It had been a long day. He was anxious to get home. Kick off the shoes, sip a cold beer, and listen to the kids make demands for his time. He just wanted to forget the argument with his boss earlier that morning over the missed deadline, and the growing pile of unanswered requests that were accumulating in his inbox. But hey, it was Friday. He had the whole weekend to recuperate and recharge his batteries before the next week of monotony hit.
He reached in his jacket pocket as he pulled onto the expressway - a smoke would be great right now. Golden Earring - Radar Love - blasting on his stereo, and for once, cars weren't backed up, waiting their turn to join the slow-moving snake of cars all creeping their way towards a common goal... home.
He fumbled in the inner pocket of his coat, and as his hand came into contact with the cig pack, his fingertips grazed a thick piece of paper tucked deep inside the pocket. A frown creased his forehead at the sensation - had he forgotten an appointment? A client's phone number, thought to be lost? The smoke forgotten, he grasped the paper and tugged it free of his coat. YOU ARE INVITED blared at him from the paper now in front of his face... and a hint of some musky, exotic perfume danced under his nose. He groaned in frustration. Great, a kid's birthday party that he'd be expected to shop for, then play chauffeur both there and back. With any luck, he wouldn't be asked to be a chaperone. He hated it when ice cream or chocolate icing got smeared on his khakis. With one eye on the barely-moving traffic in front of him, his thumb slipped between the sheets of the folded invitation, flipping the top cover up to reveal his next punishment - only what he saw caused an instant stab of anticipation to go straight to his groin.
Please honor me with your presence in our bedroom tonight. The kids are at the sitters, the phone is turned off and I have very nasty events planned for you. All my love, ~Me~
What was she planning??? His upper lip broke out in a sweat... this was totally unlike her. He loved his wife deeply, but with the demands of jobs, kids, and household chores, something had to be sacrificed... and that sacrifice had been their sex life. It had been months since they had been together. He'd been carrying a dark secret around with him for awhile now. To relieve his daily stress, he'd started masturbating in the shower at night while everyone else was occupied with homework, dishes, or TV. He felt guilty about it, but he was a man... he had needs. Their lovemaking had never been experimental, or about exploring boundaries... it was always sweet, gentle, and mutually satisfying. There were certain areas his wife refused to enter, though. Oral sex was a definite no-no, and the one time his fingertip had grazed the puckered ring of her anus, she had gasped and scooted away from him in shock. So, he accepted her as she was. Missionary position, lights out, and no sounds, please. Might wake the kids!
Suddenly, he became very impatient with the slow progress of the massive line of cars he was in the middle of. His eyes flickered to the road sign looming in the distance. Great! The state road was the next exit - it would cut at least 20 minutes of travel time off since it was a less-traveled road. He immediately flipped his blinker on, and exited. The closer he got to home, the harder his foot pressed on the accelerator. He was full of anticipation, and his groin was tightening as his thoughts were creating a maelstrom in his brain. What was she planning? What got into her? Was this a special anniversary that only women somehow remember? Should he stop at the 7-11 and buy her one of those cheap roses? Perhaps pick up a bottle of wine? But for the life of him, he couldn't stop anywhere. His curiosity was at a dangerous level - he was having a hard time concentrating on the light traffic he was encountering, and all he could think of was his hands on her body again.
As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed the house was in total darkness... although he thought he could detect the faint glow of a candle in an upstairs window - their bedroom. Leaving everything in the car, he literally jumped out of the door and ran to the porch. As he was fumbling with his key ring, he noticed a slip of paper gently waving in the slight breeze. His fingers yanked it from the door, and on it was written
Welcome home, baby. I'm upstairs waiting for you. Please take off everything except your pants, then look for your next set of instructions.
He groaned aloud... my god, what was his woman up to? His fingers were yanking at the buttons on his shirt while his free hand was unlocking the door. By the time he got inside and got the door shut, there were several buttons missing from the front of his shirt. His shoes went flying, shirt landed on the desk in the entryway, and his pants were suddenly very tight over his cock. He fingers went to the button on the waistband, then withdrew. It was her party, let her lead the dance. He leapt to the staircase and began mounting it, taking the steps two at a time. When he hit the landing, he found the next note...
