The back door to her home creaked as I nudged it open, and I cringed anticipating her voice searching me out in the darkness from a distant room. But there was no voice and I breathed out with relief as I stepped inside and gently closed the door, now cut off from the storm outside. I knew her family was out of town and wouldn't be back until the next day but this was an intrusion, an uninvited intrusion and she was always so clear that my role in her life was as her a lover, a Friday after hours fuck in the office to relieve the tension of the week. We promised each other our families couldn’t be made to suffer or our careers to be compromised. I was betraying her trust but I was hungry and driven beyond my common sense. Fuck, why wasn’t she answering my messages! She's never showed her other life to me, that married one and hardly even spoke of it. Would I be welcome in her home, in her bedroom if I made it that far? Doubt flooded through my mind and all confidence drained and my limbs felt heavy. I was crossing a moral boundary in the dark of this stormy night silently stepping through the terrain of her other life, uninvited. This might be the end of us. Silently, slowly I stepped through the kitchen, the floor boards squeaked as I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and still no voice called out. I looked up at a soft light edging its way from around the door of an upstairs bedroom at the top of the landing. Doubt filled my mind again so I stopped there, unable to continue. I know she would be there, but what was I doing in her home, her private other life, in the darkness, with that gnawing hunger in the pit of my belly? The reality of what I was doing seeped into my bones and it felt so completely wrong. I didn't want to be there, this isn't me ... is it? Surely I'm not one of those kind of men that searches for what he wants in the dark. Standing at the bottom of the stairs I longed to shout 'this isn't me', 'I don't do this' but the need, the hunger, was stronger. Since meeting her I knew things would change, but by god how could I be here now, seeking what I want in the dark- I had a family at home I should be thinking about! The need was tearing my reason to pieces and compelling me forward against my better self. If only I could have her, surely I could reason again and come out of this darkness. I realized then, that the light from the crack of the almost closed door above was my only possible salvation. Surely she would forgive me. But in the light what would I be before her? A man she could embrace or just a night crawler, unlovable. I put my foot on the first step and felt both man and beast struggle within, I hated the light, I hated myself. At the top of the stairs standing close up against the door it felt as though my pounding heart could be heard throughout the house. But she did not call out. As I peered slowly around the edge of the door I could see the dim light of two half melted candles on either side of her bed along with a tray of ice on the night stand. Clothes were strewn at the base of her bed and suddenly my heart stopped! This couldn't be real! My eyes saw but I couldn't understand! How? Why? She lay naked upon the turned back sheets. Arms and legs stretched out and bound by black strips of cloth to the four corners of her bed. All except her right arm which lay next to her torso, the black cloth loose about her wrist and unconnected at the other end. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, this couldn't be real? But wait, there had to be someone else here! Panic gripped my mind and I struggled to understand what was happening in this strange house; struggled to move against the pounding of my own heart. Seconds passed and slowly and with great concentration I was able to scan anxiously about the room. No, there didn't seem to be anyone else.... but how did she get like this? I waited and listened and looked, conscious that I could not see clearly the dimly lit corners of the room, could hear no other sounds. No other sounds except the sporadic patter of rain against the windows driven by the wind. I stood peering around the door frozen struggling to understand the scene before me, 'Was she alright? What if she was hurt or worse?' 'Who did this to her'! A pulse of fear and concern shot through my belly and I struggled to remain quiet and still. Then my eyes rested upon the slow up and down movement of her chest. The rhythmic movement was slow and steady, and her mouth hung slightly open, she didn’t move. Watching I realized she was only asleep and everything seemed calm and in the absence of any obvious danger I again struggled to understand what I saw. And as I stood there with questions and no answers the tingle of fear and alertness began to fade and relief flooded through me in its place. She was safe, we were safe – I thought. But I still could not understand how she came to be like this. I pulled the door slowly open, tread softly through and moved toward her with as much purposeful stealth as I could muster. 'Yes she is sleeping and she looks fine' I thought as I made my way carefully to the side of her bed. 'My god she's beautiful' echoed around in my mind, and I wondered how this scene could come to present itself to me. Surely I, who pursued my desire in the darkness, didn't deserve to have her laid out before me like a banquet of delight? And yet we always shared ourselves openly. But this was beyond our previous sexual forays. I watched her transfixed by the unexpected image and the ache of desire began to grow in my belly. 'Perhaps she knew I was coming?' 