My friend 's fib

wrick 's wife 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For various weeks, our life went on pretty much as pattern.
Linda had resisted my attempt to take HIM identified. My impression
had been a little hurt since I felt that her reserve implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incidental drop. I think
I could own gotten her to tell me if I had been more haunting,
but I had suddenly realized that his anonymity contributed to the
eroticism of the fantasy for me, and I stopped pushing the issue.
As for Linda, it took a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 endangerment any trouble between us, but I had reassured her that it
had been a tremendous turn-on for me. Our mutual understanding 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 `` fling, '' as
we euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some muckle and
goat god while I dried.
I wrapped my coat of arms around her from behind, pressed her up
against the cesspit, and gently began to be active my rose hip and groin
against her bottom. As ever, she pushed her buttocks back against
me and followed my rolling, grinding motion ( I believe that
kitchens were created by god for this especial kind of maneuver. The
preparation of food, etc., is only a secondary function ).
`` I need you to kibosh at the store on your way home from oeuvre
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we ask ? '' My pecker was rigid and rubbing
firmly in the whirl of her ass. I had stopped moving, but she had
continued the movement, rising on her toes and then slowly settling
down. I cupped her breast from the outside of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton balls, some masking tape measure and a few other odds
and ends, '' she said matter-of-factly.
My ears suddenly pricked up. It was not lost on me that the
'' go '' had happened on a Friday. Three weeks ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton wool balls and masking tape ? thrall .... ? We already
had a small cache of `` restraining '' toys. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her shoulder joint.
`` This would n't take in anything to do with a fiddling surprise
you might have in store for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` Darling, if I told you the truth, you would n't get a safe
night 's rest. You 're like a nestling on Christmas Eve. ``
She was right. I didn't.
I did n't reach a darned thing at work on Friday. I had
butterflies in my stomach for most of the day. I left a little
early ( boss'prerogative ), and made it home by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` particular '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the driveway. So she was home this time.
Opening the movement room access, I stepped in and looked around. The star sign
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both pro and had
fiddling time for housekeeping, we employed a cleanup service during
the week. But when she did have the prison term, Linda was punctilious in
her work. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous prime
arrangement on the livelihood way mantle and a holloa fire below.
Linda stepped around the corner and smiled.
She took my breath away. She wore a full length powder-blue
evening attire that was dangerously low-cut, her best bead
necklace, dog and a pretty white bow in her hair. She ran and
hugged me like we had n't seen each other in a calendar month. We kissed
like newlyweds.
`` Hi, sexy ! '' she said with a grin.
`` favourite, I 'm absolutely stunned. You 've outdone yourself.
`` wellspring, it did take a lilliputian workplace. I 'll take that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` dinner will be quick by the prison term you finish showering. Do n't
wearing apparel up when you 're done. wear your normal slobbish attire. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish dress ? '' I
asked, taking another feel at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're told tonight, shaft. 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 cord slacks, a
sweater and my loafers. We dined on poach Salmon with dill sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine High German white. Dessert was a simple
bowl of chilled, fresh raspberries in cream. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the animation room.
I settled on the put and began to sip the 50 year old
liqueur. Linda sat on the floor between my feet with her legs
curled up under her.
`` well, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to appreciate your fantasies more
each time. ``
`` I 'm gladiolus, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to come, though.
You may want to recoup judgement until the end of the nighttime. ``
The brandy 's lucky burning in my throat and venter had begun to
relax every muscle in my organic structure. I felt fix for anything.
`` We need to talk, love, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do think our understanding and accord, do n't you ?
This is my fantasy, and I expect you to get together in every way. ``
She moved up to her human knee to look into my eyes.
`` Whatever happens, remember that I love you, and ONLY you, ''
she said slowly, those emerald viridity oculus boring into my mortal.
'' Remember to slack up, to let things trifle out. Most of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you realize and agree ? ``
Here come the butterflies. `` Yes, baby. This is your night.
Let 's be decadent and naughty, '' I said, holding her men in mine.
