He walked through the door after a long, tiring day, the house was warm and, a welcome relief to the cold. The cats ran to greet him but there was no sign of his wife. He shrugged out of his coat and as he went to hang it up he noticed the folded note with “EAT ME” written on it, propped up against a small bottle of water on the counter top.
He picked up the note, there was a snack bar under it, explaining the instruction, and more writing inside. He tore the wrapper off the snack bar and began to eat as he read the note.
Welcome Home Sir,
Eat this snack, there is a drink too if you are thirsty.
Come upstairs for the main course X
He smiled. They must be alone. She would be waiting for him, and he felt his cock swell, but he also knew that good things were worth waiting for, so, taking a biscuit out of the tin to eat, he went into the living room and turned on the TV. He would make her wait. He grinned wickedly as he thought of her, waiting.
Upstairs, her stomach had done a somersault when the door had opened, and she had strained to hear him. At the sound of the wrapper being opened on the snack bar she had smiled. She could picture him eating as he read the note. Any minute now, he would be coming, so she checked her position on the bed. Her arms were out, her legs spread wide, just as he liked her. She had stoked the fire a little, touching herself and imagining what he would do to her. She was wet and warmed up.
She took a deep steadying breath and listened for the tell tale groan when he stepped on the second step, that would let her know he was on his way.
The sound of the TV coming on downstairs was not part of her plan. Had the note fallen on the floor or was he just not interested in having her for the main course?
He sat on the sofa, watching the clock not the TV, his eyes flicking between that, his hands and the ceiling, where he knew, directly above him she lay waiting. She was probably naked too. Although he had bought several beautiful lingerie sets for her, he always stripped her naked before fucking her, occasionally he may leave her in suspenders and stockings but generally she was naked.
He knew every inch of her body like his own. He loved to eat her, devour her, the taste of her on his tongue, how she would whimper and sigh as he sucked and licked her clit, how she would moan and writhe when he fucked her with his fingers, until she climaxed around his fingers. His cock, responding to his thoughts bulged a little uncomfortably. Ten minutes, he had decided he would make her wait ten minutes when he had sat down. He looked up at the clock.
She had no clock in view and so she had no idea how long she waited, but just as she had decided to get dressed and go downstairs the TV went silent. Her stomach twisted again. She has been so sure he would come straight up excited. Now she didn’t know what to expect.
He had watched the second hand on the clock count down for 180 seconds, until the ten minutes had elapsed. Turning off the TV he got up and headed to the stairs. There on the third step was a pair of her panties. He picked them up and lifted them to his nose, she had been wearing these today, he had picked them out this morning, and he could smell her. He continued up the stairs, panties in his hand.
“I think you dropped some laundry,” he said louder than strictly necessary.
She suppressed a giggle.
He entered the bedroom. She was not naked. Black stockings covered her legs making the pale skin of her thighs seem paler than usual. She had teamed the stockings with a suspender belt, and laid his flogger over her pussy. She was perfect, her skin, pale because she rarely went out in the sun and more curvaceous than perhaps she would like, but he loved every curve. He especially loved that she was his.
She looked up at him, there was an uncertainty in her eyes as she looked at him, and he smiled a lecherous wicked grin, making her giggle.
Quickly he divested himself of his clothes and his cock freed of the constraints of his clothing, stood erect and proud. She watched it greedily as he walked towards her.
“Do you remember your safeword?” He asked quietly.
“Yes Sir,” she replied biting her lip, wondering what he had planned.
“Good,” he said, “because today I am going to tease you until you beg me to let you come, and then I’m not going to stop making you come until you safeword.” He stroked her face, “Then, when you give me permission to resume, I’m going to fuck your face until I come. Do you understand? Shall I begin?”
She nodded twice. He smiled and climbed onto the bed.
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