It's been a one way conversation for many years. Whispering my desires into my husband's ears, it's the same fantasy repeated over and over. So many times it has been spoken, but no one, even I hear it anymore. I know why. It's due to my fear of crossing that boundary, of opening a world of delight or Pandora's Box? It's something I won't do on my own. I need help in planning my own deviance, so if it doesn't work out I have an out, an excuse, someone or something to blame. One evening, after we lay in a sweaty pile, my husband asks, "Are we ever going to do this?" I roll over and look him in the eye and nod yes, but tell him I need help. He says, "Consider it done."
He usually strikes while the iron is hot, so two weeks later in Palm Desert I was acting all goofy and silly. I actually had butterflies in my stomach. After two days of sleeping, swimming and playing tennis, I realized nothing was going to happen. Three weeks after that, we had a date night and went downtown for appetizers, cocktails and dancing. I kept looking around the bar trying to guess whom we might be meeting. Nobody. The weeks went by and nothing happened. I soon put it out of my mind with everyday life and all occupying my time.
It was spring and the weather was warming up. We had another trip to Palm Desert planned for more sun and relaxation. This time we didn't make it to the tennis court because the bar was in the way. The sun, the warmth and the rum drinks took all my troubles away. We went up to our room for some kinky fun. My husband pulled out some restraints from home that he had brought and assisted me into them. I lay face down on the bed in my bikini and a blindfold was put over my eyes. We have played this game before. It still titillates me. He walks off quietly, opens the hotel room door and closes it. More silence follows. A minute later the door opens again.
My skin tingles. The air in the room feels electric. Titillation ripples down my body. I hear the foot prints, the breathing and now a hand on the back of my thigh. I shudder but from what I don't know. It's not my husbands and then another hand on my other thigh. Again, it's not my husband's and not the same as the other hand. I feel fear and speak out. My husband says, "Shh. It's what you requested." I still feel fearful, but excited. I'm surprised because I feel my ass jut up in the air involuntarily, or was it? My head is saying no, but my pussy is saying yes.