Chapter 1

Jennifer Smith couldn't wait to get home. The assistent sales-director got a phone call from her husband Tim during the day and she'd been feeling giddy ever since. It was a long working day, but Tim's phonecall really made her feel better. She loved her husband very much, but in the last couple of years they've had their problems. Without either of them knowing it, they were both feeling dissatisfied with their sex-life, until at one point they had an argument which almost prompted a break-up, and they found out they had both been having the same problem. But ever since that moment they had been happy as can be, giving each other exactly what they unknowingly to their spouse had been craving all along. Taking their sexual frustration out on each other, in the most positive ways. They had two kids, a 19 year old son and a 21 year old daughter. Both of them had been out of the house recently, so with no one but each other around, they had to admit their marriage troubles, but thankfully it had worked out great. They were again having sex as if they just got married.

Their marriage seemed renewed and they started telling each other a number of their sexual fantasies, something which they didn't even do in the beginning, when the sex itself was enough. As if they were getting to know each other all over again, they had been experimenting. And whereas they both became workoholics, now they both couldn't wait to get home again.

So when Jennifer got a call from her husband at 2:32 pm, he told her he had a major surprise for her when she got home, something she would never believe was possible. He had let her on that it was something sexual, and this prompted Jennifer to start thinking about all the things she had been telling Tim lately, all the fantasies she'd had. All of them pretty wild and the kind of things that were not really doable. Did Tim manage to get something worked out to fulfill one of these fantasies? The thought of what it could be had Jennifer creaming in her panties. She tried controlling herself as she was wearing a skirt and the odors of hot, wet cunt would not exactly go unnoticed. At least it was already getting late in the afternoon and Jennifer managed to confine herself to her office pretending to be really busy and telling her co-workers she couldn't be disturbed.

God, she had to open a window, as the fragrance of her pussy was filling the office and aside from that, she felt the panties were soaked and she could feel the moistness of the material against her buttcheeks that were squashed flat under her weight as she sat on her chair.

Having managed to hold out until 4:45 pm, she finished up in the office and got out. She wished everybody she came across a good day as she hurried to the exit, worried some of them might pick up the scent of a horny woman.

She got in her car in the parking garage and drove home.

Having finally come home, she closed the front door behind her and called out.

"Tim??? Are you here???"

A voice from above answered.

"I'll be right down, Jenny."

With a move unbecoming a lady, Jennifer reached under her skirt and pulled the wet panties from her crotch and out of the crack of her ass. Whatever it was that Tim wanted to surprise her with, it better be soon as she wanted out of these nasty clothes and she really needed to be pounded hard. She'd been gushing for hours now and it had been more than enough.

Tim came walking down the stairs with a grin on his face. He was so glad things were better between him and his wife. He looked her over as she was standing in the hallway and realised he would have been an idiot of humongous proportions had he let her walk out of their marriage. Her perfect shaped body, despit being 39 years old, dressed in a business-woman's outfit. A Grey jacket with white blouse, a grey skirt, wearing lightbrown stockings underneath and black heels. Her brown hair in a knot with a few long strands hanging loose along her temples in front of her ears. And wearing those librarian type glasses. She was noticeably shifting on her feet.

"Hi baby. How was work?"

"Oh fuck work, Tim. Tell me. What's my surprise?", Jennifer semi-demanded impatiently, again thinking quickly what it could be.

Could it be the food games, could it be he asked two of his black friends to give his wife a good hard fucking, or maybe he planned on filming her as she masturbated and posting it on some internet site. What else could it be, some of those other fantasies were pretty much impossible.

"Patience, patience, my dear", Tim said. "First i want you to do something for me".

"What is it?", Jennifer asked.

"Before i show you your surprise, i want you to put this on".

Tim reached inside his pockets and pulled out a black piece of cloth.

"I want you to be blindfolded so the surprise will be saved until the very last moment."

"Oh come on, Tim. Don't do this to me."

"Sorry babe. No blindfold no surprise. I don't want you finding out what it is when you can still back out. I took a big chance getting this thing done for you and i want you to commit yourself. After all, you told me one night about this particular fantasy and i managed to make it a reality. I can't have you seeing what it is before hand and wimping out on me. So you'll have to put these on and do exactly as i say."

Jennifer begrudgingly agreed, knowing Tim would never do anything to hurt her in any way, so she put the blindfold on.

"What now?", Jennifer asked as she stood blinded in the hallway.

"Now you come upstairs with me and we'll take it from there".

Tim took her by the hand and guided his wife up the stairs and into their bedroom.

"Okay baby, we're here. Remember you have to do exactly as i tell you or it won't work. Do you understand?"

"Yes, i understand", Jennifer said with short breath, not knowing what or who was in the room with them. She had never been so self-aware yet aroused at the same time. She was pretty sure that if their were someone in the room with them, he, she or they would be able to smell her secretions. And that thought alone made her "secrete" even more profusely.

"Honey", Tim said as he stood somewhere a few yards away, "why don't you slowly take of your jacket and blouse."