Try Something New

Chapter 1

"Come on, honey, I know it's a little weird, but we've got to start somewhere," my wife, Rachel, said gently, her eyes searching mine for a hint of agreement.

I nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope. Our therapist had suggested we try new things to revive the spark in our relationship. This was definitely a new thing. Rachel had always been the more adventurous one in the kitchen, so her proposal of a blindfolded dinner didn't come as a complete surprise. She had a mischievous glint in her eye as she tied the scarf around my head. The warmth of her breath against my cheek was the last thing I felt before the world went dark.

The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air, and I heard the clinking of silverware against plates as Rachel prepared our meal. She guided me to my seat, and I felt the softness of the chair cushion as I sat down. The anticipation grew with every passing second. Finally, she took my hand and placed a spoonful of something warm and creamy in my mouth. It was heavenly, a flavor I hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. Rachel giggled as I savored the taste, trying to guess what it was. Her touch was tender, and the way she fed me was almost... intimate.

As the meal went on, Rachel's voice grew softer, more seductive. She described each bite with a passion that made me realize how much she'd missed this connection between us. The tension in my chest began to ease, and I felt my body respond in ways it hadn't in a long time. With the blindfold on, my other senses were heightened, making the textures and flavors more intense. Rachel's hand brushed against my cheek, and I turned towards her, feeling the warmth of her skin.

The room grew quieter, the only sounds the occasional sizzle from the kitchen and our shared breaths. Rachel's fingers traced my jawline before she leaned in to whisper the name of the dish. "It's a mushroom risotto," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. A shiver ran down my spine, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The therapist's advice had been simple, but it was working in ways I hadn't anticipated.