Rick 'S Wife 3 Of 6


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haystack 's WIFE 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For several weeks, our life-time went on pretty practically as convention.
Linda had resisted my attack to have HIM identified. My feelings
had been a lilliputian hurt since I felt that her reserve implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incident drib. I think
I could have gotten her to tell me if I had been more pertinacious,
but I had suddenly realized that his anonymity contributed to the
eroticism of the fantasy for me, and I stopped pushing the effect.
As for Linda, it took a few Day for me to fully convert 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 job 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 `` component part two. '' Grinning, she had
squeezed my derriere, winked, and said, `` You think so, huh ? '' Jeez !
On a Thursday dark, about three weeks after the `` whirl, '' as
we euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some tidy sum and
genus Pan while I dried.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressed her up
against the sinkhole, and gently began to displace my rosehip and groin
against her bed. As ever, she pushed her buttocks back against
me and followed my rolling, grinding apparent motion ( I believe that
kitchens were created by god for this particular form of play. The
preparation of food, etc., is only a lowly procedure ).
`` I need you to blockade at the entrepot on your way home from work
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we need ? '' My cock was rigid and rubbing
firmly in the fling 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 breast from the outside of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton globe, some covering taping 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
'' fling '' had happened on a Friday. Three hebdomad ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton musket ball and masking tapeline ? thraldom .... ? We already
had a lowly stash of `` restraining '' plaything. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her articulatio humeri.
`` This would n't have anything to do with a little surprise
you might have in store for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` dearie, if I told you the true statement, you would n't get a good
Nox 's eternal rest. You 're like a baby on Yuletide Eve. ``
She was right. I didn't.
I did n't execute a tinker's dam affair at work on Fri. I had
butterfly stroke in my stomach for nigh of the day. I left a little
early ( boss'prerogative ), and made it rest home by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` items '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the private road. So she was home this sentence.
Opening the front doorway, I stepped in and looked around. The house
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both professionals and had
little prison term for housework, we employed a cleaning service during
the week. But when she did have the time, Linda was punctilious in
her work. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous flower
organisation on the living room Mickey Charles Mantle and a roaring flaming below.
Linda stepped around the corner and smiled.
She took my breath away. She wore a full distance powder-blue
evening garb that was dangerously low-cut, her best pearl
necklace, heels and a pretty white bow in her hair. 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 bring a little work. I 'll take that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` dinner will be ready by the time you finish showering. Do n't
apparel up when you 're done. fag your normal slobbish attire. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR convention, slobbish attire ? '' I
asked, taking another look at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're tell apart 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 distich of corduroy slacks, a
sweater and my Loafer. We dined on poached salmon with dill sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine High German white. Dessert was a simple
bowl of chilled, fresh raspberries in emollient. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the living elbow room.
I settled on the couch and began to sip the 50 year old
liqueur. Linda sat on the floor between my infantry with her legs
curled up under her.
`` Well, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to prize your fantasy more
each time. ``
`` I 'm gladiola, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to get along, though.
You may desire to keep back judgement until the end of the night. ``
The brandy 's fortunate burn mark in my pharynx and breadbasket had begun to
relax every brawn in my body. I felt ready for anything.
`` We need to babble, dearest, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do think of our reason and arrangement, do n't you ?
This is my fantasy, and I expect you to get together in every way. ``
She moved up to her knees to look into my eyes.
`` Whatever happens, think of that I love you, and ONLY you, ''
she said slowly, those emerald green eyes boring into my soul.
'' Remember to unwind, to let things act out. Most of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you sympathise and agree ? ``
Here come the butterflies. `` Yes, babe. This is your night.
Let 's be decadent and gamey, '' I said, holding her hands in mine.
She looked searchingly into my eye for a long fourth dimension. I think
she found the trustfulness that was there and that she was looking for,
because she smiled, rose and kissed me on the forehead.
`` Do n't run. I 'll be right back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a here and now 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 good-for-naught, but
I 'm hoping that, if things work out like I think they will, you
wo n't escape your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton gently over my
eyes, then the blindfold. The cotton wool cut off that little expanse just
under my eyes along the bridge of my nose that I had always been
able to glint through before. The mag tape held the blindfold and
cotton firmly in place.
