It had been a long day at the office, but at least Anna's team had wrapped up the Paulsen project successfully and under budget, pleasing her manager immensely. With a sigh, she unlocked the front door of the house she and her husband Jonathan had bought about a year ago. She dropped her heels once inside, then shrugged off her coat. Padding up the stairs, she unbuttoned her red blouse. Entering the bedroom, she closed the door. Unzipping her black pencil skirt, she dropped it in the hamper with her blouse, then released her sizable tits from the confinement of her bra, stuffing it into a lingerie bag. She stroked and squeezed her breasts, groaning in satisfaction at their release from confinement.
Catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, Anna smiled at her shapely form. At five foot eight with shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, perky DD breasts, and long, toned legs, she thought she looked pretty damn good for thirty-two. Sliding her panties down her long, slim legs revealed her bare pussy and curvy butt. She wrapped herself in a black satin robe that stopped a few inches above her knees. Stepping into the bathroom, she lit several candles she had scattered around the room. Switching off the overhead light, she turned on some soft classical music and began filling the white clawfoot tub.
Once it was full of almost-too-warm water, she chose a bath bomb from the assortment she kept in a wicker basket on top of the toilet. Sandalwood and vanilla -- her favorite. Unwrapping the fragrant globe, she dropped it in the water and watched it dissolve for a moment before joining it, dipping first one foot and then the other into the hot water. She sank into the fragrant bath and let out a soft sigh as she rested her forearms on the sides of the tub. She relaxed against the porcelain and dozed off for a moment, her ample breasts floating just below the water.
After her bath, drying herself with a big, fluffy towel, she felt her arousal grow. Now that the stress of her latest work project was behind her, she felt super horny. As Anna relaxed, all the energy she had put into work went straight to her cunt, tingling now, needing sex and more sex. She frowned at the fact that her husband was away on a business trip and she'd have to take care of herself. Her pussy oozed with unfulfilled need. She shut off the music and blew out the candles one by one.
#
She sat on the edge of the brass bed and opened the drawer of her nightstand, withdrawing her favorite vibrator. Lying back on a couple of pillows she arranged against the headboard, she turned on the vibe and stroked its head up and down against her snatch's lips. She moaned, increasing the intensity.
Eyes closed, breathing hard, she pinched her nipples and stroked her breasts with one hand as her hips undulated in pleasure. After several minutes, she dipped the head of the vibrator just inside her juicy pussy. She moaned and bit her lower lip as she slowly pushed it deeper and deeper inside her. When the vibrating second head of the vibe touched her clit, she gasped and bucked her tight, round ass off the bed. Once Anna was accustomed to the new stimulation, she set the machine to its highest setting.
She cried out, squirming in ecstasy as the vibe brought her closer and closer to climax.
When she came, she screamed and arched her back, pushing the toy deep into her cunt as she spasmed on the bed. Coming down from her orgasm, she removed the vibrator and turned it off, placing it beside her on the bed. She lay panting for a little while then sat up, grabbing the toy so she could clean it in the sink.
#
Anna slipped on a black satin chemise with spaghetti straps and matching lacy panties. She smiled, remembering how excited Jon got when he saw her wearing that outfit for the first time. She climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet up to her chin, settling in, feeling cozy. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
#
He parked his gray Mazda3 across the street from the house and watched the lights go out in the bedroom. He set a timer on his phone for twenty minutes.
Plenty of time for her to fall asleep
, he thought.
#
When his phone time chimed, he pulled a black balaclava over his head and donned a pair of black gloves matching his black jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt. He crossed the street and crept to the back door, letting himself in with the key under the doormat. He removed his shoes before venturing deeper into the house.
At the top of the stairs, he tiptoed to the bedroom, slowly turning the knob until he heard a soft click. He pushed the door open as slowly as he could, then slid inside.
In the dim light, he saw her. She lay on her back under the thin sheet, her breathing steady. One slim arm was draped over her stomach while the other was arranged so her fingers barely touched one of the brass posts of the headboard.
He took a pair of handcuffs from a pocket of his jeans and snapped one cuff to the wrist next to her head. When she didn't react, he attached the other cuff to one of the vertical brass rods of the headboard. Moving quickly to the other side of the bed, he lifted her other arm above her head and repeated his actions. His cock stiffened in his jeans, seeing her restrained.
When he clicked the last cuff onto the headboard, rendering her helpless, her eyes snapped open.
"Hey!" she said, trying to sit up but only succeeding in kicking the sheet off of her. "What are you doing?"
He clamped a gloved hand over her mouth. She took in a sharp breath through her nose.
"Be quiet and I won't hurt you. Much," he said with a growl. "Nod if you understand."
She nodded. He removed his hand.
"Are these the same gloves you used to change that tire a few months ago?" she asked, disgusted.
"Yeah, I mean I already had them," he said in his normal voice, then stopped to look at her.
"Dammit, Anna," he said.
"Well, they smell like gravel," she said, frowning. "Or worse. It's gross. Would you want your mouth smushed against something dirty like that?"
He sighed and pulled off the gloves.
"I guess not. Lemme go wash my hands. Just a sec."
He returned with a washcloth and cleaned her face. When he finished, he pulled the balaclava off his head.
"Why'd you take that off?" she asked in a whiny tone. "It's part of my fantasy!"
"So are the gloves, if I remember correctly," Jon said in the even tone he took when his patience was tested.
"
Clean ones!
"
"Sure," he said. "Just a minute. I think I got a pair."
She flopped back on the bed and snorted her impatience while he clicked on the bedside lamp. He dug around in the dresser until he found a suitable pair of gloves. He pulled them on along with the balaclava.
"Okay, here we go," he said. "Ready to continue?"
"Take off the handcuffs and start over. I'll pretend to be asleep."
"No."
"What did you say?" she asked, surprised.
He picked up a chair from her desk, turned it around and straddled it, facing her.
"You have a fantasy of not being in control," as he removed his gloves. "Of being fucked without having any say in
how
you get fucked. You don't look you like you're in control right now. Works for me."
He turned off the light, leaving the room almost completely dark. Some faint illumination came from the nightlight in the bathroom.
"Hey, wait a minute," she said, struggling against the handcuffs. "These things are pretty sharp and pokey. They're really uncomfortable. Take them off."
He chuckled as he put the chair back in its place.
"They're part of your fantasy, remember? I bought them just for you. They're staying on."
"But we have the leather cuffs," she said. "Please take these things off. The leather ones are nice and comfy."
He had lost his erection during their argument about the gloves but it came back with a vengeance.
"Yeah, you're right," he said with a smile. "We
do
have leather cuffs. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
"Wait! What are you doing? It's dark in here! I can't see anything!"
Anna struggled against the clanky handcuffs, whining as she kicked the bed in frustration while she waited for him.
#
Jon closed the bedroom door behind him when he returned. He had an assortment of equipment cradled in his arms. He set the load on top of the dresser. After turning on a bedside lamp, he sorted the items he'd brought. Some of them sounded metallic.
"What are you doing?" Anna asked. "C'mon over here and swap out the handcuffs for the leather ones."
"So you want leather cuffs?" he asked, his voice raspy.
"Yes, swap them out now."
She couldn't make out what he had in his hand when he turned to approach the bed. Standing nearby, he dropped a few items on the sheets.
"About time," she said. "What took you so long?"
