“Hey,” she said, licking her lips while holding his arms above his head and pressing her pelvic bone against his groin. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She was wearing a red silk robe and, from what Matt could see, matching red thigh highs held up with a garter.

“Stace, I don’t have time tonight. I have these drafts to—” She cut him off mid-sentence with a kiss, hard, on the mouth. Her tongue expertly darted in between his lips, teasing them before dashing forward to his own tongue. Before he begin to respond with his own mouth, she quickly pulled away from him. She let his hands go, only to slowly massage his chest and stomach over his button-down collared shirt. “I think you can make time.” She then let her hands slip up his chest, careful to tweak his left nipple gently before grabbing his tie and leading him further in the house, to the living room. She gently pushed him on the couch and straddled his lap.

“Stacey, I really don’t have time.”

“Are you telling me that you’re going to try to resist this,” she leaned in and gently flicked her tongue across his top lip, “or this,” and then softly bit the side of his neck, “or…this…?” and finished it up by licking his ear as she whispered, allowing her hot breath to send shivers down his entire body. “Because if you don’t want any of this, I suppose I’ll just have to seduce you.”

With that, she stood up, still straddling his legs so that if he dared move, she could easily counter act his escape. Then, slowly and methodically, she undid the silk bathrobe, revealing a red and black corset to which the thigh highs were attached. Matt noticed that she did not have any panties on to cover her freshly shaved pussy. Stacey dropped the bathrobe on the floor and proceeded to tease Matt. She ran her right hand through her long, dark hair, across her cheek, down her throat, and down her torso, ending right at her pussy where she simply placed her hand on top of her mound, pausing just long enough to moan before sliding down to her thigh.

“Matt, I’ve waited all day for you to get home and I’m so wet right now you could fuck me without any foreplay.” She took his left hand and brought it between her legs, pushing his middle finger in her hot, wet cunt. “Feel?” She bit her lower lip seductively. “I want you inside me.” Glancing down, she noticed his pants now had a very large bulge in the front. She brought his finger to his mouth. “Go ahead.” He opened his mouth and sucked her taste off his finger. “Good boy.” She leaned over him, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage, which was practically showing areola in her bustier. “Are you going to be good for me?” Matt reached forward and pulled Stacey closer, lowering her face down to his in the process and kissed her. “I’ll be good for you.”

“Good.” She slowly began to rub her hand across his lap, careful to tease his balls with her nails through the fabric of his dockers. Matt suddenly pushed her hand away. “Stacey, I don’t have time for this at all. Seriously, I need to go over those drafts. I can’t do this tonight.”

“I think someone disagrees with you,” she said, patting his crouch and causing the dim ache in his balls to grow.

“Stacey, I’m serious. I need to work.” He stood up, pushing her aside to pick up the papers at the door before heading up the stairs to his study.

Stacey sat on the couch, contemplating masturbating to get off herself, but she knew she needed more than that. They hadn’t slept together in weeks and she missed the feel of his hands all over her body and the feel of his breath on her skin. She climbed the stairs after him. She found him at his desk, hunched over a pile of papers. She stood in the doorway, leaning against the molding.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Stacey, I just have to work.”

“Matt, we haven’t slept together in God knows how long. Is it me? Are you not attracted to me?”

“God, no, Stacey, of course I’m attracted to you.” He turned to look at her. “It’s not you, I promise.”

“Then, is it someone else?”

“NO! No, it’s not anyone else, there is no one else.”

“What is it then? I keep buying clothes, changing my hair, trying to come up with romantic settings that will at least possibly get you in the mood. Why don’t you want to sleep with me?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you…I just…Stacey, I need to work.” He turned back to the pile on his desk. “Let’s talk about this later.”

Stacey went back downstairs, thoroughly disappointed and still mildly horny, despite the rejection. She walked over and picked up her silk bathrobe and then headed into the kitchen to make herself some tea. There had to be some reason he didn’t even want to touch her. He never initiated sex anymore. He never really did anything with her anymore. It was as though he isolated himself from the entire world. She set the teapot on the stove, still wrapped up in her thoughts.

“Stace, are you making tea?” Matt called from the upstairs room.

“Yes, do you want some?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Sure.” Sure, she could make him tea and she can come home early from the hospital, where she was a surgeon, so she could get dressed for her overworked, undersexed husband who was more interested in the drafts of his legal cases than he was in touching her. No problem. Anything for you, hun.

As Stacey reached for another teacup from the counter, something caught her eye. On the countertop, next to some bills and under a magazine, was a small journal. Not sure at to what it was, she picked it up and immediately recognized it as Matt’s private journal that he usually kept in his office.

