It is a gorgeous morning, and the sun is shining through the windows, dancing all over our darkened bedroom. What a wonderful way to begin my tenth anniversary with my spouse, I thought.

I am hoping that today will be different because, to be honest, I have been living the same dull routine for years and I am getting tired of it.

I get up every day and prepare him breakfast while he takes a shower and gets ready for work. I spend the rest of the day taking care of the house and being the ideal housewife I have been since we had our kids. I want to go back to work, anything to get rid of this boredom I am currently experiencing.

However, after being out of the game for so long, I do not think I could return to erotic dancing, which I know so well. After all, it was there that I met my husband; I recall him coming to see me in my element, dancing sensually around a shiny metal pole, my legs wrapping around it to show how lean and flexible they are. My breasts, which are usually barely covered while dancing, were pressed up against the pole, which pushed between them and caused my breasts to hug it tightly.

"Ah, those were the days," I tell myself. I wish I could wrap my legs around that pole again. I just need something to change; thinking about the old days makes me more horny than usual. But, as usual, my husband barely touches me; it has been weeks since we last had physical affection, and it is beginning to take its toll on me.

I made the decision to try something new this morning in the hopes of receiving some kind of affection from him, even if it was only a kiss. I need something, anything, because this marriage is starting to resemble two passing strangers in the night rather than husband and wife, so I am going to take matters into my own hands.

I roll over to his side of the bed, where he is sleeping soundly, and I can see his perfectly sculpted jawline peeking through his thick, fluffy beard. That beard, which I adore, spent more time between my thick thighs than anywhere else early in our marriage. I wish I knew when things started to go wrong; I feel so unattractive right now, and I need to be touched by my husband. I stroke his beard as he groans and stirs, not wanting to wake up just yet, so I plant kisses all over his forehead down to his lips, and he wakes up and gives me a confused look because I usually do not initiate affection.

"Mmm. Good morning, Princess. What a lovely way to wake up; I have missed this," he says, gently grabbing my face and pulling me into a sensual kiss, my lips tingling as I match his rhythm as he kisses me again.

Licking my bottom lip, asking for permission for his tongue to enter my mouth, I open my mouth, allowing him access as his tongue slides in, instantly competing with mine for dominance. After a brief struggle for dominance, I give in and let him take the initiative. I follow his every move, savouring the little love he gives me, and my thoughts are only focused on this incredible kiss. My sexy husband is kissing me like I am the only woman on the planet, and I do not want it to end. My underwear is getting wet as I become more aroused.

Unfortunately, it feels as though my swollen lips are feeling empty as he slowly begins to end the kiss. I want to feel his full, sensual lips against mine.

"Well, as much as I enjoyed that, babe, I need to get ready for work," he says, and I am so disappointed that my efforts are going to waste, but I refuse to give up. In order to get what I want, I slowly slide my thick thigh over his thighs, trapping him underneath me while I sit over his cock. I need him now. He looks at me with wide eyes, amazed at my audacity.

"Baby, what are you doing?" He whispers as his breathing begins to stagger.

As I rock my hips back and forth and grind on my husband's now-growing cock, I chuckle and say, "I am just trying to get some sexy time with my husband."

"I am going to be late for work, baby," he says, attempting to get away from me.

I sigh in frustration; it appears that my attempt to seduce him has failed miserably, and I need to up my game or it will be another rough drought with no sex, which I refuse to have on my anniversary. My pussy is aching and needy, begging to be stretched and filled by my sexy husband, so we are having sex today in one way or another.

"Can not you spare some time to pay attention to your wife? It is our anniversary, after all." I say this as I watch his eyes enlarge and he appears somewhat perplexed by what I just said.

"Have you forgotten?" I yell as I start to move away from him, and he tries to stop me.

"I am sorry, darling; I was so worried about this job promotion that I forgot everything." He lets out a sigh that sounds like he is disappointed in himself, but I am more upset that he is prioritising his work over me. I understand that his work is important, but so am I.

