"Can you fix your own dinner tonight, Steve?" My wife asked when I picked up the phone.
"Not another late one, Rhian?" I responded with mild exasperation. "That's three this week! Are they synchronising their pregnancies?"
"It seems that way at the moment, love!" Rhian laughed in reply, "Great for the village though! Three new babs coming along all at the same time. Two of them boys too. The First XV will have some new recruits in a few years time!"
"Some strapping back-row forwards I hope!" I added.
I smiled at the thought and wondered when me and Rhi would get around to producing kids. The day couldn't be that far off now as Rhi's iron-willed commonsense was beginning to wilt in the face of all the young lives she was helping to bring into the world. Me? I never consult common-sense as to when to have children. To me whatever time seems always to be right.
Rhian was my wife of two years. She is the local Midwife in our village and commands huge love and respect throughout the whole community. Those qualities in her that people so love are the same ones that attracted me in the first place: kindness, good-humour, [i]joie de vivre[/i] and - oh yes, she's some looker too! You don't have to tell me, I am a lucky man.
I had come to live in Mardoes some five years ago when I took a job as a forester. I was qualified as an Arborist but had been brought up in the city. Moving to the wilder valleys of my country was quite some scene shift. But one I never once regretted as I effortlessly fell into the daily comings and goings of Mardoes and quickly established roots. Falling in love with, courting and then finally marrying the local nurse had been the best thing to ever happen to me.
Our village comprises some two-thousand souls. Well, at least that is our particular valley. As part of a small team Rhi is responsible for a great many more villages and small towns throughout the locale. This means she is very busy come the Autumn. Seems people are far more active in the dark winter months! Hmmm!
Would you like me to describe Rhian to you? Yes, I'm sure you would. Ok, here goes. Golden brown straightish hair which she wears pulled back into a pony tail most of the time but which never fails to amaze people on those occasions she lets it tumble down her back - reaching almost as far as her perfectly proportioned 'bottom'. Deep brown eyes set in a classically beautiful face. Average height, slender yet curvy. Yet her most striking feature is her smile, which is never far away and when unleashed has the predictable effect of rendering males tongue-tied and of making a fervent friend of any woman.
Sex is always good with Rhi. She is both enthusiastic and very loving. Although it's fair to say we had not been particularly adventurous in the short time we had been married. What with both of us leading busy and tiring professional (and social) lives adventure and exploration had not been a priority. That said, I always looked forward to Rhi getting home from a late shift and I would make sure the bed was warm and inviting. We usually fell asleep in each other's arms happily exhausted.
So it was not for the first time that I threw a TV dinner-kind-of-meal into the oven and settled down in front of the goggle box with a beer. I knew that Rhi would not be able to finish her shift until the baby arrived or, if there were difficulties, the mother was taken to hospital - perish the thought.
I'd been working in the near vicinity of the village this particular day which meant it had been a relatively light day for me. I had let the men clock off by 4pm and had deposited my chain saw and climbing equipment in the lock-up at HQ. After a pint at the rugby club I had come home in time to take Rhi's telephone call.
I could never really sleep when I knew Rhi was out late and I was relieved when I heard her car pull into our driveway and her familiar step on the gravel. She quietly shut the door and tiptoed up the stairs.
"Hiya love, you asleep?" She whispered as she tiptoed into our bedroom.
"No, Rhi. You know I never sleep when you're out." I kissed her. "Boy or girl?"
"Boy. And a real beauty - nine pounds ten ounces! I thought we'd need a rope or something to pull him out!" She looked exhausted.
I laid back in bed as Rhi padded off to the bathroom. I was the happiest man in Wales. And also the horniest at that particular moment.
Rhi cwtched me as she stepped into bed in her usual nighttime attire - an old T-shirt of mine. She smelled of soap and toothpaste and I held her gently as she rested her tired head on my chest. My expectantly aroused state would not have escaped her notice.
"Oh what a shame love. My period has just started otherwise I'd love to bonk you right now." she said sleepily as if she'd been reading my thoughts.