Hurriedly, she glanced at the teakettle and saw that she had a few quick moments before the water would boil. She picked up the journal and quickly skimmed through it, looking for some kind of logic that would give Matt a reason to suddenly not be interested in her. She didn’t see anything of interest until she flipped to a more recent entry, but as she started reading, the steam of the hot water caused the kettle to start to whistle. It didn’t matter because she had already figured out what his problem was and how to handle it.

Stacey poured the tea into each cup, but before bringing Matt’s cup up to him, she reached in another cabinet, pulled out a bottle old valiums, ground one up, and let it dissolve in his tea. Then, she stirred it around and climbed the stairs.

Matt was still concentrating on his work when she put the tea down next to him. “Thanks, Stace.” He didn’t even look at her as he sipped the laced liquid.

“No problem.” She turned her heels and headed back downstairs, figuring that giving him twenty minutes should be enough.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

When Matt awoke a few hours later, he was naked on an examining table in his wife’s office. His hands were strapped down in the leather braces they used on patients who tended to move around during surgery. His feet were in stirrups and his legs strapped down the same way his hands were. He blinked a few times, confused as to how he had gotten there and why he was immobile. He turned his head to the left and saw Stacey, dressed in her lab coat, bare legs showing, preparing some instruments on the counter.

“Stacey, what are you doing?”

She turned with a very playful smirk on her face. “Don’t worry. I guarantee you’ll like this.” She walked over to the edge of the table and lightly kissed his cheek. Slowly, she moved her face towards his and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then, she increased pressure and opened her mouth slightly, allowing him to glide his tongue into her mouth first. Their tongues poked and probed the other’s mouth, each moving slowly and cautiously, using only the tips of their tongues, until Stacey decided to plunge her tongue deeply into Matt’s mouth, opening her mouth wide so that she could tease the roof of his mouth and dashed about, causing Matt to moan slightly. Then, she pulled away and moved on to his neck, gently biting the soft flesh just under his ear and along his artery. Matt could only moan in response, but his hands kept reaching out to try to grab her and pull her closer.

Without warning, Stacey swung a leg up over the table so that she was now straddling Matt. Although she could feel Matt’s pulsating erection, she ignored it, sitting just slightly too high to have any contact with his dick. She then unbuttoned her lab coat, revealing her bare chest. She bent forward, taking her breast in her right hand and massaged Matt’s nipple with her own very erect nipple. “How’s that feel?”

“Mmmm…soooo good. Please, Stace, kiss me.” She complied and bent forward, kissing him passionately, but never ceasing to massage his nipple. He pulled away this time, breathless from the intensity of the kiss. “Let me touch you. Please. I just want to touch you.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t undo those straps.” She sat back up and began massaging his chest with both hands, careful to brush against his nipples with her thumbs.

“Then let me taste you, please, I’ll do anything. I just want you so badly.”

Stacey smiled and carefully moved up the table, straddling his head between her knees. “Let me just get worked up a bit,” she said, knowing it would drive him crazy. She reached down and slowly rubbed her slit, using her middle finger so that every movement would rub against her clit and cause small jerks of excitement throughout her body. All the while, Matt tried to move his mouth closer and closer to her cunt, trying to get a taste. Stacey increased the rhythm on her finger, now fully grinding her hips against her palm right over Matt’s face. Matt shuddered, his erection now painful at having been ignored for so long. “Please…Stacey, let me do it, please.”

“Do you like eating me out?”

“God, yes, I love it. I love how you taste and I love watching you play with your tits when I like you. Please, let me taste you.” Slowly, Stacey lowered herself onto his face. She stopped breathing momentarily when she felt his tongue against her cunt lips, but quickly caught herself and began grinding her hips as she felt him expertly maneuver his tongue over her clit. Without even realize it, her hands went to her breasts, teasing the nipples and squeezing each orb, letting out a low, guttural moan deep in her chest.

Matt, sensing (as well as tasting her excitement) dipped his stiffened tongue in her slit and began fucking her, as hard as he could.

“Oh, god, that feels amazing. Don’t stop.” Stacey was panting now, thrusting hard and making it harder for him to breathe. Instead of gasping for air, Matt instead changed positions and went back up to her clit, this time sweeping across it with little paintbrush strokes that caused Stacey shudders of pleasure. Then, just as Stacey grew accustomed to the movement, he gently bit her nub. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Stacey bucked wildly, waves of pleasure building up inside her. “I’M GONNA CUM!” Matt, taking his cue, bit down harder than before, using his tongue between his teeth to continue teasing her clit. “Ahhhhh…oh god….yes….I’M CUMMING!” Stacey shuddered, her entire body alive with the heat of her orgasm. Unconsciously, she squeezed her legs together to keep the intensity up, trapping Matt’s head tightly between her thighs.