"Leave me alone, get ready for work or whatever you want to do, and I will go make your breakfast, which is what I do best." I sigh deeply, feeling a little let down, but he will not let go of me; instead, he holds me on top of him while glancing up at me regretfully.

"Please do not be like that ,baby; I am just trying to make our lives better, and I did not do it on purpose." He mutters, and while I completely understand what he is saying, it does not make it any less painful; I need my husband, and I need him now.

"I understand, babes, but you need to understand how this makes me feel. I feel so unattractive and unwanted by you; am I so bad that you will not even touch me now?" I ask, completely overwhelmed, because I do not want it to feel forced. I want him to want me because he finds me irresistible.

"Baby, are you kidding me? You are the most attractive woman I have ever seen, and I am fortunate to have you as my wife. I want you here, right now!" he exclaims.

"But, babes, I do not want it to feel forced because I mentioned something," I say, not wanting him to simply have sex with me to keep me quiet.

"Oh baby," he replied, "if I felt forced, I would not do anything, believe me when I say there is nothing I want more than to be inside you, cum inside you, feel your tight little pussy stretch for me."

I am getting really flustered, I really want him right now after he told me exactly what he thinks about me, and I say, "You want me, babes, come and get me."

He does not waste any time flipping me over onto the bed, his hands moving all over my body as if he is memorising every curve of my thick and juicy body. He asks me to keep my hands above my head while he explores my body, so I do as he asks and raise my hands to my head, holding one hand in the other.

As soon as I do this, he begins to gradually remove my pyjamas, his touch burning a sweet pleasure into my skin. Once I am completely naked, he asks if I want to wear a blindfold. I have heard that blindfolds can enhance your other senses during a sexual experience. I nod excitedly as he gets out of bed and tells me not to move a single muscle. I do what I am told, and the excitement takes over my body; this is exactly what I needed to believe in my marriage and my husband.

He returns a few minutes later, holding a blindfold, a feather, and one of his shirt ties. I look at him excitedly.

"What have you got there, babes?" I say.

He shakes his head, bringing his large fingers up to his face and telling me to be quiet.

"That baby is not a concern for you; I want to give you pleasure, but I need your hands bound." Is it okay, baby?" He asks, and my body shivers from the excitement.

'Yes, you have my permission to bind my hands, baby; I trust you,' I say softly.

He wastes no time in binding my hands together, looping the tie over them, twisting and looping it back, before looping it through the gap between my hands and tying a knot. Once he was satisfied with the way the tie was binding me, he sat back and asked, "Is that okay, baby? It is not too tight, is it?"

I shake my head, "No, baby, it is perfect."

Satisfied with my response, he crawls closer to me and gently lifts my head from the bed to place the blindfold on me, leaving me in complete darkness, my eyes covered and my hands bound.
"Baby, please relax and enjoy what I am going to do to you. If you want to stop, let me know." He says in a pleading tone, I know he does not want to hurt me, and this is a first for both of us, but I am very excited.

"Yes, baby, I will; I trust you," I say.

Upon hearing that I trust him and will talk to him if things become too much, he began to use his large, powerful hands to explore every inch of my body, as though he were looking for a long-lost treasure. He begins at my feet and takes his time massaging my legs with his hands. It feels incredible, more so than usual because my senses are heightened right now. I can already feel how wet my pussy is, and it hurts and needs to be touched. I try to close my legs to relieve the aching need, but he refuses; he wants to feel all of me, and I let him. He massages my thighs with his big, rough hands in little circles as he moves them up until he reaches my now-dripping, wet pussy. He comes to a halt just at the crease of my soaked pussy lips, leaving me to wonder if he will end my sweet misery by touching me there. After a tortuous few seconds, he gently ran one finger from my ass to my pussy, slightly opening the lips as he did, causing me to pant and moan sensually.

He chuckles as I moan, leaving his finger just above my clit before bending over and whispering in my ear, "Do you want my finger to touch your throbbing clit, do you want it inside of you?"

