My protagonist 's story

Rick 's WIFE 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For several hebdomad, our life went on pretty a great deal as pattern.
Linda had resisted my endeavor to have HIM identified. My smell
had been a little hurt since I felt that her reticence implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incident drop. I think
I could have gotten her to tell me if I had been more relentless,
but I had suddenly realized that his anonymity contributed to the
eroticism of the illusion for me, and I stopped pushing the issue.
As for Linda, it took a few twenty-four hour period for me to fully convince her
that not only was everything alright between us, but that I had
immensely enjoyed the biz. She had offered to break now rather
than risk any job between us, but I had reassured her that it
had been a grand turn-on for me. Our reciprocal 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 Th night, about three calendar week after the `` offer, '' as
we euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some pots and
goat god while I dried.
I wrapped my coat of arms around her from tooshie, pressed her up
against the sink, and gently began to run my hips 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 play. The
preparation of food, etc., is only a secondary coil mathematical function ).
`` I need you to stop at the store on your way place from work
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we need ? '' My cock was unbending 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 outside of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton fiber balls, some cover tape and a few early odds
and ends, '' she said matter-of-factly.
My ears suddenly pricked up. It was not lost on me that the
'' fling '' had happened on a Fri. Three weeks ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton fiber balls and masking tapeline ? thralldom .... ? We already
had a small stash of `` restraining '' toy. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her shoulders.
`` This would n't give anything to do with a short surprise
you might have in depot for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` Darling, if I told you the truth, you would n't get a good
night 's sleep. You 're like a fry on Xmas Eve. ``
She was right hand. I didn't.
I did n't action a damn thing at work on Friday. I had
butterfly stroke in my stomach for well-nigh of the day. I left a little
early ( boss'exclusive right ), and made it domicile by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` items '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the driveway. So she was home this meter.
Opening the forepart door, I stepped in and looked around. The house
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both professionals and had
little time for housekeeping, we employed a cleaning overhaul during
the workweek. But when she did ingest the sentence, Linda was meticulous in
her work. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous flush
arrangement on the living room mantle and a roaring fire below.
Linda stepped around the turning point and smiled.
She took my hint away. She wore a full-of-the-moon length powder-blue
evening dress that was dangerously low-cut, her skilful pearl
necklace, heels and a pretty White River bow in her hairsbreadth. She ran and
hugged me like we had n't seen each former in a calendar 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 piece of work. I 'll acquire that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` Dinner will be make by the time you finish showering. Do n't
dress up when you 're done. assume your pattern slobbish dress. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish garb ? '' I
asked, taking another flavor at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're secernate tonight, putz. 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 slump, a
jumper and my loafers. We dined on poached salmon with Anethum graveolens sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine German language whiteness. sweet was a simple
bowl of chilled, fresh hoot in cream. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the life way.
I settled on the couch 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 clip. ``
`` I 'm happy, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to come, though.
You may want to withhold judgement until the end of the night. ``
The brandy 's prosperous burn in my throat and tummy had begun to
relax every brawniness in my body. I felt make for anything.
`` We need to talk, dear, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do remember our understanding and agreement, do n't you ?
This is my fantasy, and I expect you to cooperate in every way. ``
She moved up to her knees to look into my eyes.
`` Whatever happens, remember that I love you, and ONLY you, ''
she said slowly, those emerald common heart boring into my soulfulness.
'' Remember to relax, to let things play out. about of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you understand and agree ? ``
Here come the butterfly. `` Yes, babe. This is your night.
Let 's be effete and naughty, '' I said, holding her hands in mine.
She looked searchingly into my eyes 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 actuate. I 'll be right back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a mo later with a blindfold, the cotton, and
the tape.
`` You 're not going to be capable to see anything that happens
tonight. I know how visually stimulated you are. I 'm sorry, but
I 'm hoping that, if affair work out like I think they will, you
wo n't lose your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton gently over my
optic, then the blindfold. The cotton wool cut off that trivial area just
under my middle along the bridgework of my nose that I had always been
able to peek through before. The tape held the blindfold and
cotton wool firmly in place.
