Alex entered the apartment building after a long and tiresome day in the Studio. Man, he couldn't wait to just get inside, strip down to his boxers and get in bed, cuddling up with his wife. Nothing in the world would feel better to him, other than that. He looked up and saw that the lights in his apartment were off. Finding it odd since his wife was so insistant on leaving at least one light on in the evening, he quickly climbed up the stairs and put his key into the keyhole, only to find that the door to the apartment was already open.
Automatically alert, gently and quietly Alex pushed opened the door, waiting and watching for anything to move. He didn't see anything other than furniture in the faint last minutes of light Dusk. Cautiously he moved, as he gently mumbled a few unintelligible words and passed the living room and dining room areas. He passed the kitchen with only a few steps - it was a tiny kitchen, but it always got the appropriate jobs done, and then some - to the bathroom. Nothing there, everything just as quiet and dark as the rest of the apartment. Alex wondered for a moment as to why something just didn't seem right, but only continued on his way to the bedroom. Once there, he found the door shut, and went to open it, but found that it opened up itself. Immediately, he found candles lit through the room - there must have been at least 75 of them all together. Vanilla incense enticed the air, and slow, gentle Gypsy Celtic music was playing from the black CD boombox that sat on a table across the room from the bed. The bed itself was erotic, covered in Rose petals, underneath with black, satin sheets and a blood-scarlet-red down comforter, all looking ready and raring to go. Only thing was, where was his wife? Just then, Alex heard the door slam shut, and the sound of a door being locked. He turned around, only to find his wife, Ivy, standing there, naked and obviously aroused. Her smooth, ivory skin was basking in the candlelight, her long ruby hair sparkling against the new evening's darkness, and her body speaking of erotic ways that would only be shared between her and her husband. Groaning at the sight, Alex wanted to ravish her in the worst way. As if on automatic pilot, he became hard. "Oh Alex, dear," Ivy hushed, running her tongue over her lips in the process. "You've been neglecting your husbandly duties as of late. I think this is a highly punishable crime. I guess I'll just have to make you pay for what you've been putting off." Her voice was husky, sensually stimulating, and beyond hungry. He could tell her Prana Yama (sexual energies) was off the fucking charts - and she wasn't the only one. Granted there had been a lot of stresses occurring with the new album and tour, but still...she was right. They were both in need of a great release. By her words alone, he wanted to fuck the hell out of her, ravish her until she couldn't handle it anymore. "Oh really, Babydoll?" his voice was becoming equally sensually stimulating, getting raspier by the second. How he wanted her! And how he'd have her... "Oh aye, my love. You see, since you've been a bad boy, I'm just going to have to have my way with you." Ivy replied, and with that, moved swiftly to where Alex was standing, pulled him to the bed and blindfolded him. He didn't resist, only curious to know what she was going to do. "Now, my Darling, I want you to lie down on the bed, and relax. I promise I won't ever hurt you - just trust in me." Her lips were close to his ear, her breath teasing. Outwardly, he nodded. Inwardly, he moaned. Following her instructions, Alex carefully waited to see what would happen next. Although it felt like an eternity, it was only a few seconds before she spoke again. "Now, my dear, raise your arms over your head, and keep them there." Once again, Alex did what was said, and found himself a moment later tied up with a velvety material. He smiled a little. Ivy caught his smile and smiled herself, realizing her husband was enjoying this game. She ran her hand over Alex's body, especially the center of his dick, and rubbed a little, making him moan out loud. She turned and watched her husband's facial expressions. He looked like he was ready to be tortured...quickly, she realized that his feet were still covered, and removed his shoes and socks before speaking again. "You know, Alex," she said, taking her hand away from his now growing manhood. "I think you are rather overdressed for the occasion. Worry not, I take care of that for you." Slowly, she unbuttoned his work shirt, taking them one by one, all the while straddling over him and rubbing her already soaking wet pussy against his crotch, hearing him moan again. Ivy could tell he wanted a hungered release, but she told herself, all in good time. This continued until the top half of him was exposed completely, and his manhood was now rock hard. Pleased with herself, silently she decided what do to next. Unstraddling him, she picked up a couple of the Rose petals and ever so slowly moved them down his body, with Alex breathing in sharp and quick. He breathing had started to increase ever so slightly, as Ivy had begun rubbing him off from before and now, the erotic caresses causing little droplets of something that was just as smooth as his Babydoll's skin. Moaning even more, Alex felt like he wanted to touch her, and to know that she was going to get any and all of this returned back to her. Enjoying his writhing, she continued, but added a new element...a light, tickling touch grazed against his skin, and he began to laugh a little. She continued, and he laughed more. She continued to add more and more of the light tickling until he couldn't handle it anymore. "Babydoll!" he cried from laughter, now realizing that it was not only ticklish, but sensual, and surprisingly enough, made him harder than he wanted to admit. Suddenly stopping, Ivy - wanting to torture Alex a little more - immediately dropped the items and attacked him with her mouth. She straddled him once again, and his face, neck, arms, shoulders, chest