Over the bridge, right onto Sophia St., left onto Amelia St., right again onto Prince Edward St., and finally right into the driveway. Thank god I knew this drive so well. I was so busy at work I barely noticed my aching balls, but once I was on my way home with nothing to think about but all the possible ways Amanda might tease me, it was difficult to focus on anything else. I almost missed a few turns on my way home.
As my car came to a stop in the driveway, I could feel my pulse accelerating. The anticipation, excitement, and nerves were building my whole drive home and now they were reaching a fever pitch. I practically jumped out of the car and walked as fast as I could without running to the door. I was moving so fast I almost did not notice my wife through the window, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw just enough to make me stop and do a double-take.
Standing in the kitchen at the stove, was my wife wearing absolutely nothing but a white apron. Her breasts were spilling out the sides and her ass was completely exposed. I could not believe she had the blinds open. Anyone passing by could see her.
After gazing in the window at my wife’s body for longer than I’d like to admit, I tore my eyes away and walked to the door. As I opened the door, my nostrils filled with the smell of one of my favorite meals cooking on the stove, but that only occupied my attention for a minute. There was something much more alluring that caught my attention. Between my wife’s ass cheeks was a little glint of red, which could only be one thing, the butt plug we bought together last Valentine’s Day. My wife did not usually like anything in her ass, but she seemed to enjoy how pretty the red jewel looked sticking out between her cheeks and she knew I loved it.
Without turning around, Amanda said, “Take off all your clothes and sit down at the kitchen table facing me. You are to keep your eyes on me until I tell you otherwise. You may occupy yourself by fantasizing about me, but do not touch yourself. If your cock is not hard, I will know you were not following my instructions.”
I stripped right in the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table as I was instructed. Keeping my cock hard was not a challenge at all. Fantasies were rushing through my head like tidal waves. I was more worried that I might explode without even touching myself than I was about not being able to stay hard.
After about ten or fifteen minutes, Amanda started to wrap up cooking. She turned the stove off, put the dishes in the sink, and brought me a plate of food. I expected her to go back and get herself a plate, but she sat down across from me.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.
“No, you go ahead without me. I can’t do what I have planned with a full stomach,” she answered smiling.