"Yes," I mutter breathlessly, feeling his finger press just above where it should be.

"Not just yet, baby, I have not finished exploring your beautiful, thick, sexy body," he laughs once more.

He knows exactly what he is doing to me, and I sigh in frustration. I need him to touch, lick, and fuck my pussy. But I will wait because, as much as I need and want his fingers to rub my clit, his tongue to lick up all my cum, and his big hard cock inside of me, this is the most sexy feeling I have had in years, and I am loving every minute of it.

I can feel his hands moving up my stomach, making my hips rock back and forth as my desire for him intensifies, but he stops, gets out of bed, and stands up. I am guessing he is looking at my body, pondering what and where he might explore next.

As he groans, I can tell he is enjoying what he is seeing. He grabs a long feather and starts tracing my stomach with it, causing me to moan slightly; the sensations he is giving me are unlike anything I have ever felt, and he has not even started playing with my needy pussy yet. He runs the feather up my stomach to my large, full breasts, gently running it over them and onto my nipples. My breathing becomes staggered as the sensation of this feather against my nipples causes my moans to grow louder and louder, and all I want to do is cum right there and then from nipple stimulation alone.

I bite down on my lip, attempting to stop the moans from leaving my mouth, but it is pointless; I am going to moan regardless. Fuck, this feels so good, my mind is racing with how much my body craves this man; all I can think about is how much I need him inside me right now, fuck. He continues to lightly brush the feather against my nipples, taking turns on each breast; when one feather is lightly grazing one nipple, he blows on the other.

"Please, please, please!" I beg.

"I need you, I want you, I have to have you inside of me," I keep pleading. "I can not take this anymore."

I can not take it any longer; the need is too strong, and he is successfully transformed my body into a shivering, needy mess. Each touch of the feather sends another rush of pleasure through my core, making my pussy twitch even more.

With a hint of mischief, he says, "I think I can give you what you need now since you asked so nicely and needy."

He starts drawing the feather down my body, causing sparks of lust and need as he goes, and he comes to a halt on the inside of my thighs, right beside my twitching clit. Another torturous few seconds with the unknown, he opens my pussy lips and tickles my clit with the feather, and I become undone.

My breathing is erratic, I arch my back, the waves of pleasure that are currently flowing through my body are unreal, my groans are loud and unfiltered, and I am beginning to experience an orgasm. The more he runs this feather over my clit, the wetter my pussy gets.

"I am going to cum. I am going to CUM". I moan loudly because I can not bear it any longer.

"Cum for me, baby," he says, bending down to nibble on it while saying, "Enjoy this, relish in it."

That is all it took for me to completely unravel; I began to squirt shots all over his body, the bed, and myself. He still ran the feather over my thobbing clit as I panted, and the heavenly orgasm that was still going on blew my mind to pieces. My legs are shaking, and I can not take it any longer, so I cum once more.

As he keeps torturing my clit, he says, "That is it, baby, let all that cum out for me."

A few minutes later, this mind-blowing orgasm comes to an end, leaving me a shaking, quivering wreck. Just when I thought I would have a minute or two to recover, his head slips between my legs, spreading them open, and his tongue lands on my throbbing clit.

"Fuck!" I scream, unable to control the moans that escape my parted lips.

His expert tongue is working its magic on my needy clit, repeatedly swirling it in various directions while licking up all of my sweet juices from the earth-shattering orgasm he gave me moments ago. He slowly moved his tongue up and down my clit. I want to cum all over his face as he builds up another welcome orgasm. Between the pressure of his tongue and my desire to feel him inside me, I begin to cum, gushing my juices all over his face and soaking his beautiful beard.

When he is done licking up all my fluids, he crawls up next to me, puts his tongue in my mouth, and gives me a fiercely passionate kiss. I can taste myself on him; I never imagined I would taste so sweet.

