used to have. It was bad enough for me because I loved her so much and I felt for her. For Janice, it was very upsetting, frightening even, however much the doctor tried to reassure her that it was only temporary.
My wife suggested it one evening after I had been trying to make her come. After Susan was born and the doctor told us it was safe to start having sex, we had tried everything. Cunnilingus on its own, and with a vibrator on her clit and with and without a vibrator in her cunt, even a dildo in her ass. We tried fucking in different positions with the vibrator on her clit and a vibrating butt plug. We had bought some toys like nipple clamps and wrist cuffs, hoping that some light restraint would help her. We had even thought of electrostimulation with a Tens Machine.
We tried watching some porn but Janice got upset seeing other women having orgasms. Even if they were fake.
'Darling,' she sounded hesitant. 'would you like to be a burglar?' she asked me as we snuggled up.
'A what?' I gasped.
'A burglar, you know. You could creep into my bedroom early one morning.' She thought a minute while I just stared at her. 'I know, you've come to steal my jewels. Let's pretend I'm the young trophy wife of a very rich old man and you've seen pictures of me wearing an incredibly expensive necklace.'
'Janice, darling. What on earth are you talking about.' I asked her very calmly.
'Let's see,' she continued. 'You would have to wear a mask. I mustn't know who you are, and you would have to wear black gloves of course. They could be rubber gloves, yes, I'd like that. You mustn't leave any fingerprints,' she boldly continued. 'You would have to bring some rope to tie me up with because I'd have to struggle, wouldn't I. After all, you are trying to steal my jewels.'
Suddenly she stopped and stared at me. 'You would be gentle with me though, wouldn't you, darling?
I bent over her and kissed her, just to shut her up. 'Janice, please stop. What has got into you?'
She reached for me and pulled me down for another kiss, then another and another. 'Sandy, it's not working is it? All this playing about with vibrators and butt plugs and nipple clamps and everything. I know how much you love me and you are trying so hard. I just thought that something else might work.'
By now I knew exactly what she was suggesting. 'You think that if I pretended to be someone else, like a burglar that you would, you know, get off on it?'
Janice nearly shook her head off nodding. 'Yes, darling, could we try it. You don't have to be a burglar.'
'All right, I'll think about it,' I told her, then kissed her, confirmed how much I loved her and then we snuggled down for the night. I did think about it, briefly before I eventually fell asleep.
My name is really Tony Mason, Sandy is a nickname from my school days because I have sandy hair. Janice calls me Sandy because when she joined the small packaging design company I work for everyone called me Sandy. And that is because my boss, Ben Shiller, who started the company, knew me from art school. My family always call me Tony and so does Janice when we are with any of them. I sometimes wonder how she doesn't ever get my names mixed up.
Two evenings later we were in the kitchen clearing up the dishes when Janice reminded me of her suggestion. 'Have you decided what you are going to be, darling?'
I had, but I wasn't going to tell her. 'I'm still thinking about it,' I told her.
'Well you better hurry up or I might find someone myself. There's a nice young guy building the new wall over at the Macy's house.'
'You are joking, aren't you, Janice?'
'Oh my!' she giggled. 'That's got you thinking, hasn't it, Honey?'
'So, you want a builder, do you?' I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her with a lot of passion. No way was some young brickie getting into my wife's pants. Five minutes later and Janice was as naked as I was, and I was just starting to give her a good fucking on the sofa.
'Oh God, yes, Sandy, Sandy, harder, fuck, fuck, fuck,' she wailed.
'You want a builder, I'll give you a builder.' I told her as I drove my cock in and out of her cunt.
'Yes, yes, yes she cried,' she cried repeatedly while grabbing my arms then my neck, then my ass. 'Oh God, Sandy, Sandy don't stop,' she screamed. 'I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.'
She was too, I could feel it. For the first time in months, I could feel it, the clenching, the trembling, and I could see it, the way her eyes scrunched up just before she came. When she came her whole body went rigid, just for a moment then she held me extremely tight as she trembled all over and made the sounds I'd once been so familiar with.