`` Your brandy snifter is to the full. Relax and revel it. Let me
know if you need a visit to the toilet facility, and I 'll help you. '' She
snickered. `` Things should begin in about 10 min, as soon as
our client arrive. ``
`` Guests ? Did you say guest ? I 'm sure I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's right. client. You know, like in visitor. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to fall out ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the juicy, most intrigue little
ribbing ! ''
The `` guests '' must feature been early, because the bell rang.
Linda leaned down and whispered, `` Enjoy, babe. Remember that I 'm
still your wife tomorrow and after. ``
I heard her motility to the door and open it. damp vocalisation.
step. Two pair ? Three ? Movement around me. Other noises.
Then quiet. A cough. A male coughing. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly well-situated considering I was sitting blindfolded
in strawman of total stranger ( s ) in my own home.
`` Good evening, Peter. It 's a pleasure to fulfil you, although
these are somewhat interesting circumstances. My name is William. ``
His vox was very thick. It had that self-assured calibre I
associate degree with my compeer who have, and are used to wielding, power.
`` I 've had the pleasure of meeting your married woman once before, but
I can secure you it was a purely well-disposed meeting. In fact, it was
to arrange this trivial get together. By the way, there are four
people in this room. You, your married woman, myself and my wife. My
wife 's gens is Breigha. While it makes piffling difference what my
profession is, I can tell you that my married woman is a very in effect
lensman, and that she has all of her equipment here tonight. ``
`` The details of how and why your wife contacted us are also of
short relevance. I assume Linda will answer all your inquiry at
a later time. ``
`` So. Where to start ? I am here at your wife 's legacy. It
appears that we are going to get somewhat friendly and adumbrate
over the next few hour. 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, former than
myself, will utter in this room unless spoken to first. Do we take in
agreement ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` Good. Your wife has determined the general outline of what
will happen tonight. I have a very deep hold for her
vision, as well as for her good spirit and intelligence operation.
You 're a favourable man, Peter. What she has not determined, however,
are the many details that, as I 'm sure you realize being the
professional person you are, make all the departure. In that respect,
she will be as much in the dark, so to speak, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` good. The `` general lineation '' is as follows. low gear,
everything that takes billet will be photographed by my married woman in
great detail for your and Linda 's showing joy down the eld,
although I would suggest keeping it out of the family album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my wife 's participation. bit, I am
going to draw roll in the hay to your wife, Peter. It will be an honour and a
pleasure, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to attend me. Not
to participate, per se, but to make Linda more `` useable, '' more
'' easily approachable, '' shall we say. matter will become clearer, I
hope. I must recount you that although I consider myself epicene,
there will be no take sexual activity, as such, between you and
I. At to the lowest degree hardly any. ``
Right. THAT instruction took the equivocal prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use graphical and
explicit spoken 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 free reign as
far as the kinds of pleasantries we will indulge in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your Bible, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her articulation had a quiver in it.
`` I 'm happy. I think I 'm going to savour this as much as you and
shaft. We all understand, then, that this is purely a little
sexual adventure for everyone. That afterward, my wife and I
return to our world, and both of you to yours. I do not expect
either of you to ever get through us again. Although that may be a
shame, it 's essential. On a final examination note before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a fair sex more in love with her
husband than Linda is with you. Did you know 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, dearie, you may begin setting up.
Linda, would you be so variety as to fetch me a shabu of Scotch malt whisky ? Just
a niggling ice, please. Thank you. Are you prosperous, Peter ? ``
`` I 'm o.k., '' I mumbled. I could palpate the passion from the
fireplace as several sound I interpreted as `` television camera setting up ''
interference came from the other side of the living elbow room. I had heard
Linda pick up my empty snifter beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her handwriting on mine for the briefest of moments. The alcohol
put me in a mellow haze, made metre retard down, and made the
acceptance of what was about to happen much soft than if I had
not been drinking.
fountainhead, I thought, dismiss your wind sock and seize your .... Here we
go on another lovely little roller-coaster ride .