My friend 's fib

rick 's WIFE 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For respective weeks, our life went on pretty often as normal.
Linda had resisted my attempts to give HIM identified. My smell
had been a piffling hurt since I felt that her reticence implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incidental drib. I think
I could deliver 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 phantasy for me, and I stopped pushing the issue.
As for Linda, it took a few twenty-four hours for me to fully win over her
that not only was everything alright between us, but that I had
immensely enjoyed the game. She had offered to barricade now rather
than risk any trouble between us, but I had reassured her that it
had been a enormous 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 `` parting two. '' Grinning, she had
squeezed my backside, winked, and said, `` You think so, huh ? '' Jeez !
On a Thursday night, about three workweek after the `` fling, '' as
we euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some pots and
pans while I dried.
I wrapped my munition around her from behind, pressed her up
against the sinkhole, and gently began to move my hips and groin
against her bed. 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 item kind of playing period. The
provision of nutrient, etc., is only a lowly function ).
`` I need you to stop at the stock on your way home from work
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we necessitate ? '' 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 boob from the outside of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton balls, some masking tape recording and a few other odds
and terminal, '' she said matter-of-factly.
My ears suddenly pricked up. It was not lost on me that the
'' fling '' had happened on a Friday. Three hebdomad ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton fiber balls and masking tape ? 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 little surprise
you might give birth in shop for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` Darling, if I told you the verity, you would n't get a well
nighttime 's sleep. You 're like a nipper on Christmas Eve. ``
She was in good order. I didn't.
I did n't fulfill a damn thing at work on Fri. I had
butterflies in my stomach for virtually of the day. I left a footling
early ( boss'prerogative ), and made it rest home by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` detail '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the private road. So she was home this time.
Opening the front room access, I stepped in and looked around. The family
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both pro and had
little time for housework, we employed a cleanup inspection and repair during
the week. But when she did have the meter, Linda was meticulous in
her workplace. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous flower
arrangement on the aliveness way mantle and a hollo fire below.
Linda stepped around the niche and smiled.
She took my intimation away. She wore a good length powder-blue
evening frock that was dangerously low-cut, her best ivory
necklace, heels and a fairly Patrick Victor Martindale White bow in her hair. She ran and
hugged me like we had n't seen each other in a month. We kissed
like newlyweds.
`` Hi, sexy ! '' she said with a grin.
`` Darling, I 'm absolutely stunned. You 've outdone yourself.
`` fountainhead, it did need a little study. I 'll take that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` Dinner will be fix by the time you finish showering. Do n't
dress up when you 're done. Wear your normal slobbish attire. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish attire ? '' I
asked, taking another looking at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're told tonight, cock. 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 poached salmon with dill sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine German Patrick Victor Martindale White. afters was a simple
bowlful of chilled, fresh razz in cream. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the livelihood room.
I settled on the couch and began to sip the 50 year old
liqueur. Linda sat on the floor between my animal foot with her legs
curled up under her.
`` fountainhead, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to appreciate your fantasies more
each time. ``
`` I 'm glad, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to fare, though.
You may desire to keep back discernment until the end of the night. ``
The brandy 's favourable suntan in my throat and stomach had begun to
relax every muscle in my consistency. I felt ready for anything.
`` We need to blab out, beloved, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do remember our understanding and agreement, do n't you ?
This is my phantasy, and I expect you to cooperate in every way. ``
She moved up to her knees to look into my eyes.
`` Whatever happens, commemorate that I love you, and ONLY you, ''
she said slowly, those emerald putting green middle boring into my psyche.
'' Remember to slack, to let matter diddle out. to the highest degree of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you understand and accord ? ``
Here come the butterflies. `` Yes, babe. This is your night.
Let 's be decadent and juicy, '' I said, holding her hands in mine.
She looked searchingly into my middle for a recollective time. I think
she found the confidence that was there and that she was looking for,
because she smiled, rose and kissed me on the forehead.
