With the ability to work from home, I am able to make things less stressful for my wife. The time is near for Margo to arrive home as I check to make sure everything is set. The candles are lit around the edge of the sunken tub, and rose scented bath salt is dissolving in the water. I add the final touch, rose petals and watch them briefly, floating in the partially filled tub.

Entering the bedroom from the master bath, I stop and retrieve several vanilla scented candles and scatter them around the room. After the candles are lit, I wait to make sure the vanilla scent isn’t overwhelming. The candle light gives a soft glow to the room as I retrieve Margo’s favorite red and black leather padded cuffs with locks. I secure one to each of the four bed posts using restraint straps. There are two stainless steel double ended metal key ring clips attached to each end of the four straps. Satisfied with everything, I go downstairs to the living room.

Walking over to the sound system, I turn on some soft, sensual music to play throughout the house. Satisfied with the choice of music, I walk to the kitchen and check on dinner. Tonight, I chose a light dinner consisting of a small salad and mildly spicy shrimp pasta (keeping warm on the stove) which will be served with a glass of White Riesling.

I hear the garage door opening and quickly go back upstairs to our bedroom and light the candle I will be using later. The vanilla scent is heavenly as Margo would say. Placing the candle, brush and small bowl of massage oil on the night stand next to the bed, I head downstairs.

Just as the door opens, I’m standing there as Margo steps inside.

”Mmm, that sounds so relaxing, Eddie.” 

“I thought you would like it, babe.”

I kiss Margo on the cheek and help remove her coat. I tell her, ”Go to the kitchen, while I hang this up.”

Watching my wife walk away, carnal thoughts of what’s to come, fill my mind. Entering the kitchen, I see Margo is sipping her wine as I walk over to the stove and take out the food. Setting the bowl of shrimp pasta on the table.

”Mmm, that smells delicious, honey.”

”I’m happy you approve, my love.” I reply as I walk over to the fridge and get our salads.

Returning to the table, I place the salads by our plates and take a seat. Taking Margo’s plate, I serve up the shrimp pasta. Once we have our plates filled, we catch up on what our day was like as we eat. When my wife told me how stressful hers was, I smiled and took her hand in mine.

”Let’s go upstairs and take care of that stress, sweetheart.”

Getting up from the table, we make our way through the living room and upstairs to our master bathroom. Margo is about to speak and I place a finger on her lips. I take one step toward the tub and turn on the tap to finish filling it with warm water.

”That looks so inviting, my love.”

Stepping back to my sweetheart, I place my finger on her lips and she closes her eyes. We stand there for a moment, the music and aroma of vanilla stimulate the sensory nerves. Standing behind Margo, I lightly kiss my way up the side of her slender neck to her earlobe. My hands find her zipper and slowly pull it toward her waist as my lips parted, taking the lobe in my mouth.

”Oooh, that’s nice.” Margo softly moans.

Following the contours of her sides, my hands slowly move upward to her shoulders. My tongue swirls around the lobe as my fingers entwine themselves around the straps of her dress. Letting the lobe slip from my mouth, I kiss and nibble my way to her shoulder. My fingers slip the straps from her shoulders, slowly down her arms, followed by my lips kissing the soft skin.

Stopping momentarily, I quickly step over to the tub and turn off the tap. My lips return to Margo’s neck, kissing across the nape as my fingers return to the dress straps resting on her arms. My lips leave a trail of soft kisses as Margo tilts her head to the side.

“Aaahhh, that feels good,” she softly moans as my fingers slip the straps of her dress over her delicate hands, wrapping themselves around her slim waist.

I suck her earlobe between my lips, swirling my tongue all around as I pull Margo into me. She pushes against the bulge in my trousers so that I’m nestled between her butt cheeks.

My fingers lightly trace upward, over her warm skin. Reaching the front clasp of Margo’s black lace bra, she turns her head and my mouth reluctantly releases the lobe. We gently kiss with only our lips at first and as she turns to face me, the kiss becomes more passionate.