"It's ok honey, you've had a busy week with all these babies. You must be exhausted."
"Yeah, I am. And tomorrow I've got to do Sharon Williams' shift over in Merthyr. That woman has more sick days than the rest of the team put together!" She yawned.
"I really...need...to get some...sleep..."
And with that she seemed to drift off.
Ah well, I thought to myself. There'll be other nights of passion. And, in any case, sharing a warm bed with your loved one was pretty 'alright' too.
Sleep didn't come to me quite as readily as it had to Rhi so I lay there thinking. I was still horny. Perhaps more so now Rhi was snuggled up with me and, without realising it, I was lightly fondling myself. Not with any desired outcome you understand...but just because it was...well, nice.
I don't know how long I had been doing this and I certainly had not given any thought that Rhian might have been aware of it - after all she seemed to be soundly asleep. Wasn't she???
"Steve, what are you doing?" she asked suddenly, lifting her head from my chest.
I stopped immediately.
"Nothing." I said (in a rather high voice).
"Yes you were. You were rubbing something."
There was a pregnant pause.
She pushed herself up with her arms and reached for the bedside lamp. I winced in the glare of the soft light.
"Steve, were you playing with yourself?" Rhian asked accusingly. She looked a little angry - a very rare look from her.
The game was up.
"Um, well maybe a little. I couldn't sleep Rhi. I'm sorry."
Her face looked drawn and marked as I considered how tired and shitty she must have felt. Although I didn't consider I had performed any great crime.
"Look Steve, I need to sleep. The least you can do is allow me to! I can't be the ever-obedient wife the whole time you know! Even I have my limits!"
She wasn't shouting. It wasn't even a bitter tirade but I felt really bad for pursuing my little teenage self-indulgence and disturbing her slumber.
"I'm really sorry Rhi. You know I didn't even realise I was doing it to tell you the truth!" I laughed, "I've just got a little too much energy tonight and I couldn't get off to sleep. Should I go into the other room to give you some peace...?"
Rhi frowned as she considered this - to my mind, reasonable - option. God! She was so attractive!
"Hmmm. If you go next door you'll jerk yourself off, wont you?! Yes! Steve! Don't lie, I know you will...and I don't want that."
She got out of bed and slipped into her bathrobe.
"I'll be back in a minute, stay there."
I lay back on the bed with a heavy heart and annoyed with myself for having spoiled the most perfect of moments. Damn my over-active dick! Why couldn't I have just left it alone for one night?
Rhi reentered the room carrying something. I tried to study the little item she carried in her hand. It looked like the gaffer tape roll we kept with the toolbox under the sink. What did she need that for?
"Right honey, I think I have the perfect solution to those wandering sticky hands of yours. Turn over."
Feeling confused and a little worried, I looked at my wife.
"Rhi? What are you going to do? I ventured.
"Make sure I get a good night's rest, that's what! Come on, turn over big boy. I used to threaten to do this to my little brother when I caught him wanking! I never thought I'd need to do it to my own husband!"
What on earth was she talking about I wondered but subconsciously responding to Rhian's commanding nature I turned onto my front.
"Ok, put your hands behind you. That's it. Nice. Now, hold them there."
I gulped as I realised I was about to be tied-up (or taped up in any case)! My God! I'd never thought about being tied-up before! It seemed so unmanly! Allowing yourself to be bound - especially by your wife!
"You're not really going to use that tape on me are you Rhi...?" I asked nervously, hoping that this exercise was just a threat.
However, I heard the rip of plastic gaffer tape being pulled from the roll and felt it being applied to my wrists. It produced a cool sensation as around and around it went, I lost count of the number of loops. Finally, I felt Rhian's hair brush my wrists as she used her teeth to facilitate a cutting of the tape. She was not quite done however, as I felt the roll being passed between my wrists in what I later discovered to be a 'cinch'. The 'cinch' made escape impossible. I was tied securely now.
Rhi pulled the bed quilt away to gain access to my feet. She then applied the same procedure to my ankles.
