After he’d finished, he came into the house. “I assume you want to inspect?”
Cissy put down the dusting cloth and followed him outside. He’d done a good job, both with the trimming and with cleaning up afterward. She leaned in to give him a kiss and he didn’t pull away, which, after their earlier spat, she took as progress. Taking Len in hand was both one of the most difficult but most rewarding things Cissy had ever done. The fact it was improving their marriage only made her more sure this was the route to take.
“Come inside.”
Len cocked his head. “Why?”
“To get your reward.”
“But I thought—”
“I’m willing to give you a couple of days to get your clothes and stuff in order. Trimming the bushes was a big job and you deserve a reward for it.”
His face lit up. “Really?” Cissy nodded, doing her best to hide a smile. “Lemme take a quick shower and I’m all yours.” Several moments later, he exited the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. Cissy looked up and started at his expression, which could best be described as calculating. “So…”
“Yes?”
“If I clean up some of these clothes can I upgrade my reward?”
Cissy barked out a laugh. “Upgrade?”
He grinned. “I don’t know what you were planning, but yeah.”
“Sure.”
“Suuu-weet!” Pulling off the towel and folding it on the rack in the bathroom, which alone almost caused her to weep with joy, Len then ran around the room naked, picking up clothes and depositing them in piles, some in the hamper and others on the bed.
She eyed the pile on the bed. “What’s this one for?”
“Those aren’t dirty. I need to either hang them up or throw them in the dryer to get out some wrinkles.”
“And you’re going to do that right now, correct?”
“Slave driver.”
A little while later, Cissy cuffed Len again and spent a long time teasing him with her lips, tongue and teeth before finally swallowing his cock to the root. His back bowed and he bit his lip, most likely to hold in the swear word fighting to break free. He was trying, and she was proud of him. When he began to thrash again, she stopped, coming to a quick decision.
“I’m going to tie your legs down too.”
She didn’t need to see his eyes behind the blindfold to know they were wide as saucers. “What? Why?”
“Because if I hadn’t moved so quickly you would’ve just clocked me in the head.”
She grabbed two of her long scarves and tied each of his ankles to a corner of the bedframe. Her husband was now spread like her personal buffet, and she found herself licking her lips. Even though he’d initially reacted negatively to the idea of being completely tied down, the pre-cum leaking freely from the head of his cock told her he was enjoying the experience.
Leaning down, she sucked it into her mouth again and he threw his head back, rattling the cuffs and banging the headboard against the wall. His jaw was tight and she knew he must be trying hard to keep his mouth shut, afraid if he swore she’d stop. Cissy wasn’t that cruel, but he didn’t need to know that.
Len spoke through clenched teeth. “Please, baby, make me come.” She tightened around him and bobbed her head, taking him all the way inside. He cried out and she worked her tongue over the bulbous head, flicking it to catch more pre-cum. “So. Good.”
Cissy continued to work him, until with a roar that seemed to come from deep within him, Len came and she swallowed everything he gave her. Still spread out by his restraints, his body slackened and he gave a contented sigh. She took the opportunity to admire her husband—his long, lean body slick with sweat.
There was no doubt she loved this man. He was the only man she’d ever loved, in fact. There were so many good things about him, and she hoped he would recognize how much his recent behavior had hurt her and their marriage. Much of it came down to common courtesy—something he could fix if he paid attention to detail.
She untied him and went to take a shower. Stepping underneath the hot spray, Cissy let the pounding water soothe her sore muscles. Prowling over her husband was certainly fun, but it did result in some twinges in her injured neck. Never in a million years would she complain though.
Cissy jumped when the shower door opened and Len stepped inside. She couldn’t recall the last time they’d showered together. He looked at her and she saw uncertainty in his eyes. Did her husband think she would reject him? A pang of profound sadness hit her like a bullet to the chest.
“Is this okay?”
“Of course, honey.”