"What a terrible day," Tina huffed, dropping her purse and keys on the counter and slowly made her way up the stairway.
"Anyone home?" she called out.
No answer.
She twisted the wedding ring on her finger, where was he? He was never home for her when she had a bad day, she half joked to herself.
"I need a hug," she said to herself as she softly opened the door to the bedroom.
"Oh my god," she let out a scream, "Flowers!" She ran to the dresser.
"Daisies!" she let out another scream. "I love daisies!"
"Oh how I love daisies," she thought to herself, how her father had always bought her daisies when she was feeling down. She pulled her arms to her chest.
"How did Mike know to get me daisies?" she wondered. "He'd never bought them before."
She didn't care, that's what made him so special, she tilted her head to the side and slowly backed towards her bed, her eyes never leaving the flowers.
"The card!" she laughed as she ran back to the dresser and pulled the card from the plastic fork that held it up and slowly opened it.
"Honey," she read allowed, "I'm sorry you had a bad day. There's a surprise under your pillow, put it on, and nothing else, and relax."
"How sweet," she felt her knees wobble as her body instantly flushed with excitement. She raced to the bed and pulled up the pillows.
"A blindfold?" she looked at the big black night mask, feeling around under all the pillows for anything else.
She picked up the mask and looked at it like it was a foreign technology, slowly pulling it over her eyes.
"This isn't so bad," she leaned back on the bed, "I'm sure I look silly." She let herself drift back and relax, pulling her shirt over her head and reached behind her back to unsnap the bra.
"Nothing else?" she muttered, slowly unsnapping the button on her slacks and pushing them down and off.
"I must look really strange," she pulled her knees up to her chest.
She giggled like a schoolgirl as she slid her panties down, her body now completely nude. She leaned back onto the bed and rested her head in the pillows. She ran her fingers across her breasts and trailed it down to her leg.
"This feels so good," she moaned, her hand gently pressing the soft flesh between her legs she let her mind drift away.
"What?!" her body jolted as she heard the door shut.
"Honey is that you?" she shook her head and gathered herself, her hand subconsciously covering her naked body.
"Shhh," she felt his index finger press against her lips and she relaxed, raising her hands to the mask.
His hands grabbed hers and pulled them back down to her side. She reached out to touch him but he wasn't there.
"Where was he?" she wondered turning her head instinctively, but not wanting to break the silence. She bit her lip. Somehow she felt like he was standing over her, looking at her, but she didn't know where.
She turned her head again. Not taking the mask off was beginning to make her excited. "Who was really watching her," she let her mind drift into fantasy.
Was it really her husband after all, she raised her hands up to her breasts and gently rubbed them for his benefit. Of course it was her husband, she bit her lip, but wouldn't it be fun if it wasn't.
Maybe it's his brother, her hand drifted from her breasts down to her leg, gently parting the folds of skin and touching the moistness inside. This was really exciting her, she let the finger drift in and out of the warmth before raising it to her mouth and licking it.
Maybe it was his sister, she thought as she slowly pulled the finger into her mouth, running her tongue over it. She let it linger a while making a little show of it.
