My friend 's chronicle

Rick 's WIFE 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For respective weeks, our life went on pretty much as formula.
Linda had resisted my try to have HIM identified. My feel
had been a lilliputian damage since I felt that her reserve implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incident fall. I think
I could have gotten her to tell me if I had been more persistent,
but I had suddenly realized that his anonymity contributed to the
eroticism of the fancy for me, and I stopped pushing the military issue.
As for Linda, it took a few days for me to fully convince her
that not only was everything alright between us, but that I had
immensely enjoyed the game. She had offered to stop now rather
than risk any problems between us, but I had reassured her that it
had been a awful turn-on for me. Our mutual reason was
that there had been no loving at all, only sex, between them. I
told her that I was ready for `` part two. '' Grinning, she had
squeezed my buttocks, winked, and said, `` You think so, huh ? '' Jeez !
On a Thursday night, about three weeks after the `` spree, '' as
we euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some pots and
cooking pan while I dried.
I wrapped my arms around her from fundament, pressed her up
against the sink, and gently began to run my pelvic arch and groin
against her bottom. As ever, she pushed her buttocks back against
me and followed my rolling, grinding move ( I believe that
kitchens were created by god for this particular kind of drama. The
preparation of food, etc., is only a secondary part ).
`` I need you to stop at the stock on your way place from piece of work
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we need ? '' My cock was rigid and rubbing
firmly in the crack of her ass. I had stopped moving, but she had
continued the motion, rising on her toes and then slowly settling
down. I cupped her breasts from the exterior of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton balls, some masking tape and a few former betting odds
and ends, '' she said matter-of-factly.
My ears suddenly pricked up. It was not lost on me that the
'' spree '' had happened on a Friday. Three weeks ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton musket ball and masking taping ? bondage .... ? We already
had a modest stash of `` restraining '' toys. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her shoulder.
`` This would n't have anything to do with a piddling surprise
you might have in entrepot for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` Darling, if I told you the truth, you would n't get a safe
night 's eternal rest. You 're like a baby on Christmas Eve. ``
She was right on. I didn't.
I did n't accomplish a shit thing at work on Fri. I had
butterflies in my stomach for virtually of the day. I left a lilliputian
early ( boss'exclusive right ), and made it home by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` token '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the driveway. So she was home this clock time.
Opening the straw man doorway, I stepped in and looked around. The family
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both professionals and had
little metre for housework, we employed a cleansing service during
the calendar week. But when she did hold the metre, Linda was meticulous in
her work. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous flower
agreement on the living room drape and a roaring fervour below.
Linda stepped around the nook and smiled.
She took my breath away. She wore a full length powder-blue
evening attire that was dangerously low-cut, her topper pearl
necklace, hound and a pretty white bow in her hair's-breadth. She ran and
hugged me like we had n't seen each former in a month. We kissed
like newlyweds.
`` Hi, sexy ! '' she said with a grin.
`` Darling, I 'm absolutely stunned. You 've outdone yourself.
`` Well, it did take a little work. I 'll take that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` Dinner will be ready by the prison term you finish showering. Do n't
dress up when you 're done. Wear your convention slobbish dress. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish attire ? '' I
asked, taking another flavour at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're told tonight, Peter. Be a good boy. ``
She hugged me again, and whispered `` I love you '' in my ear.
`` I love you, too. '' I said, and went up to shower.
I quickly showered, put on a pair of corduroy slacks, a
sweater and my loafers. We dined on boiled Salmon River with dill weed sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine German snowy. dessert was a simple
bowl of chilled, refreshed raspberries in cream. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the life room.
I settled on the sofa and began to sip the 50 year old
cordial. Linda sat on the floor between my feet with her legs
curled up under her.
`` fountainhead, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to appreciate your fantasy more
each time. ``
`` I 'm glad, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to total, though.
You may want to withhold judgement until the end of the night. ``
The brandy 's golden sunburn in my throat and stomach had begun to
relax every muscle in my body. I felt gear up for anything.
`` We need to talk, dear, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do remember our understanding and arrangement, do n't you ?
This is my illusion, and I expect you to cooperate in every way. ``
She moved up to her genu to look into my eyes.
`` Whatever happens, remember that I love you, and ONLY you, ''
she said slowly, those emerald super acid eyes boring into my soul.
'' Remember to unlax, to let matter play out. well-nigh of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you understand and check ? ``
Here come the butterfly. `` Yes, babe. This is your night.
Let 's be decadent and naughty, '' I said, holding her hands in mine.
She looked searchingly into my oculus for a long time. I think
she found the trust that was there and that she was looking for,
because she smiled, rose and kissed me on the forehead.
`` Do n't displace. I 'll be right on back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a present moment later with a blindfold, the cotton, and
the tape.
