A Blindfolded Bliss

"How was your day?" Then a kiss upon her cheek as he walked to the refrigerator to grab a cold beer after a hard day's work.

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"Oh, the usual. And yours?"

 

Sarah and Jim's relationship had been deteriorating for the past several months, not that they've realized it though. Once a vibrant, sexy couple who'd been the envy of family and friends alike, they had now become boring and dull.

 

"Dinner was great as usual," another quick peck on the cheek as Jim stood from the table and carried his dishes into the kitchen and placed them in the sink, only to return to his favorite leather chair right in front of the boob tube. His feet elevated, remote in hand, he'd settled in for the evening.

 

Sarah finished the dishes and announced she was heading upstairs for a hot bath and then some reading before bed. "I'll try not to wake you when I come to bed, hon," his words rang in her ear as she headed up the hall stairs.

Their life had become comfortable, perhaps too comfortable. Jim was about to realize it soon, very soon.

 

The following day… Saturday. The weekend started like every other weekend for the past 15 years or so. Breakfast, dishes, and taking the garbage out, then planning for the rest of his day, which started by checking his wife's to-do list. Actually, it was a list for him to do.

"It looks as though there won't be any rest for me this weekend." A heavy sigh escaped Jim as he read over the list. "Hon, I'm headed to the hardware store to get some things I need for the cupboards. I'll be back soon." He hadn't waited for a response, making his way through the kitchen to the garage and into his car. But he did hear his wife mumble something about him grabbing lunch while he was out because she wouldn't be home to fix him anything later. Something about taking her mother to get her hair done, which always meant she, his wife, would return with a severe headache and retire early, at least for a nap, if not the remainder of the night.

 

The hardware store was located in a strip mall. It was more convenient for him to go there than to the big one-stop store and then have to drive for miles to get to his favorite eatery for a quick lunch. A small diner located adjacent to the hardware store offered the same quality food as his favorite, and it would save him time, which he hadn't had enough of.

 

With his shopping done and his bags loaded in the car, he headed to the diner. Starving after so much work already, and his day hadn't even really started yet. He took a corner seat. A people person, he'd enjoyed the view and meeting new people as far back as he could remember.

 

Today though, today would change his life.

Settling back with his meal, he couldn't help overhearing the couple beside him. He snickered to himself at their language and nearly fell out of his booth when he turned and saw how old they were.

 

"Can we help you, sonny?" The elderly woman's voice creaked when she spoke.

"Oh, no. I'm sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation." With that, Jim turned and slouched in his seat, keeping his stare straight out the window.

 

"He sounds as though he could use a friend to talk to, George. I'm going to use the little girls' room, and I'll be right back." The elderly woman smiled adoringly at her husband, gave a peck on his lips, and then slowly her shuffling feet carried her down the aisle.

 

"Hello there, I'm George. And you are?" The elderly man offered his hand to Jim as he slid into the booth. "Excuse me for saying, but it seems you have lost something." With his hand on Jim's shoulder, he offered his sympathy as if knowing Jim had really lost something. "I see you're married. Let me guess. You were sitting there wondering how we did it, the wife and I. Am I close?"

 

Embarrassed to admit his thoughts, Jim slouched further in his seat. "How do you do it? You seem so in love. I could feel it from here." Jim thought back to the couple holding hands and couldn't recall the last time he'd even touched his wife's hand, much less held it in public.

 

The elderly man took Jim under his wing and revealed his secrets, and when his wife had returned from the restroom, he offered his gratitude for having been shown yet one more reason to continue using his secret.

 

Jim watched as the couple shuffled to their car. He paid the bill and then headed to his own car, but only after hitting one more store.

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Saturday evening

 

The things that the elderly gentleman had said to Jim drifted through his head all day. He'd finally realized how he had let things slip; getting too comfortable in his day-to-day routine with his wife had taken its toll on their relationship. He'd realized it wasn't just him but knew he could make the first move to change things.

 

He'd thought back on the things they used to do as a couple and how much fun they'd had and wanted that feeling back again. He unpacked the things he'd picked up at the little store he visited after speaking with George at the diner and set his plan into action.

