We’d played this game before, but it had been a while. She ran up to change and I set the stage: I quickly turned off all the lights on the main level. In the living room, I picked up the small coffee table and moved it to the living room, leaving nothing but the ‘L’ shaped couch and matching chair. I left the TV on, with the backlight giving the room a dim, purple glow. Nothing in the way, no sharp edges, nothing dangerous. I grabbed the bottle of wine and two glass and set them next to me on the steps down to the sunken living room. Lastly, I opened up a box of my Pro V1 golf balls. I got down on the soft carpet and crawled around, hiding 6 balls in various spots in the room. Behind the curtains, under the couch, in the corner near the little dog bed. I was all set.
Nervous excitement ran through me and I was already starting to firm up. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom and slowly opened the door. There, my wife sat on the edge of the bed with a little smirk on her face. I had to pause to look at her. Black lace leggings, up to her thighs, a strappy “bra” that was cup less, framing her perfect perky tits. A pearl necklace. And the blindfold.