I tried to keep moving because I was right on the edge of coming. When I came, it was almost painful, shooting my load and coming so hard at the same time. It was a moment before I realised just how much noise we were making. I didn't care, my wife had come. Thank God, at last, she'd had a proper orgasm.
I just held her, kissing and caressing her, feeling the repeated shudders and the erratic breathing. It was several minutes before either of us could say anything sensible. "Better now?' I asked her.
The look she gave me said it all. 'Yes, darling, much better now.'
Well, that seems to have solved her problem, or so I thought until Saturday night when once again Janice was unable to respond to my efforts. 'It must be psychological,' I gently suggested. 'Or else, why did you come for the first time on Wednesday when we made out I was a builder?'
We looked at each other for a long time before Janice said anything. 'Do you think so?'
I nodded, 'It could be.' I said quietly, thinking my wife might not like the idea.
Again, she just looked at me for a few seconds. 'Could we try a proper role-playing game first, just to see if it still works?'
'I don't think it's a game, darling,' I told her. 'If I do, and it works, will you see your doctor and discuss it with him?'
'If it works, why should I need to see my doctor?'
'Because we need to know why, so we can get back to making love like we used to. I don't want to always have to pretend I'm someone else just so that you can have an orgasm.' I told her.
I could see Janice thinking about that for a moment. 'All right. But if we like role-playing, can we still do it sometimes?'
The way I loved my wife overcame my reticence. 'Let's just try it a couple of times first, shall we?'
I immediately got a very nice kiss, in fact, several of them. 'What will you be, a fireman rescuing me from a burning building?'
'There won't give me much time for me to fuck you if the building is burning,' I jokingly replied.
She giggled and I could see she was about to make another suggestion. 'Stop putting ideas in my head,' I told her. 'I'll think of something, you will just have to wait.'
It wasn't just Janice who liked the idea of role-playing. The more I planned the more I was also beginning to like the idea. I just had to think of the right role to play, particularly for the first one that I knew had to be good. Though perhaps not as good as I first thought, considering how she came just by thinking I was a builder. Or was she thinking more of that young brickie working on the Macy's wall?
It was Wednesday when I made the final decision about the character I was going to be. I just needed the right things to make it work. I already had the black trousers and found a black shirt in a local charity shop. Something to cover my face proved a problem until I visited the nearest fancy dress place and hired a funny face mask. I didn't want to frighten my wife to death, did I? Some rope to bind her wrists came from a furnishing shop in the form of curtain ties. Shame I had to cut the bobbles of the ends. There wasn't time to get a proper gag from the online sex shop we bought the nipple clamps from and I didn't want to use duck-tape, so I cut up an old cotton shirt.
I brought it all in from my car on Friday evening during the time Janice was upstairs giving the baby her last feed and hid it in the downstairs cupboard.
We had come to bed as normal and cuddled for a while with some caressing, a lot of kissing and fondling without any attempt to take it further. It was Friday and we usually saved the real intense stuff till Saturday night.
Very early Saturday morning, when I knew Janice was sound asleep I slipped out of bed and crept out of the bedroom. Downstairs I only put my torch on and changed into my black shirt and trousers, put the mask on and made sure I had everything with me.
Before going back upstairs I stopped and reviewed my plan. It still sounded like a good idea, so at two-thirty I crept back into our bedroom. Suddenly I realised I hadn't done anything about the bright torchlight and had to switch it off. 'Dam,' I cursed myself until I realised that if I opened the curtains just a bit there might be enough moonlight. I heaved a sigh of relief when enough light came into the room for me to see what I was doing.
Janice was almost lying on her back and had her arms outside the bed. As quietly as I had ever been I placed the rope to tie her wrists to the headboard and the length of shirt to gag her on the bedside table. I had planned to gag her first but seeing her arms outside the bed I thought it might be best to tie them first.