Knowing he'd have at least another hour or so before his wife's return from visiting with her mother and how she'd more than likely feel upon her return, his first duty was the bathroom. When that was ready, he moved to the other rooms, creating the desired atmosphere.

 

A thud in the garage alerted Jim of his wife's return. He was ready and excitedly waiting for her to enter the kitchen from the attached garage.

 

"Not a word, do you understand?" His voice was soft and romantic yet demanding as he slipped a blindfold over Sarah's eyes when she entered with that 'I'm not in the mood' look plastered across her face.

 

Jim released the bags from her finger's grip and placed them by the door, then led her through the kitchen and up the stairs. Silently, he led her into the bathroom, where the scent of soft lavender wafted freely. He removed her purse from her shoulder before removing her clothing.

 

Thinking back to the diner and the feeling he'd received at hearing George's words about how he kept the love alive for so long, Jim found himself becoming aroused for the first time in a long time.

 

It excited him to know his wife trusted him so much as to let him take control over her this much and to feel her relax against his touch.

 

With the blindfold in place, Jim instructed her to lift her leg as he eased her into the hot bubble bath. The foam clung to her as he eased her back to rest her head on the rose-petal-covered pillow he'd placed there earlier.

 

A soft moan escaped her lips when Jim washed away her tension with the sponge and the aromatic fragrance. His movements are slow and sensual. His goal was to relax his wife and to show his love and adoration. This wasn't a sexual act but more a sensual act. In the back of his mind he'd hoped, as most men do, that this might possibly lead to more fun in the bedroom, but he wouldn't be disappointed if it didn't; he was just happy he could do this for her without her expecting it or having to ask for it.

 

Jim could see the tension release more with each pass of the sponge over Sarah's body. His touch wasn't sexual but caring. After her bath, he washed her hair, then assisted her from the tub and wrapped his plush terry robe around her before he led her to the bedroom.

 

A word had yet to be spoken since he ordered his wife's silence. Jim led her to the bed, and after she lay down, he eased the robe from her shoulders and gently nudged her to roll to her stomach. He removed the robe the rest of the way and tossed it to the foot of the mattress.

 

The bed jiggled slightly with his movements of rising to grab the scented oils and again with his return. He warmed the oil in his palm before placing his hands upon her flesh. His initial contact formed goosebumps across her shoulders and down her arms, but those quickly disappeared as Jim began his massage.

 

The massage, a sensual one, covered every part of her body from her head to her toes. Jim took notice of his wife's enjoyment and arousal as he neared her delicate parts. Totally unaware of her need for him to concentrate on specific areas, he continued the massage. When he finished, he covered her with the blanket and nestled in beside her. His nose rested against her nape, and his soft words filtered through her hair into her ear. "I love you."

 

Jim's massage relaxed Sarah to the extent that sleep claimed her as she relaxed into his words and his breath upon her neck. Her sleep hadn't lasted as long as one of her usual naps, and Jim was awakened by a soft, gentle massage of his own.

 

His eyes opened slowly to the sight of Sarah, naked between his thighs. His cock buried deep in her mouth, her hair tickling his abdomen. As much as he loved the feel of his wife's lips enveloping his shaft, his need to hold her had been greater. He pulled her into his chest for a loving embrace.

 

"I don't know what happened to us, but I'm going to try my damndest to make things better. I love you, Sarah." Jim's lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. His hands traversed her heated flesh, and what had once started soft and sensual had turned into a sexual frenzy as they both fed the hunger of the other.

 

Soft kisses turned heated. Gentle caresses turned greedy. Neither could get enough—enough of the love, the desire, the lust, and the craving created by just one simple act of love. Theirs truly was a sensual rejuvenation where the love and the sex would never be the same, especially after Jim had time and energy to show his wife the rest of the items he'd purchased along with the oil and bubble bath.

 

Utterly exhausted and perfectly sated, at least for the moment, Sarah molded against her husband as her breathing normalized and her convulsions calmed. "Damn, baby! I don't know what got into you, but I see I'm going to have to send you to the hardware store more often as long as I get this when you return. Whew! God, I love you."

 

All Jim could think about now was sleep—well, almost. Jim's smile tickled the back of her neck as sleep claimed him and his own body recovered, preparing for more…much more!

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