My wife, Julie, and I had been married nearly ten yr. We had been felicitous, our sex living had been good, and pecuniary resource secure. But lately, the twinkle was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was riotous, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same matter every sentence, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn't exciting anymore.

This Friday was our tenth marriage anniversary and I thought if I did something special for her we might put some of the fervor back into our marriage and sex life."Julie, I thought we could do something exceptional for our anniversary. Something you want to do."

Her eye lit up and a little smiling came across her typeface."I want to stay in. I want you to progress to dinner and then I want us to spend the eve together doing what I want."

"You're on."I eagerly accepted hoping the even would be like the ones we used to have.

"You have dinner prepare for us at seven. I have to discontinue on the way home and pick up a few matter,"she explained.

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Fri came and I prepared dinner party as I'd agreed. I set the table with flowers, cd, her preferable Merlot, and then waited for her in anticipation of what she had planned.

She arrived home a few bit before seven carrying several shopping old bag."I'm going to change. I'll be out in a few minutes. decant me something to drink,"she said while dashing into the bedroom.

I put dinner on the table, poured the wine, and stared at the close up chamber door in musing of what she was up to. When it opened and Julie stepped into the doorway, my shy, reserved little wife had transformed herself into a seductress. She wore a red stays trimmed with black-market lace and a lilliputian pleat, tartan miniskirt. Her long slender peg were accentuated by black, lace trimmed, thigh gamy stockings and she was wearing stiletto bounder. Her wavy auburn hair hung loosely and provocatively about her bare articulatio humeri and her hazel eyes sparkled in the flickering candlelight. I was immediately aroused and uprise to hug her. She put her hand up to stop me as I approached.

"First feed me, then fuck me,"she said in a flabby yet demanding voice.

She sat at the table, crossed her pegleg provocatively with her knees high in the air because of the spike heels, and placed her handwriting in her lap. I returned to my place and began to eat.

"What are you doing ?"she said in a tone as if scolding me. I looked at her and shook my nous in puzzlement."I told you to fee me, and that's what I want. Remember the deal for tonight. I get whatever I want."

Now I understood where she was going with this. I pulled my chairperson around to the former side of the table and sat facing her. Then I began to feed her as she slowly and lasciviously removed the morsels from the fork. I watched her savor the building complex feeling as she chewed, and then thrash her lips with the tip of her clapper. I became more bring up from the animal showing and my growing dick was making it uncomfortable to sit, crammed inside my pants as it was. Still, I didn't dare get up and continued to feed her until she'd had her fill.

When she was done, we went into the bedroom."Now I want a bath,"she demanded.

I ran the tub weewee and when I returned Julie was sitting on the border of the bed ; her legs crossed as before, knees high in the air. She kicked up one leg and wiggled her foot at me. I knelt and removed her stiletto. She reversed her leg and raised the early foot in the Saami mode. I removed that horseshoe then ran my hands up her slender leg until my fingertips were just past the top of the stocking and touching the bare skin of her thigh. With just a lowly total of boost, I could give cum right there from just the lenient, supple feel of her skin. Instead, I focused on the task and slowly slid the stocking down her shapely leg to her ankle joint. Then I raised her lower leg by placing my hired hand under her sura brawn and rolled the stocking over her hound and off her invertebrate foot. I removed the other stocking in the same way and she rose to her feet.

Still kneeling, I unclasped the miniskirt and let it devolve to the story. She wore tiny, white thong panties trimmed with lace which I pulled down and helped her step out of. Then I ran my hand up the outside of her stage, over her pelvic arch, and on to her waist to stabilize myself as I stood. I began the arduous task of unfastening the girdle. It fell to the storey in a spate along with the former garments and Julie was now standing before me, completely raw, looking like a goddess. It had been a foresighted metre since I felt this way just from seeing her in the buff, but it made me horny as Hades. I wanted to derail on her right then, so I put my arms around her and attempted to buss her.

"No, no, no,"she said as she backed away and shook her finger's breadth in my grimace."bathtub first."

We went into the bathroom. I helped Julie into the tub then knelt beside it. She handed me a tub sponge and body airstream. I carefully soaped and rinsed her luscious trunk. Her slippery wet skin felt like silk. She raised each leg in turn and I soaped and rinsed them as well. Then she sat on the edge of the tub and handed me scissors, a razor, and shaving gel. She leaned back and spread her human knee wide-eyed. She wanted me to plane her pussy.

Julie was indeed a redhead. Her chaparral was as auburn as the hair on her drumhead. She had never shaved her twat while we were married, but she did go along it closely trimmed and her two-piece stemma well in check. Even so, I had always wanted to love what her twat felt like bare, and guessed I was finally going to find out. I used the scissors and judiciously trimmed everything down to short-change stubble, then lathered her up with the gel and carefully finished with the razor. While rinsing, I ran my hand over the integrality of her vulva, checking my work to form sure I hadn't missed anything. Her purulent felt flabby yet firm, the tegument smooth and slipperiness. She moaned softly from the new sensation of my hand sailplaning over her bare skin. I gently toweled her off then we moved back to the bedroom.

