This is her favorite game.

When she greets him at the front door in her robe he knows it means three things.

1) She's been to the store.

2) She wants to play.

3) He's going to have the time of his life.

They can't get to the bedroom fast enough, laughing and giggling as they race up the stairs. She wins - he is a gentleman after all - and when he gets into the bedroom she is waiting, rope in hand. He knows the deal, stripping down and lying on the bed, arms stretched above his head.

His wrists are bound together. Those in turn are tied to the headboard. Only then does she reveal her surprise. She lets the robe drop from her shoulders and it pools around her bare feet.

Oh... she hasn't worn white since our wedding night.

The sheer white material does nothing to conceal her body. If anything it accents her features, showcasing them with a soft white hue. Thin straps keep her shoulders bare, just the way he likes them. Her nipples, hard and pink, tease him from behind the thin fabric. The only part of the ensemble that covers anything is the small triangular thong.

She looks angelic.

He tugs at his arms, wanting to reach for her, but he can't. She has gotten better with the knots. The first few times he had been able to pull free, but now... now he was not going to touch until she decided it was time.

Moving up his body, she delivers multiple sensations at once. Her warm breath tickles his inner thigh as she crawls up between his legs. Her breasts, covered in mesh, glide across his chest. The lacy ruffles at her waist tease him when she straddles his lap. With a bite of her lip, she presses her thinly covered pussy down against his bare cock. A low groan, the first of many, rises from his chest.

He loves this game too.