My wife is certainly inventive; it is part of her nature and she has exploited that nature in her career in biogenetic engineering. I only learned how inventive she could be one long weekend getaway to our summer home.
It was a long week for me working as a "hired gun" attorney. You know, I am the guy that you dispise when I get my corporate clients off the hook after you know that they robbed the widdow blind and threw her and her hungry children out on the street. I am a hard charging, type-A personality who lives his life in charge of his destiny and that of many who may not even know who I am. I work hard and definitely play hard.
The weekend arrived after a typical week of making my clients happy and booking more billable hours that physically possible. I was energized after those the long hours. I certainly hadn't spent many of those hours at home in any activity other than sleeping or eating - if you catch my drift. I was looking forward to some quality time with my wife.
When arrived home after the commute from the office, I found a dark home and a note on the kitchen island. In my wife's beautiful script, she asked me to grab my overnight bag and to pack lightly selecting those casual clothing items that I "was not afraid to be soiled."
I wondered what my wife had in mind while I grabbed toiletries, a couple of non-descript t-shirts, my body hugging swim suit and a few casual pants that had clearly seen better days. After packing the bag, I continued reading the note which asked me to join her at our summer home in cottage country. I certainly would have a few hours behind the wheel to ponder what she had in mind for this weekend. Luckily it will be a short drive from our home to the summer place but I will be in suspense the entire trip.
While I have been the hard-charging attorney, my wife's creativity was put to work for a pharmaceutical company where she leads the research on how to quickly biogentically-engineer treatments to specific patients. Her research was developing a technique to match up the patient's genetic characteristics to the genetic targeting of the drug so that, for example, cancer drugs could distinguish between the patient's cells ("good") and cancer cells ("bad"). The genetically-targeted drug could selectively kill the cancer while leaving the healthy cells behind. It was cutting-edge research that may someday win her world-wide renown - maybe balance out the apparent bad karma I was racking up.
I still didn't have any idea what my wife had in mind when I pulled up the driveway of the driveway of the summer house. The house looked dark when I pulled up but I did see my wife's electric car pluged into the charger in the carport, so I knew that she was there but where?
My suspicions increased when I walked into the house and found another of my wife's notes. She wrote:
I know you well. You didn't change into comfortable clothes. You drove the trip here in your nicely tailored suit wondering why I wanted you in casual clothes. I strongly suggest that you change before you embark on the next step of this adventure. Once you have changed, it will be time for you to come and find me. Once you do find me, I know you will get a big surprise.
I knew exactly what I really wanted in the way of a surprise - I wanted to put my now hard cock in each and every warm, wet place on my wife's body - repeatedly - until she had received as much as she had given to me. So I wasted no time in droppng my overnighter in our bedroom and stripping out of my suit. I quickly picked out slacks and a t-shirt - going commando - before racing off to try to find my wife.
My mind was racing faster than my body but not as fast as my libido. Where could she be? The property was not that big but it was remote. Our neighbors were grazing pastures for cattle or tree farms for future paper towels and toilet tissue. So if she didn't make any sound, I would be challenged finding her between the trees and the stream running through the property. I figured that she did want to be found so maybe if I called out for her, she would reveal the direction I should head to find her.
"Laura! Oh, Laura! Where is the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth?" I called out into the now twilight sky.
"That is for me to know and you to find out," came her reply from the direction of the stream.
I thought I knew for sure where she was and I wasn't going to waste any time in capturing my surprise. Running off in the direction of the stream I went as fast as I could run. As I was approaching the ridge of the bank that leads to the stream, I saw Laura blow me a kiss and disappear over the ridge. I ran like I was trying to make the Olympic team and had a full head of steam approaching the ridge.
My wife certainly had a surprise for me. I crested the ridge running full speed and found out, much to my amazement, that somehow the gentle far slope that used to ease down to the stream had been excavated into a steep drop off. I was now airborn waving my arms frantically in an vain attempt to prepare for the eventual landing.
The flight from the ridge top was equally surprising as I saw my dear Laura on the far side of the stream dressed in very little. Her beautifully round breasts were barely covered by a very slim bikini top and her lovely ass drawfed the bottoms. She was smiling in complete awareness of what was about to transpire. My eyes were fixed on the sexual goddess across the stream when my feet landed on the ground and found terra firma not to be so firm.
I suddenly realized her surprise. The ground under my feet opened up and seemed to swallow my legs up to the knee. The consistency of the mud seemed unusally sticky. With the forward motion of my lower body halted, inertia took over and I extended my arms bracing for a fall to the ground. My hands and arms found the soil to be of the same consistency as that now engulfing my calves. My arms sunk in up to my elbows and I found myself in the classic doggie-style pose.
A broad smile was on Laura's face as she watched me land in the gooey mud. She started to chuckle as a struggled to try to remove myself. "You will only wear yourself out, George. That is no ordinary mud. It is a by-product of my research. We have developed a way to make a biological adhesive that is genetically keyed. Once the adhesive finds its genetic target, in this case, you, it locks on until it is chemically released. So you are stuck in that adhesive mud until I want to let you out," as she now was laughing out loud.
While she continued to laugh, I realized that I was totally at her mercy. It is now a cliché that dominant business men want to be switch roles and be dominated in the bedroom and my wife had a unique way to bring this about. My libido was raging and I would have been stroking my cock excpet that my hands were firmly cemented into the ground.
Laura walked away and briefly disappeared from my sight. I wondered about what her first move on me would be. She didn't leave me wondering long as she returned with a large set of scissors, a container of sexual lubricant and an enema bag that appeared huge even with my eyes wide open.
She wasted no time in using the scissors to cut my pants and shirt off my trapped body. "Be carefull there sweetie or you be having me sing soprano for the balance of my lfe!" I warned her as she was revealing my rock hard cock.
