Home Coming

She sat half watching the wildlife program, waiting for him to arrive home after yet another day in that other city. The one neither of them would ever live in but the place he spent a large part of his life in. He would be a little earlier than usual but past eating nevertheless. 

Her phone pinged. “I’ll be home in 40 minutes” the message read. She smiled to herself and thought back over the last couple of days. For the first time in over a year he had been away for two days instead of his usual day trip. She knew that he missed her as much as she missed him but this time was a little different.

When he was away he usually found time to call her and have a quick chat about their respective days at least. This time he’d been too busy to do much more than simply acknowledge a “Good night” message from her. He had been at a work function and would be back late, probably taking the time to relax and spend some “Quality time” with his staff getting happily drunk. At least he would be home sober the following day.

With no one home she had the opportunity to think a little and for once plan a surprise for him. She riffled through the drawers in their bedroom and found the index cards he liked to use to tease her. This time she was looking forward to turning the tables. She took four cards and wrote on each before putting three of them aside on her bedside table. The fourth found its way to the windowsill in the bathroom.

She had time so she headed for their bathroom, quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good on her skin as did the soap she used to wash herself. She avoided getting her hair wet knowing that she wouldn’t have time to dry it before he got home. She stepped out and dried herself making sure she was completely dry. She ran her hand down between her legs checking again that the trim she had given herself the day before was even.

She picked her watch up off the vanity and checked the time. 8:20, he would be home in 15 minutes. She dressed and walked into the larger bathroom to pour a bath, this time for him rather than her. She set out and lit some candles and turned the lights off before testing the temperature of the water. 

She returned to the bedroom and took the lingerie she wanted out of the cupboard and lay it out on the bed. Grabbing his robe she returned to the bath to check the level and hand it for him. Fresh towels located, she turned the water off and checked her watch again. 8:36, he would be home at any moment.

She sat on the armchair, curtains closed and waited for the sound of his car in the driveway. Within a minute she heard the familiar sound of the garage door opening and that of his car as he drove in. She waited at the top of the stairs and listened as the car door opened and he walked to the door.

“Hi Darling” she said as he stepped through the door. “Hi” he replied, a little startled as he expected to find her in front of the television at the other end of the house. “How’s your day been?” she asked as he climbed the stairs and embraced her. “Long” he replied, the weariness apparent in his voice. “I thought that might be the case so tonight I’m going to look after you” as she took his case. She put the case aside and took his hand, leading him to the bathroom. 

“I’ve poured the bath for you. Hop in and I’ll be back in a minute.” she said. He smiled and undressed, gingerly stepping into the hot water and lowering himself in. The water was hot but not too hot. “How’s that” she asked as she handed him a glass of whiskey. “Good but even better now” he replied. “I thought you might say that”. 

“Are you getting in too” he asked. “I’ve already had a shower so I’ll stay out here this time” she replied as she picked up a bar of soap. “Let me look after you tonight” she whispered as she reached in to wash his back and neck. Her warm, soapy hands felt good on his skin. “Lie back and enjoy it” she said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ve left something for you to think about on the window sill.”

She dried her hands and returned to the bedroom, making sure that the rest of what she needed was ready. He lay back in the warm water and sipped on the whiskey. Slightly bitter but that familiar taste, the tingle on his lips as the liquid passed over them and the warmth at the back of his throat as he swallowed. He placed his glass down on the step that led up to the bath and ran his hand along the window sill.

His fingers found the card and he held it out in the candle light to read it. 

“Would you rather?”.

He smiled and followed the “PTO” at the bottom of the card.

“G-String

Or

Body stocking”

She stood at the door in her robe. “Well which is it?” she asked. “I’d like both of course” he replied smiling at her. “I know that but this is a game of choices” she said. “In that case body stocking”. “In which case I won’t need this then” she replied as she opened her robe and took off the black G-String she had put on a minute earlier. “You can bring that with you shortly” she said tossing it at him to catch.

“Let me dry you off and then you can come with me” she whispered in his ear as she knelt on the floor beside the bath. She stood and took a towel off the rail and held it out for him. He stepped out of the bath and stood as she dried him. “I’m glad you’re pleased to be home” she said as she knelt and carefully dried his testicles and now hard, penis. “Oh you can tell can you?” re said. “Yes I can” she replied as she ran her tongue up the base of his shaft. 

She stood and held her hand up to signal him to stop. “I’ll call you when I’m ready”. He watched as she left the room and reached for the last of his whiskey. The wait was a little longer than he had hoped but a few minutes later she called out. “Come in here now”. He blew out the candles and did as he was asked. 