and stomach fell prey to her lips and tongue; caressing, nibbling, biting, kissing, massaging, sucking, licking and anything else he could feel from her mouth...no area went untouched. He began to violently screamed in ecstasy, his dick now getting to be at its hardest. He wanted to have her NOW. "B-b-baby do-ol-ll..." he stuttered, trying to get his thoughts together, to keep himself under control. Alas, it was no use, his wife had taken him away to feel pleasure beyond belief. Ivy merely continued for a moment, before stopping and staring at Alex's face. Each could feel that the other was hungry, and that it would only be a matter of time before they would be joined as one once again. But if he only knew what she was going to do... Straddling off of her husband once again, Ivy realized that in order for the next part to happen, she had to strip away the rest of his clothing. Teasingly but pleasantly, she started humming along to the Celtic tune -the whole CD was on repeat - as she slowly and torturously undressed him. Off came his belt...then slowly she undid his pants...gently, quietly, slowly pushing them down and off of him...and that left him with only his boxers. By this point, Alex was barely hanging on. His hunger had long since taken over his body, his moans were turning into screams, cries and a roaring out of pleasure. He. Wanted. Her. NOW! But what more could this woman do...? Gently, with her teeth, she had placed her mouth at his boxers and slowly started pulling them down, starting at the side of his hip and working her way over. He went mad, feeling her mouth so close to his hardness, him wanting to have SOME kind of sexual contact! All this teasing was getting to him, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer. Once finished, Ivy smiled to herself, proud that she had gotten him all worked up. Now, the next part of her plan would soon be completed. Not even a moment later, Alex felt a sticky, oozy, yet sweetly intoxicating texture upon him and he just KNEW what she was going to do - it was chocolate sauce, heated to room temperature, and only a minute later, he found Ivy's tongue starting at his neck, moving up and down, licking up all the chocolate sauce on his body. She moved her tongue in little kitten strokes, the heat of her mouth making the chocolate feel a little warmer, and him feeling ecstasy. His heart rate had sped up a great deal, he not being able to feel a damn thing but the pleasure he was getting from his wife, and how good it'd feel once he would finally be able to fuck her, ravage her beyond belief. He was getting a little lightheaded, but that was normal since he was use to how his wife made love to him. Now, she was at just above his dick, and the anticipation could kill him. Wildly, Alex roared aloud, all pleasure his. She was just watching, and feeling happy that she could please her husband in so many ways. He had grown much more wilder by this point, and fought against the constraints, but he didn't dare break them. Gently, Ivy grazed across the tip of him and worked downward, eating him as if there was no tomorrow. She suckled, licked, stroked, rubbed, caressed and nibbled on him, over and over and over again, still eating him long after the chocolate was gone. He was already at the brink, just one more moment. Stopping and pulling away, another roar ecaped his mouth. Dammit! Now he was beyond famished. Alex knew that he just had to take her. His mission...to get out of the constraints and just fuck her until no more could be taken. Now was the time to do it. "Let...me...out..." his voice harshly deep, raspy, but animalistically thrilling at the same time. Ivy knew she was in for this one BIG TIME. Slowly, she crawled up and undid the blindfold. His eyes had turned a near-deadly shade of brown, so dark that it could be considered black, and Ivy realized that maybe she had over done it, again... "Let me out...NOW!" Alex commanded, taking the sudden switch. It was now HE who would be giving the orders, and SHE taking them, finally! He grew impatient as she moved, slowly untied him, and let loose once she had. Even before she could have a chance to move, he flipped her over onto he back, straddled her and thrusted deep inside her body, pinning her down all the while. Alex's mouth had grown over-hungry from not having contact with her at all, and half-crazed, he moved himself every which way upon her. He fucked her, moving animalistically harder and harder, feeling her insides smooth and inviting. His lips traveled between her wrists, neck and lips, teasing her anyway that he could think of. Ivy, on the other hand, was writhing against him, trying to "protest", but Alex was not having any of it. For every "no" that came out of her mouth; a raspy, argumentative "yes" came from his, and he pushed harder at her, kissing, nibbling, biting, licking, sucking and caressing harder than each time before, feeling her helplessness...her writhing against him was such a turn on. Not long thereafter, Alex could feel the sensations of his orgasm coming closer and closer. He had already felt a couple of hers, and realized that her next one was going to big, since he knew that they'd come together. Fucking her as hard as he could without hurting her, Alex heard Ivy begging, her helpless cries, her longing pouring out to him, intoxicating, longing, needed, wanting. Not even a moment later, he felt his own orgasm - and hers - and gloriously they called each other's name out, holding on tight to each other and flew together through their sexual highs. Once again, they were brought together by Love, and were once again joined as soul mates should be. Calming down from their highs, Alex pulled out and laid next to her, all smiles as he gently placed a kiss on Ivy's lips - tender, gentle. She, in return, kissed him the same way and snuggled up to him. Together, they held each other and silently bid the other good night, and fell asleep, having more sweetened dreams and more plotting on how get back at each other for the next time.