'Yes, of course she set this up for me, for us. We had discussed role play and bondage on numerous occasions during our Friday rendezvous, our minds far from wives, husbands, children and obligations. We reveled in the freedom of our elicit affair so of course on this weekend when her family was away she somehow knew I'd come, set the scene, and fell sound asleep waiting. Of course, it all made sense now. I looked at her adoringly. And a thought, 'but how did she know I’d come? It wasn’t arranged and her home was always off limits' With no answering thought to quell my perplexed state the question drifted away and in the dim light I became aware of the movements of her breath and the slow undulations of her breasts. 'How perfect' I thought, 'how completely desirable', and very slowly so as not to wake her I secured the tie on her right arm to the remaining corner bed post and cinched it gently tight, her arm now extended fully out from her body. She was now totally secure and blindfolded, totally available to me, vulnerable and mine to have in any way I desired. Feeling now safe I looked her up and down and reveled in the soft curves, folds and textures of her body. I kissed her ever so softly on her lips, not wanting, not daring to wake her. She moaned softly and whispered 'about time, what took you so long?' A tray of half melted ice cubes was within reach and I silently reached for one and placed it against her full lips – she sucked on it slowly, deliciously, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration beneath the cloth. I moved the ice carefully down her chin leaving a trail of wet as it slide under her chin and slowly down her hot throat. Her neck throbbed with the beating of her heart and a single drop of water slide down the side, reflecting the flame of a candle. She smiled anticipating the movement. Her smile beckoned me and not being able to resist the sight of her full bottom lip which I long adored I kissed and sucked it gently. Her warm breath caressed my mouth and I fought the temptation to fall passionately into her warmth. Parting my lips from hers I continued the ice journey down the middle of her chest and slowly around the bottom of her left breast, rising up the outside, over the top, making every decreasing circles and coming to rest against her erect nipple. She shuddered and moaned. I pressed my hot open mouth slowly but firmly over her and sucked her gently in. She thrust against me and moaned and the softness warmed and gave itself to me. I could feel the heat radiate from her body, see the soft warm light of the candles on her subtle curving skin and smell the intoxicating scent of her flesh. Senses caressed and tempted I resisted the urge to fall into her intoxication, and the hunger fighting against my reason urged me on. With another piece of ice I traced another line slowly around the bottom of her right breast and as I moved around the bottom of that soft globular curve I wondered how just this one single line could be so beautiful. At that moment I understood how the allure of Helen pulled so many Trojans and Greeks to their death, and I realized that this is the reason we are having this affair, and this is the reason I was here tonight, risking it all. To appreciate and experience the exquisite splendor of a life well lived we knew it was a risk that had to be taken, there simply was no choice. Ever decreasing circles and once again the hard coldness rested against her erect nipple, bumps appeared on her skin and she shrank away from the touch, her skin quivering and the expression of her face changing from one of soft pleasure to sweet agony. Not wanting her to linger in that state I immediately applied my hot open mouth over her breast and pulled her in, holding her there and resting my tongue against her nipple. After a few moments I released her and ran my tongue around flicking it over her, relishing the feel of her beneath my lips and tongue. 'Yes' I thought. 'This is worth everything!' She moaned again in response as I gently pulled her nipple with my lips and I repeated the movement and increased the pressure each time, and again I could feel her push against me, moaning, pleading. Our hunger deepening I moved on. The ice moved slowly down the mid-line of her abdomen and circled into her navel resting there for a few moments until her navel pooled with cold liquid. With my tongue I traced along the same line embracing with my senses the heat and scent of her body. I loved the shape of her tummy, the lines of her sides as they met her hips, the gentle undulations about her middle. Her tummy protruded gently and I adored how this shape counter balanced the curve of her buttocks so perfectly. I reflected briefly on how easy it is to love the little imperfections of your sweetheart's body simply because they are hers. Because it is hers it becomes desirable and how sweet to embrace that intimacy that brings you into each other, lost in the other. I allowed my tongue to slip into her navel and rest there, my lips closing around and with gently movements licked and sucked away the water there. She giggled and I felt myself smile. I could feel the movements of her tummy, the heaving of her breaths, her warmth and even the beat of her heart and it felt as if I was so close to the center of her existence, like being finally home again in the bosom of a long lost love. For a moment I wanted to rest my head there and stay forever. But this was about her pleasure and my hunger – and the urge rose up and quickly moved me on. As her pleasure and anticipation increased so did my hunger and I wanted her, to taste her to consume her with every atom of my senses, and this hunger from the pit of my being enveloped me and flavored all of my thoughts and feelings. Was this really for her? No, this was absolutely for me. But of course there is no giver, no receiver and I realized this is a dance of our desires wrapped up together and indistinguishable. I was lost in her and I wanted, in fact no, I needed to taste all of her. My mouth watered as I slowly ran a fresh cube from her navel down across her lower tummy and angled toward the left inner crease at the join of her left thigh. She pulled back, it