My friend 's story

kink 's WIFE 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For various hebdomad, our life-time went on pretty lots as normal.
Linda had resisted my effort to have HIM identified. My opinion
had been a piffling hurt since I felt that her reticence implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incidental drop. I think
I could cause 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 fantasy for me, and I stopped pushing the matter.
As for Linda, it took a few years 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 terrible turn-on for me. Our reciprocal reason was
that there had been no loving at all, only sex, between them. I
told her that I was quick for `` persona two. '' Grinning, she had
squeezed my buttocks, winked, and said, `` You think so, huh ? '' Jeez !
On a Thursday night, about three hebdomad after the `` fling, '' as
we euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some mint and
pans while I dried.
I wrapped my munition around her from behind, pressed her up
against the sink, and gently began to move my hips and groin
against her fundament. As ever, she pushed her buttocks back against
me and followed my rolling, grinding gesture ( I believe that
kitchens were created by god for this specific kind of free rein. The
preparation of food, etc., is only a secondary winding function ).
`` I need you to stop at the memory on your way home from work
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we need ? '' My cock was rigid and rubbing
firmly in the snap of her ass. I had stopped moving, but she had
continued the motility, rising on her toes and then slowly settling
down. I cupped her breasts from the exterior of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton plant balls, some masking tape measure 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 Friday. Three hebdomad ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton orb and masking tape ? Bondage .... ? We already
had a little cache of `` restraining '' toy. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her berm.
`` This would n't feature anything to do with a trivial surprise
you might have in memory for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` ducky, if I told you the verity, you would n't get a undecomposed
nighttime 's sleep. You 're like a small fry on Christmas Eve. ``
She was the right way. I didn't.
I did n't accomplish a damn matter 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 `` items '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the drive. So she was home this meter.
Opening the front door, I stepped in and looked around. The house
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both professional person and had
fiddling time for housekeeping, we employed a cleanup serve during
the week. But when she did have the time, Linda was meticulous in
her work. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous flower
musical arrangement on the living elbow room mantle and a boom fervour below.
Linda stepped around the corner and smiled.
She took my breath away. She wore a fully distance powder-blue
evening wearing apparel that was dangerously decollete, her easily pearl
necklace, heels and a pretty 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 take a little work. I 'll take that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` dinner will be make by the time you finish showering. Do n't
frock up when you 're done. Wear your normal slobbish attire. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish dress ? '' I
asked, taking another look at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're secern tonight, Peter. Be a in effect 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 slack, a
sweater and my layabout. We dined on stewed salmon with Anethum graveolens sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine High German white. dessert was a simple
bowlful of chilled, fresh razz in cream. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the living room.
I settled on the couch and began to sip the 50 year old
liqueur. Linda sat on the base between my feet with her legs
curled up under her.
`` well, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to appreciate your fancy more
each time. ``
`` I 'm glad, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to come, though.
You may desire to withhold judgement until the end of the night. ``
The brandy 's golden burn mark in my throat and stomach had begun to
relax every heftiness in my body. I felt ready for anything.
`` We need to babble out, beloved, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do remember our intellect and agreement, do n't you ?
This is my fantasy, and I expect you to cooperate in every way. ``
She moved up to her articulatio genus to look into my eyes.
`` Whatever happens, remember that I love you, and ONLY you, ''
she said slowly, those emerald putting surface eyes boring into my soul.
'' Remember to relax, to let things diddle out. Most of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you translate and agree ? ``
Here come the butterflies. `` Yes, babe. This is your nighttime.
Let 's be decadent and gamey, '' I said, holding her hands in mine.
She looked searchingly into my eyes for a recollective fourth dimension. 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 strike. I 'll be decent back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a bit 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 things work out like I think they will, you
wo n't drop your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton fiber gently over my
eyes, then the blindfold. The cotton cut off that footling sphere just
under my eyes along the bridge of my nose that I had always been
able to glint through before. The tape held the blindfold and
cotton firmly in place.
`` Your brandy brandy glass is full. Relax and relish it. Let me
know if you need a visit to the restroom, and I 'll help you. '' She
snickered. `` Things should set about in about 10 minutes, as soon as
our guests arrive. ``
`` Guests ? Did you say Edgar Albert Guest ? I 'm sure I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's ripe. Guests. You know, like in visitors. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to befall ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the spicy, most conniving lilliputian
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 movement to the doorway and open it. muted voices.
footfall. Two twosome ? Three ? Movement around me. Other noises.
Then quiet. A cough. A male coughing. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly comfortable considering I was sitting blindfolded
in straw man of summate stranger ( s ) in my own home.
`` in force evening, Peter. It 's a pleasure to come across you, although
these are somewhat interesting circumstances. My figure is William. ``
His voice was very deep. It had that self-assured quality I
familiar with my peers who have, and are used to wielding, power.
`` I 've had the joy of meeting your wife once before, but
I can assure you it was a purely friendly meeting. In fact, it was
to arrange this little get together. By the way, there are four
people in this room. You, your married woman, myself and my wife. My
married woman 's name is Breigha. While it makes little difference what my
profession is, I can severalize 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
picayune relevance. I assume Linda will serve all your head at
a afterward time. ``
`` So. Where to begin ? I am here at your wife 's bequest. It
appears that we are going to get somewhat friendly and suggest
over the adjacent 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 kickoff terra firma convention is that no-one, early than
myself, will speak in this room unless spoken to first. Do we receive
understanding ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` commodity. Your married woman has determined the worldwide scheme of what
will materialize tonight. I have a very deep discernment for her
vision, as well as for her effective feeling and intelligence information.
You 're a lucky man, Saint Peter. What she has not determined, however,
are the many contingent that, as I 'm sure you realize being the
professional you are, make all the difference. In that respect,
she will be as much in the wickedness, so to address, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` Good. The `` oecumenical outline '' is as follows. First,
everything that takes place will be photographed by my wife in
great contingent for your and Linda 's viewing pleasure down the age,
although I would hint keeping it out of the family album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my married woman 's participation. mo, I am
going to make love to your married woman, Peter. It will be an honor and a
joy, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to assist me. Not
to enter, per se, but to make Linda Thomas More `` available, '' more than
'' easily approachable, '' shall we say. Things will suit clearer, I
promise. I must tell you that although I consider myself epicene,
there will be no direct sexual action, as such, between you and
I. At to the lowest degree hardly any. ``
Right. THAT affirmation took the equivocal prize.
`` Thirdly, your married woman has requested that I use graphic and
denotative 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 practically given me disengage sovereignty as
far as the kinds of pleasantries we will indulge in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your discussion, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her voice had a quiver in it.
`` I 'm gladiolus. I think I 'm going to enjoy this as a lot as you and
tool. We all understand, then, that this is purely a little
sexual dangerous undertaking for everyone. That afterward, my married woman and I
yield to our public, 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 essential. On a concluding short letter before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a woman more in love with her
husband than Linda is with you. Did you know 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, deary, you may begin setting up.
Linda, would you be so form as to convey me a crank of scotch ? Just
a lilliputian ice, please. Thank you. Are you well-off, Peter ? ``
`` I 'm fine, '' I mumbled. I could feel the estrus from the
fireplace as various speech sound I interpreted as `` camera setting up ''
stochasticity came from the other position of the livelihood room. I had heard
Linda pick up my empty snifter beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her hand on mine for the abbreviated of present moment. The alcohol
put me in a mellow haze, made metre slow down, and made the
acceptance of what was about to find much easygoing than if I had
not been drinking.
fountainhead, I thought, swing your socks and seize your .... Here we
go on another lovely little roller-coaster ride .