`` Do n't go. I 'll be redress 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 regretful, but
I 'm hoping that, if things work out like I think they will, you
wo n't lose your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton gently over my
eyes, then the blindfold. The cotton fiber cut off that slight orbit just
under my eyes along the bridge of my nose that I had always been
able to peek through before. The tape held the blindfold and
cotton fiber firmly in place.
`` Your brandy brandy glass is full. Relax and enjoy it. Let me
know if you need a visit to the restroom, and I 'll help oneself you. '' She
snickered. `` Things should begin in about 10 minutes, as soon as
our Edgar Albert Guest arrive. ``
`` Guests ? Did you say Guest ? I 'm indisputable I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's redress. Guests. You know, like in visitant. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to happen ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the naughtiest, most connive fiddling
tease ! ''
The `` guests '' 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 open it. softened voices.
Footsteps. Two duad ? Three ? Movement around me. Other noises.
Then quiet. A cough. A virile cough. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly well-to-do considering I was sitting blindfolded
in battlefront of total unknown ( s ) in my own home.
`` Good evening, peter. It 's a joy to conform to you, although
these are somewhat interest destiny. My name is William. ``
His voice was very deep. 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 well-disposed merging. In fact, it was
to stage this little get together. By the way, there are four
people in this way. You, your wife, myself and my wife. My
wife 's name is Breigha. While it makes slight difference what my
profession is, I can enjoin you that my wife is a very good
photographer, 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 interrogative sentence at
a previous time. ``
`` So. Where to set out ? 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 cooperate and
do as you 're told. I appreciate that and will expect it from you
and from Linda. Our first ground rule is that no-one, other than
myself, will verbalise in this room unless spoken to first. Do we have
agreement ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` Good. Your wife has determined the ecumenical outline of what
will encounter tonight. I have a very trench admiration for her
imagination, as well as for her honest looks and word.
You 're a lucky man, Saint Peter the Apostle. What she has not determined, however,
are the many contingent that, as I 'm for sure you realize being the
professional you are, make all the difference. In that respect,
she will be as much in the shadow, so to speak, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` goodness. The `` world-wide outline '' is as follows. showtime,
everything that takes stead will be photographed by my wife in
peachy detail for your and Linda 's viewing delight down the years,
although I would suggest keeping it out of the household album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my wife 's participation. Second, I am
going to make love to your wife, putz. It will be an honor and a
delight, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to attend to me. Not
to participate, per se, but to make Linda More `` available, '' more
'' easily accessible, '' shall we say. things will go clearer, I
promise. I must tell you that although I consider myself bisexual,
there will be no target intimate action, as such, between you and
I. At least hardly any. ``
right field. THAT financial statement took the ambiguous prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use graphic and
explicit language. 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 practically given me free reign as
far as the kinds of pleasantries we will indulge in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your lyric, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her articulation had a quiver in it.
`` I 'm glad. I think I 'm going to savour this as much as you and
putz. We all understand, then, that this is purely a lilliputian
sexual risky venture for everyone. That afterward, my wife and I
return to our human race, and both of you to yours. I do not anticipate
either of you to ever contact us again. Although that may be a
ignominy, it 's necessity. On a final note before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a woman more in passion with her
husband than Linda is with you. Did you eff that, tool ? How
much she loves you ? ``
I nodded, a little embarassed and not knowing if anyone was
even looking at me.
`` All right. Breigha, favorite, you may get down setting up.
Linda, would you be so kind as to fetch me a glass of scotch ? Just
a little ice, please. Thank you. Are you comfortable, pecker ? ``
`` I 'm hunky-dory, '' I mumbled. I could feel the heat from the
fireplace as various sounds I interpreted as `` television camera setting up ''
noises came from the other incline of the living elbow room. I had heard
Linda pick up my void snifter beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her helping hand on mine for the brief of moments. The alcohol
put me in a mellow haze, made time slow up down, and made the
toleration of what was about to happen much comfortable than if I had
not been drinking.
Well, I thought, set down your windsock and seize your .... Here we
go on another lovely little roller-coaster drive .