He walked into the bedroom to find a card on his pillow and her in the bathroom. He picked up the card and read it.

Would you rather?

PTO

He turned the card over and read.

Smooth or Trimmed?

He smiled to himself liking this game. “Which is it?’ she asked as she poked her head out of the bathroom. “Smooth of course, but that’s easier said than done!” “Well perhaps it’s time you followed through on that promise and shaved my pussy for me then” she replied. “Think you can do that without getting soap all over this” she whispered as she walked out of the bedroom dressed in the body stocking. “I thought you’d thrown that out, I’m glad you didn’t! And yes, I think I can manage that” he replied.

“Good. Just be careful and gentle please”. “Of course”. She handed him another card and smiled. “You’ll need to read this first”. The card used the same format 

Would you rather?

PTO

He turned the card over and read.

Before or after picture?

He smiled. “I’m not sure what’s got into you tonight but I’m not complaining”. She smiled back and simply said “I want to please you and I’ve been thinking about this all day. So, which will it be?”. “You know I want to say both don’t you?”. “Yes, I do” she whispered back. He thought for a moment and replied, “Before of course!”. “Why of course? She asked. “Simple really, If I want to revisit next time I’m away and don’t get a before picture I may not ever get one. At least if I get a before there is a chance of an after too.” “Don’t count on it” she said. “Ok then how would you like me?” 

He hesitated for a moment and then shared the mental picture of her he loved. “Pillows propped up, lay back and spread those beautiful legs for me.” “Like this?” she asked as she reclined back onto the pillows. “Yes, exactly like that” he replied. He felt his cock twinge at the sight of her. “An don’t you EVER show anyone this” she said firmly.

He took a quick picture with his phone before she had the chance to change her mind and placed his phone on his bedside table. “Shall we begin?” he asked. “We don’t have all night so yes, I think that would make sense.” He headed for the bathroom and discovered that she had laid out everything needed on the bench. A bowl of warm water, a bar of soap, towel and a fresh razor. 

“So I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Come over here and sit in the chair for me.” She did as she was told and sat back in the chair on the towel he had laid out for her. The towel was still warm from the towel rail and felt good on her bare skin. He reached for the switch and turned on the downlights above her. “Sorry about the glare but I need to take care here” he said. She nodded in agreement.

He took the soap and rubbed it between his hands to lather it up and ran his hand over her hair. Gradually adding more soap until her hair was wet and well coated. He reached for the razor and gently ran the first stroke down over her skin. The new razor worked well and removed most of the hair in a single swipe. He smiled at her and whispered “Would you rather?”. “Would I rather what?” she replied. “I shaved you bare or left a little tuft? I’ve got this mental picture of that in my head.” She laughed, “Let’s keep it simple this time.”

He rinsed the hair form the razor and carried on, being careful to take his time and not nick her skin, rinsing the razor between strokes. He lifted her legs in turn to put them on the arms of the chair and spread her wider still so that he could access her labia. Either side shaved he moved closer and shaved the few hairs that had grown in the crease between her inner and outer lips. 

He rinsed the razor again and then wiped her clean. “All done?” she asked. “Not quite” he replied as he lathered the soap between his hands and soaped her up again. “Be careful” she whispered as he gently shaved back over her skin to ensure he hadn’t missed anything. “Well done” she said smiling at him, “You’ve done a good job.” “My pleasure” replied. “But I haven’t quite finished yet.” She looked at him quizzically and pulled a face as she realised what he meant. “Would you rather?” he whispered. “I’d rather you didn’t!” she replied. “If the jobs worth doing its worth doing properly darling. Would you rather on your hands and knees or over my knee?” “Neither!” He laughed and replied “I’ll decide for you. On all fours, over my knee might lead to something else.”

Reluctantly she did as asked and positioned herself on the rug in front of him. “I’ll be quick I promise.” He lathered her up and carefully shaved the few hairs around her anus before patting her dry with the towel. He paused for a moment enjoying the view he seldom saw, her butt in the air and her legs spread wide, at her most exposed. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin before standing up and helping her to her feet. “All done” he whispered. “Thank you” she replied. “Now it’s my turn to tell you what I want. You do get one choice but I need two things. She handed him the last card and waited for his response

Would you rather?

PTO

He turned the card over and read.

Lick my pussy and then fuck me or the other way round?

“I like this card” he responded, “my two favourite things!” “And mine” she replied.