Margo moans into my mouth as our tongues entwine in an erotic dance. I remove her bra and pull her into me, her breasts crush against my chest. Our kissing becomes more passionate as Margo’s fingers undo the buttons of my shirt. Pulling back just enough, she yanks the shirt out of my trousers, nearly ripping it from my body and tossing it to the side. 

I reach out, slip my fingers inside the waistband of her dress and look up to see Margo watching me as I lower myself until I’m kneeling.  I smile as my fingers slip the dress from her hips and down her long, shapely legs. With the dress pooled around her feet, I place my hand behind her left foot. Raising the foot, I gently remove her four inch black stiletto and move to her left foot. After removing the shoe, I softly run my hands up her legs to the waistband of her black thong.

I press my mouth against her covered mound, inhaling the sweet aroma of her sex. Margo grabs the back of my head and rubs herself against me as I grasp the waistband. Pulling the thong down, I slide my tongue between her pink lips and savor the taste of her nectar. I rise to my feet, take her hand and walk over to the tub. 

“Mmm, this feels so good,” Margo sighs as she sits down in the tub. 

I kneel behind Margo from outside the tub and take the loofah sponge in my hand. Reaching around her, I dip the sponge in the warm, scented water and squeeze the sponge over the nape of her neck. She lets out a sigh of contentment as I dip the sponge back in the water and squeeze it over her shoulder.  Leaning over, I kiss my love passionately as I use the sponge to cover her full bosom with water and a scattering of rose petals.

Cupping a breast in one hand, Margo slips her other hand under the water as our kissing becomes ever more passionate. Holding the sponge in one hand, I continue dipping and squeezing the water over her breasts. The fingers of my free hand caress the supple skin. Our fingers rub, then pinch the erect nipples poking out from pink areola as she rubs her vagina. With her sensory nerves in overdrive, Margo plunges her fingers knuckle deep into the warm depths of her flower.

Our kiss now broken, Margo begins shaking uncontrollably and her breathing is becoming irregular. I place the loofah sponge off to one side and rest my hands on her shoulders as the onset of her orgasm builds. Her back arches as she screams out, “O-o-oh God, I’m cuummiinngg!”

When my love has come down from her orgasmic eruption, I rise to my feet and retrieve a bath towel. Taking her hand, she rises to her feet and steps from the tub. I gingerly dry her off in preparation for what is coming and once I finish, scoop her up in my arms. Carrying Margo into the bedroom, her eyes light up, “This is for me, my dear husband?”

”Yes, it is, sweetheart,” I say, laying her on her back.

Opening the drawer of the nightstand, I remove a blindfold and leave the drawer open. Covering her hazel colored eyes with the blindfold, I take her right hand and secure the padded cuff around it. Making sure the lock won’t slip open, I move to her left hand. With Margo’s left hand secured, I move and secure her left foot in the padded cuff. After securing her right foot, I check the leather restraints from the cuffs to the four bedposts. Satisfied the my wife can’t move, no matter how much she may struggle, I walk over to the nightstand.

Standing quietly as I blow out the vanilla scented candle, I let the aroma along with the erotic music stimulate my love’s sensory neurons. Pouring the soy-based wax into the small bowl of massage oil. Margo is tugging at the restraints, testing them and realizes that she has no wiggle room. Spread-eagled on the bed, I watch her futile struggles against the restraints.

Taking the bowl and brush, I walk to the foot of the bed and dip the tip of the brush in the bowl.

”What are you doing, Eddie?”

”Shh, love, no talking, just enjoy what is about to happen.”

Taking the brush, I hold it close to the toes of her right foot. Letting the warm oil drip onto her toes, Margo lets out a soft cooing sound. Moving the brush lightly around and between the toes, she moans her approval.  I vary the pressure of the brush as I spread the wax on the bottom of her foot. Several minutes go by and I notice her vagina is moist. 