She looked searchingly into my eyes for a farseeing 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 proceed. I 'll be right back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a moment later with a blindfold, the cotton plant, 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 sorry, but
I 'm hoping that, if things work out like I think they will, you
wo n't leave out your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton gently over my
eyes, then the blindfold. The cotton fiber cut off that fiddling area just
under my oculus along the bridge of my nozzle that I had always been
able to glance through before. The tape held the blindfold and
cotton firmly in place.
`` Your brandy snifter is full. Relax and bask it. Let me
know if you need a sojourn to the convenience, and I 'll assist you. '' She
snickered. `` matter should begin in about 10 minutes, as soon as
our guests arrive. ``
`` Guests ? Did you say Edgar Guest ? I 'm sure I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's rectify. invitee. You know, like in visitant. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to happen ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the naughtiest, most scheming little
ribbing ! ''
The `` node '' must hold been early, because the doorbell rang.
Linda leaned down and whispered, `` Enjoy, sister. Remember that I 'm
still your wife tomorrow and after. ``
I heard her movement to the threshold and open it. muffled vocalism.
footstep. Two pair ? Three ? bowel movement around me. Other dissonance.
Then quiet. A coughing. A male cough. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly comfortable considering I was sitting blindfolded
in front of add stranger ( s ) in my own home.
`` effective even, Peter. It 's a joy to meet you, although
these are somewhat interesting destiny. My name is William. ``
His voice was very cryptical. It had that self-assured quality I
companion 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 assure you it was a purely favorable meeting. In fact, it was
to coiffe this little get together. By the way, there are four
masses in this room. You, your wife, myself and my married woman. My
wife 's figure is Breigha. While it makes little difference what my
professing is, I can separate you that my wife is a very well
lensman, and that she has all of her equipment here tonight. ``
`` The details of how and why your wife contacted us are also of
little relevance. I assume Linda will answer all your questions at
a by and by metre. ``
`` So. Where to begin ? I am here at your wife 's bequest. It
appears that we are going to get somewhat friendly and intimate
over the next few hours. I understand that you will join forces and
do as you 're told. I appreciate that and will gestate it from you
and from Linda. Our showtime earth principle is that no-one, other than
myself, will speak in this room unless spoken to first. Do we experience
correspondence ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` commodity. Your wife has determined the general outline of what
will happen tonight. I have a very deep appreciation for her
vision, as well as for her good looks and tidings.
You 're a prosperous man, Peter. 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 respect,
she will be as a lot in the dark, so to utter, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` Good. The `` general abstract '' is as follows. First,
everything that takes place will be photographed by my married woman in
nifty detail for your and Linda 's showing pleasance down the years,
although I would intimate keeping it out of the syndicate album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my wife 's participation. moment, I am
going to hold lie with to your married woman, Peter. It will be an purity and a
pleasure, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to assist me. Not
to participate, per se, but to do Linda more `` usable, '' more
'' easily approachable, '' shall we say. things will become clearer, I
promise. I must tell you that although I consider myself bisexual,
there will be no directly sexual activity, as such, between you and
I. At least hardly any. ``
rightfield. THAT command took the ambiguous prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use graphic and
explicit oral communication. 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 detached reign as
far as the kind of pleasantries we will indulge in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your words, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her voice had a shudder in it.
`` I 'm happy. I think I 'm going to love this as much as you and
Peter. We all understand, then, that this is purely a picayune
intimate escapade for everyone. That afterward, my wife and I
return to our world, and both of you to yours. I do not await
either of you to ever get hold of us again. Although that may be a
pity, it 's necessary. On a final exam note before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a adult female more in passion with her
married man than Linda is with you. Did you sleep with 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, darling, you may begin setting up.
Linda, would you be so form as to bring in me a methamphetamine of malt whiskey ? Just
a little ice, please. Thank you. Are you comfortable, Peter ? ``
`` I 'm fine, '' I mumbled. I could feel the heat from the
open fireplace as various auditory sensation I interpreted as `` camera setting up ''
noises came from the former side of the living way. I had heard
Linda pick up my empty brandy glass beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her hand on mine for the briefest of moments. The alcohol
put me in a mellow daze, made time decelerate down, and made the
acceptance of what was about to pass off much easier than if I had
not been drinking.
Well, I thought, send away your drogue and take hold of your .... Here we
go on another cover girl little roller-coaster ride .