I've realized my husband, Dave is turned on by some bondage-type situations, but I've always shied away from the idea. However, when Dave's last birthday came around I thought again about the possibility of giving him a real dream-come-true night. I thought about the things he might ask me to do, and considered whether I could manage to stand it for one night. Finally I convinced myself that since he really loved me he would never injure me or put me in danger, and I could brace myself for just about anything he would do if it was just one night. I was kind of embarrassed about the idea of telling him about it since all our communication on the subject of bondage had been a long time ago and it had been nothing but subtle hints. So I wrote him a letter one day when I was at work, telling him that for his birthday I would do absolutely anything he wanted me to, sexually or otherwise. My secretary seemed to find it strange that I would prepare a letter without her help, then ask her to mail it to my own husband, and I believe I blushed when I gave her the letter. Mary will give me sly looks sometimes and make me feel that she knows more than she lets on. I simply did my best to forget it.

Well, Dave never mentioned a thing about it--in fact I found him surprisingly cool for someone who has just been told he is going to have his fantasy night, but eventually the day before his birthday he did respond--in similar fashion to the way I talked to him: Mary gave me a letter one day at work which he apparently dropped off for me. Even though the envelope had nothing but my name typed on the front, I knew right away it had to be from him. Mary gave me another knowing look, damn her. In my own office, I ripped it open and read the letter inside. It wasn't personal at all, it was typed instructions telling me to drive to a certain location after work that evening. The place was way out in the country in a direction that I had never been. I was immediately nervous and apprehensive over the whole thing, but I was also relieved that Dave was into the game--somehow I must have had a fear that he would be turned off by my offer.

Well, that evening after work I followed the directions. It turned out to be forty five minutes of driving, and on to smaller and smaller roads until I was just following a track in the middle of the woods. Finally I reached my destination--a cabin in the middle of nowhere. It was after dark and there was no one there. Nothing.

The directions simply said that I would find further instructions when I got there. I got out, knocked on the door, tried it (it was locked), looked around for messages, and thought about yelling, but frankly out in the woods alone there, I was too frightened to yell. Finally when I got back in the car, I noticed a bag in the back seat that I didn't recognize, and sure enough, inside was a note along with some items that let me know immediately that something was up: a dildo, handcuffs, some cords, and other things I didn't look at too closely yet. I read the note and surprisingly enough, it said I should try the windows of the cabin and if they were locked I should break one and open it! I tried them and fortunately one was unlocked so I opened it and climbed in. I followed the letter's instructions in turning on all the lights--the cabin evidently had electricity. There was an old iron-framed double bed at one end of the room. The instructions then said to take my clothes off, lubricate the dildo and my ass, and push it into my ass! I had never done anything sexually with my ass, and it had certainly occurred to me that I might have to this night. I had some momentary regrets, but I had half expected something along those lines and that certainly wasn't the worst thing I had invited upon myself. So I took off my clothes (thankful that it was a warm summer night), took liberal amounts of K.Y. jelly, lay on the bed on my side, and started easing the dildo into my rear hole. I had to make myself relax and take my time, but eventually I got it in, and after sliding it a little, I felt a lot better about the idea of taking Dave's cock, and even began to look forward to it a little--as an adventure, that is.