All the while she was doing this (and I was lying on my front) I realised that I was starting to feel exceptionally horny. I mean massively so! It was not something I could have envisaged if someone had asked me to describe being tied-up. Nor could I comprehend the conflicting emotions coursing through my synapses. I felt a little humiliated for sure! Here was I, a strong young man helplessly bound and controlled. And all done by a slip of a girl in a bit of a bad mood. The feelings of shame were accompanied by a curious coyness about this apparent vulnerability. I found I was rock-hard with excitement.
Rhi had concluded her work on my ankles and I craned my head back to see what she was doing next. She was, in fact, holding up my discarded jeans and pulling out the leather belt still entwined in their loops. This next part was cruel. She threaded the belt through my bound wrists and ankles before feeding the loose end through the buckle and pulling. I gasped as I was pulled back into the hog-tie. She judged that I was sufficiently taut before fastening the buckle at the appropriate belt hole.
"Oww!" I exclaimed timidly.
"Ok," she said as she pulled the duvet up over my inert form. "I think you'll be more comfortable on your side Steve."
As if making the decision for me she pulled my legs and arms down towards the wall side of our bed leaving me facing 'her' side of the bed. I wriggled to try to place more of my weight on my back. This left my hogtied arms and legs splayed a little to one side.
"Comfy?
"Er..."
"Good."
She slipped out of her robe and climbed into bed next to me.
In a state of semi shock at this rapid and unprecedented turn of events I registered the light going off and the resulting absolute blackness of the bedroom. Rhi cuddled up to me and kissed me on the forehead. Her default good humour now seemed restored yet she had somehow contrived to make me feel even hornier than I had earlier. In fact, hornier than I had ever felt! But I dared not speak or twitch a muscle. I had never seen my wife like this before and I was a little overawed.
About ten minutes must have passed during which I tried to ascertain whether I was going to be able to sleep in this position. I was not feeling great discomfort you understand but I couldn't say that being hog-tied was conducive to sleep either! I assumed that Rhi must herself now be asleep. Wrong again. I felt her hand reach for my red-hot shaft.
"My goodness Steve! You're still as hard as anything."
A brief pause as she considered the implications.
"Steve, are you actually enjoying being tied up?" she asked carefully.
I didn't know what to say. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could sense rather than see her looking down at me with her bent arm supporting her head.
A sharp intake of breath.
"You are, aren't you?" she giggled delightedly and kissed me as if admonishing a child's little peccadillo. "Oh! Bless...!"
I said nothing, being hugely ashamed.
"Well one thing's for sure, you're not going sleep much when you're feeling this horny are you, lover?" she cooed rather roguishly, her face close to mine.
I was about to respond when she smoothly clamped her hand over my mouth. With infinite patience and gentle action she started to fondle my iron-hard cock with her free hand. I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to show me this kindness but her hand still sealed my lips.
"Shhhh, sweetheart. No talking."
She didn't let go of either my cock or mouth and I felt my molten hot juices begin to come to the boil. She sensed my impending explosion and changed her manipulation to a gentler, slower squeeze as I grunted involuntarily into her soap-smelling palm. She milked every last hot drop from my twitching member before releasing her gagging grip.
I took a deep, ragged inhalation. Rhi leant over me and kissed me lovingly.
"Sorry I was cross earlier, I'm so tired. But I'm afraid you get to stay tied though'"
In my state of near syncope I felt the bed lightly lurch as Rhian got off. She returned with some wet-wipes and gently cleaned the gunk which was running down my navel onto our bed-sheets. I was passed caring. I only had a dim awareness of Rhian pulling the belt from her bath robe and folding it in two. She kissed me on the lips ever so gently once again.
"I love you." she stated.
I was in heaven and registered only sleepy surprise as she gently placed the thick towelling material between my parted lips before drawing it around the back of my head and tying it securely.
"Mmmphh?"
She made some tender adjustments to my gag ensuring it did not bite into the sides of my mouth too much before brushing my lips lightly with hers.
"Now you've had what you wanted perhaps we can both get some sleep, hey? Nos da."