"clock time for you to strip,"she playfully demanded and I eagerly complied. My dick was quite cramped inside my shorts and welcomed being released from the constricting clothes.

"Onto the bed,"she said, pushing me down and guiding me on where to lie. Then she retrieved something from one of the colorful shopping travelling bag, but hid it from my view while she climbed into bed. I realized what she had taken from the bag when she pushed my munition over my promontory and I felt handlock being placed around my wrists. She had run the cuff through a spindle in the headboard and secured my hands to it. I was not going anywhere.

"Let's get something straight here,"she said sternly."Today I get anything I want, right."

"right wing,"I answered.

"wellspring, what I want is you. I own you. I can do whatever I want to you and you'll do whatever I say, right."

"Right,"I answered. This was a face of Julie I had never seen or known she was capable of ; emphatic, dominant, and sexually fast-growing. It scared me, but I liked it.

She took a blindfold from the bag and placed it over my optic. I couldn't see anything. The future matter I felt were her digit on the head of my cock. She started at the tip then began gently rubbing over and around the glans. My dick began to thrill. She slid her digit down the distance of my cock, occasionally stopping and squeezing tightly.

Then I felt the soft, moist sensation of her lips close around the head of my cock. She swirled her lingua across the tip and used her lips to rub over the bound of the glans. The stimulation was overpowering. All my senses shut down and the only thing I was mindful of was the acute champion on the end of my putz. I was transfixed.

She slid her lips down my light beam, continuing her exhilarating assault on my glans with her tongue. Her grip on the stand of my shaft was causing my prostate to spasm as her back talk moved up and down my cock bringing an explosion of sensation. I was nearing orgasm."I'm going to cum,"I shouted out.

She stopped sucking on my dick."Oh, no you're not,"she said."I'm not done with you yet."

I felt her moving around on the bed and then caught a puff of the new inviting perfume of her pussy as she straddled my look. There was a hint of baby powder left over from the shaving gel mixed in with her sugariness musky aroma. I felt the warmness of her pussy getting closer as she slowly lowered herself onto my face, stopping just as her inner labia touched my lips. They were soft, smooth, and moist. I gently flicked my clapper over them causing her to flinch and moan quietly.

She continued to lower herself onto me and I drew her labia into my oral fissure, gently squeezing them between my backtalk and running my tongue over the backsheesh. Julie moaned her approval and pressed her pussy further onto my mouth. I stuck my tongue into her vagina, I had no choice ; her vulva was firmly pressed against my mouth. Her wetness ran onto my clapper and spreadhead around my mouth. It tasted angelical, flowery, and intoxicating. I pushed my knife into her chess opening as far as I could reach.

Then she slid her snatch across my sass. My tongue contacted the underside of her clit and she flinched. I ran my tongue around the circumference as she moaned loudly and slid her kitty back to where my lingua was at her vagina. I thrust it in deeply. She gasped and rocked her coxa back to where my spit was on her clit again and I licked it furiously. She bucked back the other way and was now moaning continuously as she slid her twat across my mouth. Her juices ran down my cheeks and chin.

"Oh, my god,"she yelled, thrusting her hips forward, stopping and shuddering in ecstasy. I plunged my lingua into her vagina as deeply as I could wield. Her muscular tissue tensed and her thighs squeezed together when I contacted her g-spot. She bucked again, and again my natural language touched her g-spot.

"I need you inside me,"she screamed and turned around to range my hips. Then she lowered herself onto my cock and began bucking back and forth and up and down with more enthusiasm than ever before. I never knew she could accept this much DOE. I felt the paries of her vagina constrict around my dick as she stroked up and down my length."My pussy feels so damn near !"she exclaimed.

Julie's ebullience began to convey me to orgasm. She slid herself up and down my turncock with such wildness I was quickly on edge. Her flabby, slippy pussy enveloped my dick while her orgasmic contractions squeezed me. The flood out urge was upon me. I thrust my pelvis up just as Julie was slamming down upon me. She screamed at the abstruse trespass and I came. She picked herself up and repulse down upon me again. I bucked up, plunging cryptical inside, and ejaculated again. Julie screamed once more. I felt her kegel heftiness contract and grip me tightly and I came again. She continued riding me. Bucking up and down as moving ridge of passion overtook her senses. I came until I had goose egg left.

Julie finally slowed her question as she ran out of energy. Between the coming and the forcible exertion, she was exhausted and collapsed on top of me. A mixture of her juices and my cum oozed out from her pussy and ran down my shaft, puddling at the base of my cock.

We laid there for several minutes, recuperating. When we had caught our breather, Julie sat up, my flaccid dick still inside her, and removed the blindfold. I blinked to adjust my eyes. She looked gorgeous kneeling on top of me. Her hair was mussed and she had a glow from the exertion of fuck, I had never seen her smell so lovely or in control.

"From now on you're my play toy. I get to use and maltreat you as I wish and as often as I like,"she said in a rigid and demanding tone. I was scared yet delighted not knowing where it would all go. Our marriage had definitely heated up .