Its time for you to find out who your wife really is. Shed your inhibitions and come to me now. Just remember one thing - I love you. p.s. - lose the pants, too!
He had to read it three times before he comprehended it... HIS inhibitions? Oh, he'd show her. Just for that, he was turning the bedside lamp on, and leaving it on when they made love. And if she pushed it, he'd even pull the sheet off their bodies so he could look at her nudeness. He'd force her, by god! He may even really push it, and insist they try doggy style. It had always been a favorite of his in his single days. While his thoughts were slamming around in his brain, he was yanking his pants and boxers down. As soon as his boxers skimmed over his hips, his very erect cock sprang from its prison. He was already oozing precum... she damn well better not be playing games with him. His tolerance level was now gone.
As his hand went to the doorknob, he noticed he was shaking. WTF??? Why was he nervous? After all, he knew he'd have control. He always did. He was shocked that she had gone this far - always before, it was his duty to make the first move, but he knew how she was. He knew that once he entered their bedroom, she would be sitting on the side of the bed waiting for him in one of her prim little nightgowns. Probably still have her white cotton panties on underneath, too. Well, tonight, it was going to be different. As he stepped into the room, his eyes immediately went to the candles burning. Wow. Candles everywhere. The different scents immediately assaulted his nostrils, almost dizzying in their intensity. But all very erotic - not the floral scents she tended to favor. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting, he was skimming the room, in search of wifey in her little nightgown. Only she was nowhere to be seen. The door to their private bath was open, and he could see candles burning in there, also. As soon as the door latched shut behind him, he heard her voice... only was it her voice? She sounded firm.
"Stand in the middle of the room, with your hands at your sides. I'll be there in a moment. And keep your eyes on the bathroom door. I don't want you to miss my entrance."
At her words, his body immediately pivoted towards her voice - and he did as she demanded. He was frozen in anticipation and curiosity, shaking hands at his sides, and his hardness jutting out like a beacon to her. And then, there she was. He gasped in shock - who was this woman standing in front of him??? His eyes were frantically jerking up and down in their sockets, scanning her while his brain was attempting to absorb and believe what he was seeing. Her hair was wild... released from its customary alligator clip on the back of her head, it was draped over her shoulders and breasts. Very full, very sensuous looking. It looked as if fingers had already been raked thru it in the heat of passion. Her face - my god, he'd never seen her wear makeup like that. Her eyes were shadowed with smoky color. Lashes very thick and long, coated with black mascara. Her eyeliner was smudged around her eyes, giving her a very erotic, sultry look. And her lips.
He swallowed hard when his eyes locked on her lips. They were coated with a very shiny gloss, and they looked full and pouty. He instantly thought of seeing them on parts of his body they'd never tasted before, and for an instant, he felt a stab of fear shoot through him. Was she ill? On drugs? What had come over her? But as his eyes traveled the length of her body, the fear was instantly forgotten and replaced by pure deep lust. Her shoulders were bare, covered only by her hair.
Her breasts and stomach were covered by a deep red bustier - laced in front to allow her breasts to bulge and strain upwards. The bustier ended in a point just below her bellybutton, and below it, she was wearing *gulp* a thong!!! With a garter belt - the same red color as the bustier. Thigh-hi sheer red nylons on, held in place with the tiny garters. And on her feet - oh fuck. Stiletto heeled pumps. Very red, very shiny, and very very hot. His eyes went back to her face, and he found himself gasping for breath, trying to find words and make his tongue work. "What are you doing???" he demanded of her.
"Shhhhhhhhh"... she held a finger to her lips, and began walking towards him. She was walking like a cat, swaying back and forth, her long legs accentuated by the 6" heels she was wearing. He watched her approach - she looked like a model walking a runway somewhere. He didn't even know she knew how to walk in high heels! As she got close to him, she reached her hand out to trail her nails down his chest - nails that he now noticed were painted red to match her outfit. They looked like claws, and he shivered as they stroked down his tense body.
