Lets try something a little different tonight I said as I reached around from behind my wife, running my hands up under her loose fitting top to lightly stroke her ribs, just under her large, lovely breasts. Weve been married for 12 years, and know each others bodies very well. I know what turns her on, where shes a bit ticklish, everything. Our sex life has been good, though very tame.

As clich as it sounds, my wife is my best friend and a very sweet lady. She is not at all kinky, but does like a good, straight forward playing. What did you have in mind?, she asked as she leaned back into me. I pulled my hands away, and reached back to pull the black silk scarf which had inspired the idea out of my back pocket. I rolled it into a 3 inch strip, and tied it firmly around her head as a blindfold, taking care not to entangle her beautiful long brown hair. Hmmm, this should be interesting, she purred, starting to turn and face me.

I gently but firmly stopped her by grasping her shoulders. You, I said, may not move unless I tell you to. She turned her bound head a little as I held her shoulders straight ahead. What do you mean, no matter what? she asked a bit incredulously. Youll just have trust me, and wait to find out I replied as I gave her a light peck on the neck. OK she agreed, but this better not get too weird. Relax I reassured her, youre going to love it. We were standing in our kitchen, and I walked her by the hand slowly out to the dining room, positioning her with her back to our heavy oak dining room table. Since the day we bought the big antique table, Ive fantasized about sprawling her out on the expansive hard surface and ravaging her giving us the opportunity to then remember the event every time we sit down for dinner. Tonight would finally be the night. Where are you leading me? she asked.

Uh, uh, uh, I scolded holding my fingers against her lips. I released her arm, and began to very slowly undress her, being careful not to touch her body as I slid off her shirt and slipped her shorts and panties down around her ankles. I quickly undressed myself, my length already stiff with anticipation. I unhooked her bra, and carefully slipped it off her shoulders, releasing the magnificent fleshy mounds of her breasts. She has perfect silver-dollar sized nipples, the sight of which I never tire.

Apparently this blindfold treatment was already having an effect on her, as they were fully erect. I then guided her hips back slightly, to lean against the table. I knelt down in front of her and lifted each foot, removing its sandal and stepping her out of the shorts and panties. Very slowly, I ran my hands up the backs of her calves and then her thighs, moving them around to the front and tracing the line just above the front of her hips. She shivered again, her flesh standing up all over in goose bumps. I continued to lightly trace lines all over her body, repeatedly lifting my hands away to restart in a new and unexpected spot. Occasionally and very briefly, I would brush across one of her nipples, causing her to lean into the touch trying to get more from it. After several minutes of this teasing, I reached down and slid just the tip of my middle finger between her soft edges, parting her hot wet flesh at the bottom, down near her soft place. She let out a deep moan, and tried to slide her hips against my hand. I stopped her with my other hand on her lower abdomen. I then pulled the finger up along her slit, parting the lips from bottom to top in an excruciatingly slow move.

Her head rolled back and she arched her back, throwing her arms back to brace herself as her whole body shook lightly. I had never seen her respond to such a small touch to her softness before. But then, admittedly, in 12 years I had never been this patient. My length was throbbing, but I was determined to move as slowly as possible.

I held my finger just below her personal place, and leaned forward to lightly brush each of her nipples with my tongue.

She continued to groan and twist lightly about, though no longer trying to move into my actions. She was getting into the spirit of my slow moving game, enjoying the mystery of the blindfold and not knowing where my next touch would come from. I lifted her up onto the table, laying her back with her feet dangling off the end.

Her hair spilled around her head and shoulders, the blindfold still firmly in place. I pulled both of my hands away, steadying myself on the table as I leaned over and gave her a long deep passionate kiss. She met my lips hungrily, her tongue parting them to find mine. I felt her arms begin to raise up to embrace me, and I lifted myself away, pushing them back down to the table. She let out a whimper, but lay back obediently. I then gave her a series of kisses and light nibbles all over her entire body, moving randomly from breast to thigh, neck to belly button. I never lingered long in any one spot, and followed each kiss with a light breath to chill the small spot of wetness I left behind.

Finally, when it seemed that she or height18 src"http:graphics.pop6imagescommonchatsmiliessleep.gif" width25> could take no more of it, I pulled her hips back down to the edge of the table. I reached down and pushed the purple throbbing head of my length into her. She moaned loudly, and her hips bucked up to meet me.

Again I steadied her forcing the palm of my hand firmly down on her hip bones, pressing her soft place down hard on the oak table. I stood unmoving, my length just barely inside her.

She was so hot and wet that I could hardly stand the wait, but I could see that the delay was having an even stronger effect on her. Her breath was coming in short bursts, her breasts rising and falling with each hoarse gasp. Please, she moaned, and I slid myself into her slowly, giving her just less than half of my full length. I moved in and out of her slowly, never giving her any more than half of my length. Her hips twisted and squirmed under the pressure of my hands on them, and her hands eventually came up to grab and twist at her own nipples. I couldnt stop her, concentrating fully on keeping my motion slow and steady, and my own desire under control. Occasionally I would stop, letting her softness grip down on the head of my length as she tried to will me to move back into her.

Eventually I pushed the head of my length onto the upper wall of her, finding her G spot, and moved slowly back and forth over it. After such a long evening of teasing, it didnt take long for this motion to send her over the edge. Her body began to shake and her arms flew up to grab me behind the neck, pulling herself up to me. I in return shoved my length fully into her for the first time that night, as my own fluid exploded into her. Oh play yes she cried, Oh my God yes, yes, yes. If anyone was walking by the house, they were sure to know what we were up to.

She came again and again, roughly shoving her hips against me to feel every inch of me inside of her. Her legs were wrapped around me, ensuring herself that I would not pull away again.

Long after I had expended my last drop, the waves of ecstasy that were flowing through her subsided, and her body began to relax.

She hung on me, her arms and legs still holding my body tightly against hers, the blindfold still immersing her in the dark. Next time you tell me to trust you she said, Ill eagerly agree.

I laid her back on the table and slid the blindfold off of her so she could see where she was as I whispered back, Next time your folks come over for dinner, Im going to have a hard time keeping a straight face.