`` You 're not going to be able to see anything that happens
tonight. I know how visually stimulated you are. I 'm drear, but
I 'm hoping that, if affair work out like I think they will, you
wo n't lack your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton gently over my
eyes, then the blindfold. The cotton plant cut off that little area just
under my eyes along the bridgework of my nose that I had always been
capable to peek through before. The mag tape held the blindfold and
cotton plant firmly in place.
`` Your brandy snifter is fully. Relax and enjoy it. Let me
know if you need a visit to the comfort station, and I 'll help you. '' She
snickered. `` affair should begin in about 10 mo, as soon as
our guests arrive. ``
`` Edgar Albert Guest ? Did you say guests ? I 'm certain I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's mightily. Edgar Guest. You know, like in visitant. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to occur ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the naughtiest, most conniving little
tease ! ''
The `` guest '' must have been early, because the doorbell rang.
Linda leaned down and whispered, `` Enjoy, babe. Remember that I 'm
still your wife tomorrow and after. ``
I heard her move to the door and unfold it. stifle articulation.
footstep. Two pair ? Three ? Movement around me. other randomness.
Then quiet. A cough. A male cough. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly comfortable considering I was sitting blindfolded
in front of total alien ( s ) in my own home.
`` Good eventide, peter. It 's a pleasure to meet you, although
these are somewhat interesting circumstances. My public figure is William. ``
His spokesperson was very deep. It had that self-assured quality I
associate with my compeer who have, and are used to wielding, power.
`` I 've had the pleasure of meeting your wife once before, but
I can check you it was a purely friendly meeting. In fact, it was
to order this little get together. By the way, there are four
people in this room. You, your wife, myself and my wife. My
wife 's figure is Breigha. While it makes minuscule difference what my
professing is, I can say you that my wife is a very good
photographer, and that she has all of her equipment here tonight. ``
`` The contingent of how and why your married woman contacted us are also of
little relevance. I assume Linda will answer all your question at
a later on time. ``
`` So. Where to set about ? I am here at your wife 's bequest. It
appears that we are going to get somewhat friendly and intimate
over the future few minute. I understand that you will cooperate and
do as you 're told. I appreciate that and will expect it from you
and from Linda. Our low ground rule is that no-one, former than
myself, will speak in this room unless spoken to first. Do we have
accord ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` commodity. Your married woman has determined the superior general outline of what
will find tonight. I have a very deep appreciation for her
imagination, as well as for her practiced aspect and intelligence.
You 're a favorable man, pecker. What she has not determined, however,
are the many details that, as I 'm sure you realize being the
professional you are, make all the difference. In that regard,
she will be as much in the dark, so to talk, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` good. The `` general synopsis '' is as follows. First,
everything that takes berth will be photographed by my wife in
great detail for your and Linda 's viewing delight down the years,
although I would suggest keeping it out of the family album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my married woman 's participation. Second, I am
going to make get it on to your wife, Peter. It will be an honor and a
joy, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to attend to me. Not
to participate, per se, but to build Linda more `` available, '' to a greater extent
'' easily approachable, '' shall we say. matter will suit clearer, I
hope. I must tell you that although I consider myself epicene,
there will be no direct intimate activity, as such, between you and
I. At to the lowest degree hardly any. ``
Right. THAT statement took the ambiguous prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use computer graphic and
denotative words. She is, as many people are, aroused by it. But
you know that. I only mention it so that you are n't shocked. ``
`` Finally, Linda here has pretty much given me free reign as
far as the sort of pleasantries we will coddle in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your words, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her interpreter had a quiver in it.
`` I 'm glad. I think I 'm going to enjoy this as much as you and
putz. We all understand, then, that this is purely a minuscule
sexual adventure for everyone. That afterward, my wife and I
reappearance to our world, and both of you to yours. I do not wait
either of you to ever contact us again. Although that may be a
shame, it 's necessary. On a final examination note before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a woman more in love with her
hubby than Linda is with you. Did you get laid that, Peter ? How
much she loves you ? ``
I nodded, a little embarassed and not knowing if anyone was
even looking at me.
`` All right. Breigha, deary, you may lead off setting up.
Linda, would you be so kind as to bring me a glass of scotch ? Just
a little ice, please. Thank you. Are you comfortable, Peter ? ``
`` I 'm okay, '' I mumbled. I could feel the heat from the
hearth as various sound I interpreted as `` camera setting up ''
noises came from the other side of the livelihood way. I had heard
Linda pick up my hollow snifter beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her hand on mine for the abbreviated of consequence. The alcohol
put me in a mellow haze, made time slow down, and made the
acceptation of what was about to befall much easier than if I had
not been drinking.
fountainhead, I thought, drop your socks and grab your .... Here we
go on another endearing little roller-coaster ride .