was sensitive there and the ice felt so cold, but I held it against her and forced her to feel its icy claw grab at her as it moved down the crease along the side of her moist lips. Her thigh quivered and she tried to pull her knees together, but the ties and my body held them open. I move my head down and moved my tongue along the crease and sucked gently to warm her, feeling the softness of her thigh on one cheek and her smooth, ever so soft feel of her pussy on the other. She took care of herself and paid attention to the intimate areas of her body. She did it for her and for me, she did for our experience and love of beauty and I adored her for that. How I loved the look of her, so beautiful and clean, and we both loved to feel it's silky sweet sensations. It wanted, it demanded my attention and I couldn't resist her gorgeous charm and its secrets within. She relaxed and opened - I could see her glistening moisture in the candlelight, sense her warm scent and my mouth watered and my hunger pulled at me mercilessly. I held back and with my mouth still caressing her I moved across her wetness and down the crease on the other side. She moaned and moved her pelvis upward slowly in anticipation and as she did so I ran the ice slowly down the lips of her pussy and pushed it slowly inside her keeping a hold of it. She shuddered and I ran the ice back up and held it over her clit. I could sense the cold shoot up her body as she shook and she groaned, pulled away and tried to close her legs, pulling against the ties. My tongue dripped as I lowered it onto her clit to warm her, and I slowly closed my lips and sucked gently. She lifted her pelvis upward and I moved with her maintaining my position making love to that most sweet part of her. She held herself up, begging me to take away the cold and we lingered there momentarily and then, I slid my tongue slowly down between her lips sucking them gently to warm them. I was absorbed in the taste of her moisture, her slipperiness, her soft warmth and scent. There was nothing else to perceive as I moved my tongue down searching her out, sliding inside of her, and as my hunger growled she moaned her approval. The final dance had begun. Consumed by desire and no longer holding it back I took her and consumed her in turn. I plunged my senses into her, repeatedly my tongue slid up and flicked at her clit, circled it, teased it, pulled at it and plunged back down again. Sometimes the pressure was light, other times heavy, directly or circling and at times as I plunged down she lifted herself up and I could bring my tongue down and into her deepest intimacy. My hunger demanded that I have all of her, every secret hidden place and I relished every fold, every dark place and I relished it like a beast. Here in the light I was a beast after all, from deep within me I was a beast and there was no secret she could keep safe from me. And in her excitement she opened herself up to me fully, and we danced an exquisite dance of desire and pleasure. As I continued to move up and down exploring, searching her out and teasing her, I could feel her movements quicken and her tension and strain building, and I became aware of a pressure between my legs, my cock pushing against its constraints. In a brief movement I was freed and I moved up and slid myself into her and I heard the growl of a beast come up from deep within me, and while she writhed and moaned I plunged again and again and again over and over, and ground myself into her and she whimpered in helplessly abandon, and together we soared. And while we danced our tongues met and strained to penetrate, our hunger wanting ever more and more while a pressure of pure pleasure began to rise up below my belly. And as the pressure of the pleasure rose, it began to spread out in all directions over my body, all my effort was in driving myself into her, to give myself totally up to her, and just then I heard her moans reaching their crescendo and the sound of her pleasure drove me mercilessly beyond into my own helpless abandonment. With a blinding explosion of pleasure that lifted from the pit of my belly I felt my body tense as the exquisite, all consuming fiery pleasure ripping through me and I could feel my hot fluid pumping from my body into her. Wave upon wave we exploded into each other in insensible ecstasy while she hungrily received my spasmodic spurts and beneath me through the ecstasy I could feel her squeeze me, and she squeezed and I pumped over and over until every last drop of ecstasy was pulled from us both and there we dwelled for unmeasurable time. I collapsed with her into complete exhaustion, still inside her and I could feel the beast calm and our breathing slow as I removed the blind fold from her eyes. I held her face gently and searched for her in her eyes, and then heard the moaning. But I didn't comprehend as I looked at her and she directed my gaze to the corner of the room. Barely visible in the shallow warm light I recognized my lover's friend, sat with one foot up resting on the chair, knee angled outward, caressing herself. We looked at each other and smiled and agreed she was gorgeous as we continued to watch her adoringly. Her movements quickened and became increasingly urgent while she hung her head backward totally absorbed in her pleasure, giving herself up to us completely. Moans welled up from within her as she came in wave after wave and we were transfixed and enchanted. She was beautiful and we loved her. As her breath slowed she lifted her head and looked at us smiling. We motioned to her and she came and laid down between us. I didn't ask how this came to be - was this planned or had I interrupted? It just didn't seem to matter. We embraced feeling safe, contented and warm in each others arms relishing the new secret closeness we all shared. And soon, under the warmth and joy the familiar sweet ache stirring once again.