Our hallway greeted me with darkness, only slightly dispersed by a thin strip of light, which broke through because of the tightly closed door to the bedroom. The spouse, apparently, was getting ready for bed, which is not surprising - I was greatly delayed at the next urgent meeting. And I belatedly remembered that today is my birthday. It is a pity that spoiled his evening. I threw the briefcase, quickly took off his shoes and threw off his coat. Then he almost silently opened the door to the bedroom, trying not to wake his wife if she had already fallen asleep.

However, I was wrong, - Irishka did not sleep and, while I was lost at work, she prepared a surprise for me. Our bedroom, or rather, a wide bed that occupied almost the entire free space, was lit by a dozen candles on the bedside table, there was a huge bouquet of white flowers in the vase, in the color of furniture and walls, chrysanthemums. There, on the nightstand, there was a bottle of Madame Clicquot and two tall glasses. And the light, intoxicating aroma of oriental herbs mixed with the smell of candles. Irishka herself was a pictorial picture, lying on top of a white blanket with a book in her hand, staring at me languidly and, at the same time, slyly. She knew how to please me when she put on this exquisite lingerie, which I had not yet seen, but could appreciate it as soon as my precious rose to meet me in all my seventy meter. The long, almost to the floor, black skirt, left open only the feet of long and thin legs, but was so transparent that it made it possible to clearly see the tiny black panties, decently covering the shaved pubis. The topic, equally transparent and thin, with very short sleeves, designed not to hide, but to tease, only emphasized the roundness of its disproportionately large breasts and clearly traced the nipples. At 29, she also looked beautiful, and remained as slim as seven years ago when we first met. And until now, for me there was no woman better and more desirable.

“You lingered, dear,” Irishka came up to me, and her long dark hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders and chest.

“Sorry, dear, I am ashamed,” I hurriedly took off my jacket, “I even forgot about my birthday.” Can you imagine?

- But I have not forgotten! - she helped me get rid of a tie, - and we still celebrate our holiday.

- Thank you, Irish! - she stood so close and smelled so miraculously some kind of expensive perfume that words of gratitude stuck in my throat. But, forgotten at the time of work, a friend in trousers, looked up inquiringly. It did not go unnoticed.

- Do not thank, and so everything is clear, - she looked exactly there, - this kind of your gratitude, much more eloquent than words!

- I: uh? - I tried to mumble something, but Irka covered my mouth with kisses and I, having ceased to look for excuses, surrendered to the power of feelings.

We intertwined with tongues, lightly bit each other's lips, I fingered her hair and rested her stomach with my perk. And Irishka did not lose time in vain, therefore, when we broke the kiss, I was left with only an unbuttoned shirt and socks.

- Lie down, I will make you a gift - she pulled me to the bed for sticking the stake member like a dog by a leash. I obediently followed her, hoping for a continuation. True, he managed to take off his socks on the way so as not to be like the Americans.

Obeying her push, I fell on the bedspread. Irka sat down on my stomach, pulling her skirt up, which somewhat upset my plans for immediate copulation. I grabbed her by the hips, with the intention of correcting the mistake.

“Do not rush, dear,” she pulled away my arms, “and relax.” My gifts are still over.

She took a glass from the nightstand and, filling it to the brim and spilling a part on my chest, made me drink champagne. I did it with pleasure - the wine was moderately cold and not very sweet, Irinka took my tastes into account.And her ass was so warm that I tried to grab her again, this time by the chest.

“Wait, I want a drink too,” she poured herself. And drank in one gulp. - You kept yourself waiting a long time, so you should be a little punished. Only your 37 years give you the right to claim less punishment than you deserve.

“Oh no, don't torture me, my lady,” I decided to play along with her, although we never indulged in role-playing games, “do you want to drip wax on me, or what?”

You will know everything in your time. In the meantime, ”she bent to retrieve the gift-wrapped box from under the bed.“ I wonder what's inside? ” I'll show you now.

She deftly got rid of ribbons and paper. She opened the box and took out something with leather straps.

“Don't break your head, these are bracelets for your hands,” she put one of them on my wrist, “you see how easy it is?” Now we fix the strap on the headboard ... Now you can not move this hand.

- Honey, you did not tell me that you love these games!

- What kind of games are there? Don't you like it? “Irka was already fastening the second bracelet,” if you don’t like it, then we will not continue and no more surprises.

- No no! You what It is intriguing!

- Then shut up a little. Do you want more champagne? - she secured the second hand.

- No I do not want to.

“I'll drink,” she quickly poured herself and drank too quickly. - Move your hands.

- It does not come out - I honestly tried to move them.

- It's good! - she slowly ran her palms over my chest, - like?

- Of course! Is it possible now to move to action?

- A little bit, honey, and move on. - Two more bracelets appeared from the box, exact copies of the previous ones. - And it is on its feet.

- Is it necessary? - I already suffered, my scrotum will burst.

- True? - Irinka turned around and crawled to her feet, for a split second put her palm between my legs - and really, as it sticks out! And swollen the whole! Be patient.

She deftly as if rehearsed more than once, spread her legs apart and hooked them to the legs of the bed. As a result, I was crucified, as in low-budget German films for a specific target audience.

- Well, how? - Irka stood at my feet, - can you break free?

- I can not. Are you happy now?

- Not really. Look, - she got something else from the same box, - so that you do not chat without ceasing!

- Then I not only can not chat, but I can not kiss!

- Right. But I can! Now open your mouth, - well done! - she buttoned the gag on me, depriving me of the opportunity to comment on what is happening.

- Now - everything! She said contentedly, "need to drink."

She drank, returned the glass to the bedside table and thoughtfully looked into my eyes. I was silent. Not because I had nothing to say. All this was interesting. I already guessed that the evening would not be short, that Irka decided to torture me a little. But how helpless I felt at that moment. - It is not always pleasant to understand that you are completely at someone's disposal, even if it is your wife. Well, she still did not tie my eyes. Although...

- Honey, do you want me to tie your eyes? - as if reading my thoughts, she asked. - Or do you prefer to see everything? - I nodded.

“And also, you probably would like me to take up your boyfriend,” I nodded again, nodding too hard. Irka crawled on the bed and settled between my legs.

- So? - she ran her fingers over the penis - or so? - her fingers clenched around my suffering organ ....