Home Invasion
When Joe came home from work on Friday night, he looked exhausted. At the end of a week, a busy day and Friday night traffic often takes its toll. I brought him a drink, kissed him. I didn't quiz him about his day, I knew him well and all he wanted to do in this situation was relax and get rid of the day's tensions. I told him dinner would be ready in half an hour, this would give him time to recover, have a shower and change into more comfortable clothing. I had been hoping for an adventurous evening but considering his obvious exhaustion I knew he would not be up for it. If I asked he would oblige but it wouldn't be fair on either of us. His mind would not be completely focused and he would probably be unable to find the stamina to complete what I had in mind.
We had been married for fifteen years, fifteen wonderful years. We were perfectly matched; we had enough interests in common to allow us to spend a lot of time together without it being boring for either of us; we also had a number of separate interests so that we didn't get bored with each other. And the biggest plus was that we both had healthy sexual appetites. Before we married we had discussed the possibility of children, but we were both honest with each other and neither of us wanted that kind of life. Since then, I had had the occasional twinge of regret, but only momentary, I was more than happy with way our life together was and had been.
After dinner, I took him by the hand, and said. "Let's go to bed, you are so tired, you need an early night." It was only 9pm but I knew if I could get him to have a good night's rest he would be ready, willing and able to service our mutual needs over the weekend. Unresisting he let me lead him to the bedroom where we stripped off and climbed onto the bed. It was going to be a warm night and we didn't need to get under the covers. I lay on my back and he lay on his side facing me. He put his free arm around me and kissed my shoulder.
"Have I told you that I Love you since I came home?"
"No, darling, but you don't need to tell me, I know."
"Well since I didn't tell you let me show you."
He started to caress me, gently, tenderly. I knew what was coming and didn't even consider telling him not to - I'm too selfish, I knew the pleasure he was about to give me as he had given it to me so often before and I was greedy for it. He knew me as well as I knew him; he would have been aware of my hope for some fun and games this evening. And whilst he may not have had the energy for anything ambitious he was going to give me something on account, a promise of what the weekend held in store.
His hands caressed me all over, my nipples were stiffening and I was getting wet within seconds. I was rolling and arching and squirming to put my body in positions that enabled him to touch me wherever he wanted. My husband has a talent and hands that a concert pianist would envy. He could play all sorts of music on my body, soft and gentle melodies, big orchestral overtures, thundering Wagnerian operas and even silly little ditties. I knew from the way he started that this was to be a long and drawn out melody with a repetitive theme that was interspersed with counterpoint. Each time he played the theme he would bring me to the edge and then would interpose the counterpoint, continuing to stimulate me, to pleasure me but allowing the urge to cum to subside, then repeating the theme. Over and over he played me until I was ready to beg him to play the final chords. But I didn't need to beg him, he knew me so well, he knew when I approached the point where the music was almost unbearable ecstasy. He built up to a crescendo that forced a chorus of moans and groans from my mouth as I came; and as I settled back on the bed he played a final few bars to gently ease me back to reality.
He snuggled close to me and closed his eyes to sleep before I had even caught my breath. Now you know at least one of the reasons why I love him so. He is so generous and quick to give me what I need, what I want, what I desire or simply what I would like; he gives without any expectation of my reciprocating. I do of course reciprocate, but, as with this evening, I may not be able to provide for him until tomorrow. This did not concern Joe, he gave out of love for me and my heart melted every single time he did.
I woke with a start. I was blindfolded, my legs were being spread wide and back and I sensed rather than knew that a rope was being tied to hold them in position. I tried to push myself up only to find that my hands were already tied to head of the bed. Joseph, you wicked boy. We were both interested in bondage games, we both enjoyed being bound as well as being the one doing the binding. But normally we would discuss our games before hand, this time it would be completely off-the-cuff. Not that I was worried, we had played such games so often, we knew each other's tastes and limits.
I felt fingers gently stroking my thighs, then moving over belly to my breasts, gently tweaking my nipples then moving back down over my belly to my pussy. He started gently enough but instead of the usual, gradual build up, this time he was poking rather more enthusiastically than he normally did and his finger went to my clit as soon as he discovered I was wet. He was rubbing my clit vigorously, almost roughly. This was unlike Joe; he very rarely delivered this kind of treatment. It wasn't the music that he had played earlier, in fact this wasn't music, what he was doing was bringing me to orgasm hard and fast with little time to enjoy the game. This was not like Joe at all, but I accepted it as this was obviously deliberate, something that he wanted. But when he got me to the edge, which hadn't taken long, he held me there, still fingering, still rubbing but not allowing me over the edge. I can only stand this situation for a short while and Joe knows just how long this is and lets me cum when I can take no more. But this time I was well past that point and still the fingers continued.
"Please, Joe, please make me cum."
The fingers increased their pace and the additional pressure took me where I wanted to go. Just as I started to cum a voice whispered in my ear.
"I'm not Joe, but I'm happy to oblige."
I screamed, partly due my orgasm but partly out of panic. It wasn't Joe pretending to be someone else, it wasn't Joe's voice. Now I was really struggling against the ropes, I wasn't pretending. Now I was scared, but I realized that my struggles were useless I was too well bound. I lay there waiting, not knowing, but fearing what was going to happen next.
It was quiet. In a vain hope I called out.
"Joe? Joe! Are you there?"
A man's voice asked "Is that your husband's name? I'm afraid Joe can't come to rescue you, he's ok but he's a bit tied up at moment. He's downstairs in the kitchen tied to a chair, even more securely than you are tied to this bed." There was a pause. "You see your husband thought we were here to burgle you and tried to stop us, but then there are three of us so he wasn't exactly successful, he put up a good fight, you'd be proud of him, but in the end he was easily subdued. To be honest burglary had been our original intention but when we found you here, so delectably posed on the bed sleeping, we thought we might just take advantage of the situation."