His lips left mine, leaving me breathless and satisfied, my mind foggy and my body yearning for his. He started kissing my neck, running his tongue along it as he fits my sweet spot, nibbling gently before sucking hard. As he sends waves of unruly, unrelenting pleasure through me, I let out a series of moans. Although he can not see, he is making my eyes roll to the back of my head. All of this divine pleasure and his cock is not inside me yet, but I need it, want it, and must have it.

"Fuck me, please!" I beg.

When I beg him to fuck me, I feel his lips turn into a smirk on my neck. He responds, "Not yet, my princess. Have patience. All good things come to those who wait."

I growl at him because I am not sure how long I can wait any longer and I need to feel his thick cock's entire length inside of me. He is giving me more pleasure than ever before.

He keeps kissing me, moving from my neck down my shoulders to my breasts with erect nipples. He suctions his mouth around my left nipple, sucking on it and lightly nibbling it as his hand meets the right nipple. He pulls on it and rolls it between his fingers as I wiggle around, switching his mouth between the two nipples. My body feels on fire, and every inch of me is sensitive; I am overstimulated right now, and I desperately want him to stop teasing and fucking me.

After what seems like an eternity of sweet, painful pleasure, he starts to move lower, kissing my stomach with tender, sweet kisses until he reaches my pussy's entrance. Finally, I imagine him thrusting his cock deep inside me until it reaches my womb. But he doesn't; instead, he holds his cock in one hand and opens my pussy lips with the other, rubbing the tip of his cock against my swollen, sensitive clit. I yelp, and he laughs. "A sensitive princess, are you?" He asks me, knowing the answer already.

"Yes, baby, please. I have never wanted you more than I want you right now, and I can not handle it any longer." I beg him to stop teasing me and give me what I need.

"Tell me, princess, how much you want my cock inside of you, stretching your walls, hitting your womb, and giving you the pleasure you need?" he says teasingly.

"Please, baby, I really need you inside of me. Please, please." I beg again, my voice pleading as I move my hips, attempting to tease his tip into my pussy.

"Yes, princess, that is exactly what I want to hear," he moans as he positions himself against the opening of my pussy and thrusts balls deep inside me. We both moan loudly at the sheer pleasure it brings; I can feel my pussy walls stretching out to the size of his thick cock, his tip reaching the entrance to my womb as he pushes harder inside me, his tip banging against it. My body is in a state of complete euphoria and adrenaline as he pulls his cock out until only the tip remains inside me before slamming it back inside me. He does this repeatedly until my pussy walls are fully stretched to accommodate the thickness of his cock. He then picks up the pace, fucking me not only harder but also faster. I can feel another orgasm building up, threatening to spill all over his cock, and with another extremely hard thrust in my pussy, I cum all over his cock while he still has not cum.

"Good girl," he grunts, continuing to pound his cock into my swollen, sensitive pussy.

As he continues to move in the same rhythm, I put my legs around his waist and try to stop myself from wriggling by holding onto the bed sheet. In order to give him greater access to my pussy, I arch my back. He then picks up the pace and keeps my hips in place around his waist while fucking me more quickly until he starts to release strings of hot, thick cum straight into my womb. He keeps fucking me quickly while growling at me.

As he gives me one final thrust, he lets the last of the cum escape his cock and fills my pussy to the brim, leaving his cock against my womb.

"Fuck, baby, your pussy is perfect and it is all mine," he says.

After a few seconds, he slowly pulls his cock out of my satisfied pussy, displaying a mix of his cum and mine, with my pussy becoming more sensitive as he does. When he gets out, he drops my legs and collapses on the bed next to me.

"Do not ever think I do not want you, princess," he whispers in my ear. "I apologise for not showing you that enough lately, but you will always be the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"It is okay, baby. I just needed some affection, but that was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life," I say, still with my hands bound and my blindfold on.

He removes my blindfold, gives me a wide-eyed grin, and plants a small tender kiss on my lips before removing the bind from my wrists and giving me another tender kiss.

I chuckle as he smirks at me and says, "Now, how about that breakfast?" while slapping my ass.