My wife, Julie, and I had been married nearly ten geezerhood. We had been happy, our sex life sentence had been adept, and finance secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the Saame thing every time, over and over. cipher was new and it wasn't exciting anymore.

This Fri was our tenth nuptials anniversary and I thought if I did something special for her we might put some of the fire back into our marriage and sex biography."Julie, I thought we could do something special for our day of remembrance. Something you want to do."

Her eyes lit up and a picayune smile came across her side."I want to stay in. I want you to earn dinner party and then I want us to expend the evening together doing what I want."

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

"You have dinner ready for us at seven. I have to arrest on the way base and peck up a few things,"she explained.

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Friday came and I prepared dinner party as I'd agreed. I set the table with flowers, candles, her prefer Merlot, and then waited for her in expectation of what she had planned.

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

I put dinner on the board, poured the wine-coloured, and stared at the closed chamber door in reflexion 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 corset trimmed with black lace and a bantam pleat, tartan mini. Her hanker slender legs were accentuated by black, lace trimmed, thigh high stockings and she was wearing stiletto heel. Her wavy auburn hair hung loosely and provocatively about her bare berm and her Pomaderris apetala center sparkled in the flickering candlelight. I was immediately aroused and come up to sweep up her. She put her hand up to stop me as I approached.

"commencement feed me, then fuck me,"she said in a soft yet demanding voice.

She sat at the table, crossed her legs provocatively with her knees high in the air because of the spike heel dog, and placed her hands in her lap. I returned to my rear end and began to eat.

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

Now I understood where she was going with this. I pulled my chair around to the other face of the table and sat facing her. Then I began to fertilise her as she slowly and lasciviously removed the morsels from the fork. I watched her savor the building complex flavors as she chewed, and then lick her mouth with the tip of her tongue. I became more aroused from the sensual display and my growing dick was making it uncomfortable to sit, crammed inside my drawers as it was. Still, I didn't dare get up and continued to fee 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 bathroom water and when I returned Julie was sitting on the edge of the bed ; her legs crossed as before, human knee high in the air. She kicked up one leg and wiggled her metrical foot at me. I knelt and removed her stiletto. She reversed her leg and raised the other foot in the Saame mode. I removed that shoe 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 small amount of encouragement, I could have cum right there from just the gentle, sylphlike smell of her skin. Instead, I focused on the project and slowly slid the stocking down her shapely leg to her articulatio talocruralis. Then I raised her turn down leg by placing my paw under her calf brawn and rolled the stocking over her heel and off her animal foot. I removed the former stocking in the same manner and she rose to her feet.

Still kneeling, I unclasped the miniskirt and let it fall to the base. She wore tiny, white thong panty trimmed with lace which I pulled down and helped her step out of. Then I ran my hands up the exterior of her legs, over her hips, and on to her waistline to becalm myself as I stood. I began the hard task of unfastening the girdle. It fell to the floor in a heap along with the former garments and Julie was now standing before me, completely naked, looking like a goddess. It had been a prospicient time since I felt this way just from seeing her in the raw sienna, but it made me horny as perdition. I wanted to spring on her decently then, so I put my blazonry around her and attempted to snog her.

"No, no, no,"she said as she backed away and shook her digit in my face."Bath first."

We went into the bathroom. I helped Julie into the tub then knelt beside it. She handed me a bathtub quick study and body wash. I carefully soaped and rinsed her luscious physical structure. 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 scissor grip, a razor, and shaving gel. She leaned back and spread her articulatio genus wide. She wanted me to trim her pussy.

Julie was indeed a redhead. Her George H.W. Bush was as auburn as the hair on her top dog. She had never shaved her cunt while we were married, but she did keep it closely trimmed and her Bikini line well in cheque. Even so, I had always wanted to sleep with what her pussy felt like bare, and guessed I was finally going to determine out. I used the scissors and judiciously trimmed everything down to short shuck, then lathered her up with the gel and carefully finished with the razor. While rinsing, I ran my deal over the totality of her vulva, checking my employment to shit sure as shooting I hadn't missed anything. Her pussy felt soft yet firm, the cutis smooth and glossy. She moaned softly from the new ace of my hired man gliding over her bare pelt. I gently toweled her off then we moved back to the bedroom.

"fourth dimension for you to strip,"she playfully demanded and I eagerly complied. My gumshoe was quite cramped inside my boxers 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 colourful shopping bags, but hid it from my sight while she climbed into bed. I realized what she had taken from the bag when she pushed my arms over my head word and I felt cuff being placed around my wrists. She had run the cuffs 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 hand,"I answered.

"well, 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 side of Julie I had never seen or known she was able of ; forceful, dominant, and sexually belligerent. It scared me, but I liked it.

She took a blindfold from the bag and placed it over my eyes. I couldn't see anything. The next matter I felt were her finger on the point of my cock. She started at the tip then began gently rubbing over and around the glans. My dick began to throb. She slid her fingers down the length of my cock, occasionally stopping and squeezing tightly.

Then I felt the soft, dampish sensation of her lips close around the psyche of my peter. She swirled her tongue across the tip and used her lip to rub over the edge of the glans. The input was overpowering. All my signified shut down and the alone thing I was cognisant of was the intense sentiency on the end of my dick. I was transfixed.

She slid her lips down my shaft, continuing her exhilarating Assault on my glans with her spit. Her grip on the stem of my shaft was causing my prostate to spasm as her back talk moved up and down my turncock bringing an explosion of sense. I was nearing sexual climax."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 air of the sweet inviting olfactory property of her pussy as she straddled my face. There was a lead of babe powder left over from the shaving gel mixed in with her sweetness musky odor. I felt the heat of her pussy getting finisher 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 tongue over them causing her to cringe and moan quietly.

She continued to lower herself onto me and I drew her labia into my mouth, gently squeezing them between my sass and running my tongue over the wind. Julie moaned her approval and pressed her pussy further onto my mouthpiece. I stuck my tongue into her vagina, I had no choice ; her vulva was firmly pressed against my sassing. Her wetness ran onto my knife and spread around my oral cavity. It tasted gratifying, flowery, and intoxicating. I pushed my spit into her opening as far as I could reach.

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

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

"I need you inside me,"she screamed and turned around to straddle my hips. Then she lowered herself onto my rooster and began bucking back and Forth and up and down with more exuberance than ever before. I never knew she could have this much energy. I felt the walls of her vagina constrict around my cock as she stroked up and down my duration."My kitty flavour so damn honest !"she exclaimed.

Julie's exuberance began to fetch me to orgasm. She slid herself up and down my hammer with such vehemence I was quickly on edge. Her soft, slippery pussy enveloped my cock while her orgasmic contractions squeezed me. The sweep over urge was upon me. I thrust my rose hip up just as Julie was slamming down upon me. She screamed at the recondite encroachment and I came. She picked herself up and motor down upon me again. I bucked up, plunging deep inside, and ejaculated again. Julie screamed once more. I felt her kegel brawniness contract and spellbind me tightly and I came again. She continued riding me. Bucking up and down as waves of passion overtook her gage. I came until I had nix left.

Julie finally slowed her motions as she ran out of energy. Between the orgasm and the strong-arm elbow grease, she was exhausted and collapsed on top of me. A mixture of her juice 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 breath, Julie sat up, my flaccid putz still inside her, and removed the blindfold. I blinked to adjust my heart. She looked gorgeous kneeling on top of me. Her hair's-breadth was mussed and she had a glow from the elbow grease of screw, I had never seen her expression so lovely or in control.

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