As her waves subsided and she came to her senses, she opened her legs and bent down to kiss Matt as well as to taste herself on his lips.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Matt grinned. “Never better.”

“Well, now I think it’s time we do something about you.” Stacey kissed him hard, pushing her tits up against his chest and spreading out across him, finally allowing her body to come in contact with his throbbing prick, but not enough for Matt to get off. Matt moaned into her mouth, causing vibrations to buzz against her lips. Stacey took this as a sign that it was time to really heat things up. She slowly slid down further, licking and kissing his skin so it was moist, only to blow on it immediately after. This caused Matt raise himself off the table as best he could, mildly thrusting himself into the air. When she got to his chest, she made sure to tease each of his nipples with a mixture of playful bites and licks, tweaking the other nipple with her fingers.

Stacey slid down even lower, licking Matt’s upper thigh just above his waist, but lower than his bellybutton, just where his leg meets his torso. Then, she playfully bit it and blew her hot breath over it. Again, he plunged into the air, beginning to hump the space between his body and Stacey’s hovering form.

Stacey stopped then, much to Matt’s dismay, and got off the table. She then went over to the counter and wheeled over whatever it was that she had prepared earlier.

“Feeling experimental?” she asked with a wink.

“That depends…what are you going to do?” Matt, at this point was in sheer agony, every muscle aching to rub his penis on anything to get off.

Stacey picked something up off the tray and headed to the edge of the examining table, between Matt’s spread legs. She kissed his inner thigh and revealed a bottle of lube. Then, before Matt could question her, she poured it all over his dick and balls, allowing it to drip down to his ass crack before collecting in a puddle on the table. She went back over to the tray, replaced the lube, and picked something else up. Matt couldn’t see what she was doing because of the way he was tied down.

“Trust me,” she whispered. Then, Matt felt something probing him in his rear.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he demanded.

“Trust me. You’ll enjoy this.” Stacey lifted the object up for matt to see. It was a large, hot pink vibrator, complete with “realistic” veins. Then, she lowered it, this time adding some pressure to it as she eased it in Matt’s ass. She turned on the vibrator, making sure to start off very slowly while easing in and out of Matt’s anus, and to gradually increase both vibration speed as well as thrusting speed. Before long, Matt was moaning in pleasure as his wife fucked him in the ass with a vibrator.

Stacey, aside from pleasuring Matt with the dildo, was licking his inner thighs, using the moisture and the cool air to send pleasure chills through his body. His thrusting tempo increased, his moaning got louder.

Stacey held the vibrator with one hand and with the other, began massaging up and down his thighs, careful not to touch either his balls or his dick.

“Oh my god, Stace, oh shit, yeah…that feels amazing…oh god…” Stacey knew Matt was fairly close to cumming. She increased the vibrator speed to the fastest it could possibly go and fucked his ass as hard as she could with her arm.

“I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM! OH FUCK YEAH!” Stacey quickly grabbed the last item from the tray, all the while continuing to fuck Matt’s ass.

“I’M CUMMING!” Just as Matt’s body shook with the pleasure of his orgasm, his cum shooting everywhere since he was tied down, Stacey took the piano wire and quickly circled it around his ballsack in one quick motion. Matt, still rocking in orgasmic pleasure, didn’t even realize what was going on until after the last of his load landed on the floor next to the exam table.

“What did you…are those my…” Matt stared in disbelief, the pain suddenly rushing to his groin. Stacey calmly removed the vibrator from his ass, slowly so as not to hurt him,, held up his ballsack in her right hand, and applied guaze to his wound. “How did you know?” he whispered.

“I read your journal. I knew there had to be some reason you didn’t want me.”

“It wasn’t you, I—”

“I know. Which is why I cut them off. Because now, without them, and some reconstructive surgery on your penis, you can be a woman on the outside, too.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No. I’m only upset that you hadn’t told me. If I had known that touching your penis was such a turn-off, I would have avoided it.”

“You’re not mad that I want to be a woman? That your husband wants to be your wife?”

“No, I’m not. I love you, not your penis. And I would rather you’d want to sleep with me so that we can share that level of closeness than you be repulsed by the way I touch your body.”

“But now that they’re gone—”

“You can start taking female hormones. And I’m not really worried about your sex drive since I just proved you can get off without ever touching your penis.”

Matt let a tear fall down her cheek, then she turned back to Stacey. “Thank you.”