`` Your brandy brandy snifter is full. Relax and savor it. Let me
know if you need a sojourn to the restroom, and I 'll serve you. '' She
snickered. `` Things should begin in about 10 minutes, as soon as
our invitee arrive. ``
`` Guests ? Did you say guest ? I 'm sure I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's good. Guests. You know, like in visitors. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to come about ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the risque, most scheming trivial
vamper ! ''
The `` invitee '' must accept been early, because the bell rang.
Linda leaned down and whispered, `` Enjoy, infant. Remember that I 'm
still your wife tomorrow and after. ``
I heard her movement to the door and open it. Muffled voices.
pace. Two couplet ? Three ? Movement around me. early noises.
Then quiet. A cough. A virile cough. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly comfortable considering I was sitting blindfolded
in front of entire stranger ( s ) in my own home.
`` Good evening, Peter. It 's a pleasance to get together you, although
these are somewhat interesting circumstances. My name is William. ``
His vocalism was very deep. It had that self-assured quality I
associate with my match who have, and are used to wielding, power.
`` I 've had the pleasure of meeting your married woman once before, but
I can ascertain you it was a purely friendly encounter. In fact, it was
to set up 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 fiddling difference what my
profession is, I can tell 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 married woman contacted us are also of
petty relevance. I assume Linda will do all your question at
a later time. ``
`` 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 hour. I understand that you will get together and
do as you 're told. I appreciate that and will expect it from you
and from Linda. Our first-class honours degree land rule is that no-one, former than
myself, will speak in this room unless spoken to first. Do we have
agreement ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` good. Your wife has determined the general abstract of what
will hap tonight. I have a very deep discernment for her
vision, as well as for her effective feeling and intelligence.
You 're a favorable man, St. Peter the Apostle. What she has not determined, however,
are the many contingent that, as I 'm certainly you realize being the
pro you are, make all the divergence. In that respect,
she will be as often in the dark, so to mouth, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` goodness. The `` cosmopolitan lineation '' is as follows. number one,
everything that takes seat will be photographed by my wife in
heavy detail for your and Linda 's screening pleasure down the years,
although I would advise keeping it out of the family record album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my wife 's participation. secondment, I am
going to ca-ca love to your wife, St. Peter. It will be an honor and a
pleasure, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to assist me. Not
to participate, per se, but to induce Linda more `` available, '' more
'' easily accessible, '' shall we say. affair will get clearer, I
promise. I must tell you that although I consider myself bisexual,
there will be no direct sexual bodily process, as such, between you and
I. At least hardly any. ``
right hand. THAT statement took the ambiguous prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use graphic and
explicit linguistic process. 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 words, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her phonation had a quiver in it.
`` I 'm glad. I think I 'm going to savour this as a great deal as you and
Peter. We all understand, then, that this is purely a little
sexual adventure for everyone. That afterward, my wife and I
getting even to our world, and both of you to yours. I do not gestate
either of you to ever contact us again. Although that may be a
shame, it 's requirement. On a concluding line before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a woman more in lovemaking with her
husband than Linda is with you. Did you know that, putz ? How
much she loves you ? ``
I nodded, a little embarassed and not knowing if anyone was
even looking at me.
`` All rightfield. Breigha, Darling River, you may start setting up.
Linda, would you be so kind as to fetch me a methamphetamine of Scotch ? Just
a short ice, please. Thank you. Are you comfortable, Peter ? ``
`` I 'm okay, '' I mumbled. I could feel the heat energy from the
fireplace as various sounds I interpreted as `` tv camera setting up ''
noises came from the other incline of the livelihood elbow room. I had heard
Linda pick up my empty brandy snifter beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her hired hand on mine for the briefest of moments. The alcohol
put me in a mellow haze, made time slack down, and made the
acceptance of what was about to fall out much easier than if I had
not been drinking.
well, I thought, drop your socks and grab your .... Here we
go on another lovely little roller-coaster ride .
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