Her smile was just as intoxicating now as it was when he first met her over 30 years ago, a stirring in his nether regions confirming the effect it had on him. “Happy 50th darling” her velvet soft voice sounded as she clinked her glass of expensive bubbles against his. She savoured the taste and complimented herself for the choice. Placing the glass down she stood, pulled gently on the silk dressing gown she’d worn for their meal and watched it drop to the floor, naked now but for the red soled heels he’d brought her a year ago for her 50th.
He knew not to speak and couldn’t get up to join her, the straps tight around his ankles and wrists preventing him from standing.
Even at 51 she had a body most women would die for, a lifetime of dedication to exercise and healthy eating. Blessed with natural D cup breasts her legs were toned from running in her youth and cycling in her later years, her bum also seeing the results of such physical exertion. Her stomach remained tone even though she’d had two children but it was her vagina that caught his focus most.
She’d told him exactly one month ago he was banned from any naughtiness until his birthday, a period of pain and torture considering their lifetime of regular sex and debauchery. “Is this what you wanted to see” she grinned as her hands brushed through her jet black pubic hair, a retro bush part of his treat.
He nodded his approval, his eyes fixed on her surprise. His mind wondered back to the summer he’d met her, a month before his 18th birthday, her bush then just as impressive as the one she had now, fond memories of how their sex life started and more importantly continued.
But yet he found himself unable to touch his wife and looked at the clock on their dining room wall. He had 10 minutes to wait until her guests arrived. 10 minutes that he knew would seem like hours, a time where inevitably he’d reflect on how his actions and behaviour had led him to this moment.
Their 30th wedding anniversary was 3 months away, a time for more celebration and to remember fondly the memories they’d made but right now all Derek could think about was the two guys coming to fuck Shiela, her way of punishing him after her recent discovery that his body count was over one hundred women since they’d stood at the alter all those years ago and said “I do”.
He snapped out of his daze as she placed a foot up on his thigh. “Look how wet my pussy is, I can’t wait for you to watch it getting fucked by two very naughty young men”, her voice all calm and controlled as he began to fight the urge to shake given the levels of adrenaline filling his veins.
He heard a car enter their drive, lights illuminating the far wall, Sheila stepping into the light so her guests could see she was ready. She sat on the sofa as the front door opened, spread her legs and told him she loved him. “From today onwards, your life’s just changed” her words trailing off as two men entered the room. |