Stepping over to her left foot, I start with the sole and then the toes. Dipping the brush in the bowl, I touch the brush just above the cuff on Margo’s left foot. Lightly moving the brush along the inner calf up to the side of her knee. The bristles teasingly move in circles barely touching the underside.

”Mmm, mmm,” Margo moans as she pulls at the restraints. 

Returning the brush to the bowl, I dip the bristles in the wax and continue up to her inner thigh. When the brush reaches the Vee, Margo lets out a soft gasp. The brush moves along her alabaster skin, along the short hairs of her landing strip. Following the edge of her landing strip, I stop just above the Vee and dip the brush once again in the bowl of wax.

Margo moans loudly as her body responds to the bristles of the brush, pulling against the restraints. I slide the brush down the Vee and to the inner thigh of her right leg.

”Oh God Eddie, I need to come, baby.”

”All in due time, my love.” I say, as the brush moves along to her knee. 

Reaching the knee, I stop and dip the brush in the wax and move the bristles in circles just under her knee. The swollen, pink lips of Margo’s vagina are moist with her honey. Descending down her inner leg, to the top of the padded cuff around her ankle. 

Before dipping the brush, I laid it across the bowl and placed it on the bed beside her. Reaching in the open drawer of the night stand and take out the Silicone Remote Control Bullet Vibrator. Taking the remote control, I place it on the bed next to the bowl. Leaning forward, I place the vibrator’s tip between Margo’s blood engorged lips. She jerks slightly and sucks in a breath, her bosom rises slightly. Eraser size nipples harden, jutting out from pink areolas  as I parted those pink petals of her flower with the vibrator until only the cord is visible.

Taking a sharp breath, Margo moans out, “Turn it on baby!’

Ignoring her plea, I take the bowl in my hand and drizzle wax over her tits. Using my other hand, I turn the remote on the first of twelve settings. Margo pulls at her bindings as the sensations ignite every neuron in her body. I watch her react as I brush the wax all around her beautiful tits. Lingering there, I turn up the remote to the third function. She reacts, tossing her head from side to side begging me to make her come.

Putting the brush and bowl in one hand, I pinch and twist Margo’s nipples. She screams out, arching her back.

”I’m gonna come!” She screams out.

I release her hard nip and turn off the remote. 

‘Please let me come.”

”What did you say, baby?” I ask, as she struggles against the restraints.

”Please let me come, Sir.”

“That’s better, my love.” I say, turning on the remote to level eight.

The sensations from the vibrator, surge through her body. Her breathing becomes labored as she gasps for breath and the moans grew louder. Watching, has heightened my state of arousal. 

“Sir, please give me more, I’m about to come,” Morgan struggles to say between sharp gasps of breath.

I crank the remote all the way to level twelve, stand there and watch as her orgasm begins to wash over her body. The screams reach a crescendo, drowning out the music. Margo loses control as her body convulses in a powerful orgasm, thrashing against the restraints.

”GAAWWDD, I’M CUMMIINNGG!” 

Margo’s back snaps upward, as she reaches the pinnacle of orgasmic bliss. Moments later, she lies still, drained of all her strength. I unlock the cuff on her right hand and remove it. I move down to her right foot, unlock the cuff and walk around to the other side of the bed. Unlocking the cuff on her left foot, I move up and free her left hand. 

I remove the blindfold fold and join her on the bed. Snuggling up against me, Margo looks at me and whispers, “Thank you Sir, I feel so much better now.”

”It was my pleasure, love.”

We lay there, holding each other as we share a kiss that becomes passionate. Several minutes pass and Margo says, “Now to take care of your needs, Sir.”

”That can wait, sweetie, first let’s go wash off the wax.”

Climbing out out of the bed, I take her hand and we walk over to the master bath. Margo finishes undressing me before we step in the walk-in shower to continue our evening of love making.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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