I had a long hard day at the office, and when I got home, all I wanted to do is relax. My sixth ex-wife, Mina greets me with a coy smile, pressing herself against me as she hugs me, then stood back and raises an eyebrow expectantly. ” Well?” She asked sweetly, ” I want to come back to you?” Placing my hands on her hips I took a step backward and took a moment to admire the view. Her gorgeous, fit young body is wrapped in a tight, shortest black dress I have ever seen her wear. I’m willing to bet she isn’t wearing anything under it either…” Mina…Why should I take you back?” I growl in a deep menacing voice, pulling her close and gently nibbling her ear as my hand slides down her back to gently squeeze her ass, ” You look gorgeous and delicious…”

” Thank you John. I miss you.” She purrs, rubbing her breasts against my chest, and, through my cotton shirt, feeling her hard nipples. Suddenly she pulls away from me, large dark eyes burning with desire, filled with mischief. ” I’m sorry John for betraying you. I need your business influence and power. Your political power and massive wealth. Our young daughter misses you.” She tells me sweetly, apologetically almost, if it weren’t for the laughter in her eyes, ” I’m not ready for you nor do I want you Mina!” I say wryly, reaching to embrace her again, she lithely avoids capture with the ease of practice, laughing mischief prominent on her face. ” No.” She murmurs in my ear as she sidles up behind me, ” You’re not. But maybe, just maybe, if you go and…relax…for just 5 minutes, maybe then you will be.”

Then, before I can negotiate she wraps herself around me, kissing me, long and deep, her tongue exploring the depths of my mouth hungrily, her hands gently teasing my flesh, her nails delicately scraping my sides, my back, my face until I feel a deep burning desire, then, just as I’m about to drag her to the bedroom, she slips away, darting toward the back door, turning, and tossing me a key. ” Five minutes!” She reminds me, then disappears out into the dark, and into, I assume, the small studio at the back of the property. Watching her disappear into the dark, I take a deep breath; the sweet Asian vixen has most certainly made sure I’m wound tight, as tight as I could possibly be wound. ‘ No matter,’ I thought as I pour myself a scotch, ‘ likely all things considered he would be able to regain an even footing later.’ With that thought I glance at the clock…another 3 minutes. Damn. Returning to my scotch I tried to forget the clock, but the ticking became louder, insistent booming within the house as I tried to imagine what she was up to out there in the dark…and was she wearing anything under that tiny outfit? If so, what? How much? Just thinking about it had me imagining running my hands down her smooth, tan body, grasping her firm breasts and kneading them in my hands, pinching her dark nipples between my fingers and rolling them, first gently, then firmly, until I made her gasp with the pain, and the pleasure…

‘Time’s up!’ I realize, and a wolfish grin spreads slowly across my face, my green eyes lighting up with anticipation and need. Taking the key she has so carelessly tossed me, I stood, stretching my muscled form, and headed for the door, my mind thinking through the endless possibilities of what she could possibly have waiting for me outside in the art studio. Approaching the small studio I notice the lights were on, and dimmed, and excitement rising, I slow my pace, attempting to reduce the amount of noise each step I made. In my mind I imagined her, seductresses body draped across the lounge in the studio, or maybe stretched out on the mattress I kept there, for when I worked through the night. Quickening my pace, no longer mindful of my silence, I strode toward the door, fumbling the key into the lock, and swung the door open.

At first the room is too bright, and for a second I simply stood there, allowing my eyes to adjust to the glare of the lights. Slowly, as his eyes adjust, I make out a form, kneeling on the floor in front of me, head bowed, back to me, hands cuffed behind her back. Her strong, slender form upright, her arch her smooth, shoulders backward. Her black dress is crumpled on the floor behind her, she is now nude. Silently I walk up behind her, reaching her, gently scraping my nails across her shoulders and down her arms, noting her blind fold as I did so, reveling in her sharp intake of breath, and the excited trembling that overtook her body. For a moment I stood back, simply observing her. Silently I walk around her, observing her nipples, hard and proud, standing out, and her chest, heaving with every breath she took, her firm breasts moving in rhythm.

Reaching forward, I take one perky nipple between thumb and forefinger, and without warning, squeeze it hard. She moans, leaning toward me, her breathing heavier…” please!” She begs me, leaning into the hand with which I hold her nipple. Obligingly I applied more pressure, crouching next to her as I did, and gently, lightly, ran my other hand up her thigh. Her cries escalated from simply begging for more, to cries of pleasure, and her body, previously still, is now trembling uncontrollably as she begs for more. I brush lightly against her dripping slit with my other hand; so, my suspicions had been correct, I mused; no underwear, and no bra.