My friend 's chronicle

crick 's WIFE 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For respective weeks, our life went on pretty often as normal.
Linda had resisted my attempts to give birth HIM identified. My feelings
had been a little scathe since I felt that her reticence implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incident drop. I think
I could get 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 fantasy for me, and I stopped pushing the issue.
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 trouble between us, but I had reassured her that it
had been a tremendous turn-on for me. Our mutual reason was
that there had been no loving at all, only sex, between them. I
told her that I was quick for `` role two. '' Grinning, she had
squeezed my can, winked, and said, `` You think so, huh ? '' Jeez !
On a Th night, about three hebdomad after the `` fling, '' as
we euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some potentiometer and
goat god while I dried.
I wrapped my arms around her from tail end, pressed her up
against the sink, and gently began to move my hips 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 particular form of play. The
provision of food, etc., is only a secondary function ).
`` I need you to stop at the store on your way home from workplace
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we need ? '' My cock was strict and rubbing
firmly in the crack of her ass. I had stopped moving, but she had
continued the move, rising on her toes and then slowly settling
down. I cupped her chest from the outside of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton orchis, some covering 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 Friday. Three weeks ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton fiber balls and masking tape ? Bondage .... ? We already
had a small stash of `` restraining '' toys. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her berm.
`` This would n't have anything to do with a trivial surprisal
you might have in storehouse for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` Darling, if I told you the truth, you would n't get a good
dark 's eternal rest. You 're like a child on Christmas Day Eve. ``
She was rightfulness. I didn't.
I did n't accomplish a red cent thing at oeuvre on Friday. I had
butterfly in my stomach for most of the day. I left a short
early ( boss'exclusive right ), and made it home by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` items '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the driveway. So she was home this sentence.
Opening the front door, I stepped in and looked around. The sign
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both pro and had
lilliputian time for housekeeping, we employed a cleaning religious service during
the hebdomad. But when she did deliver the fourth dimension, Linda was meticulous in
her workplace. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous flower
musical arrangement on the living room cape and a roaring fervidness below.
Linda stepped around the corner and smiled.
She took my breath away. She wore a full length powder-blue
evening dress that was dangerously decollete, her secure bone
necklace, bounder and a pretty white bow in her fuzz. 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.
`` deary, I 'm absolutely stunned. You 've outdone yourself.
`` wellspring, it did take a little work. I 'll contract that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` dinner will be ready by the time you finish showering. Do n't
dress up when you 're done. wear off your normal slobbish attire. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish garb ? '' I
asked, taking another look at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're tell tonight, prick. 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 idler. We dined on poached salmon with dill sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine German white. Dessert was a wide-eyed
bowling ball of chilled, fresh snort 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 twelvemonth old
cordial. Linda sat on the floor between my metrical unit with her legs
curled up under her.
`` wellspring, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to appreciate your fantasies more
each time. ``
`` I 'm happy, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to add up, though.
You may want to withhold assessment until the end of the night. ``
The brandy 's golden suntan in my pharynx and stomach had begun to
relax every brawniness in my physical structure. I felt ready 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 knee to look into my eyes.
`` Whatever happens, remember that I love you, and ONLY you, ''
she said slowly, those emerald green eyes boring into my soul.
'' Remember to relax, to let things take on out. well-nigh of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you understand and agree ? ``
Here come the butterfly. `` Yes, infant. This is your Night.
Let 's be decadent and naughty, '' I said, holding her hands in mine.
She looked searchingly into my eye for a long time. I think
she found the cartel that was there and that she was looking for,
because she smiled, rose and kissed me on the forehead.
`` Do n't propel. I 'll be mighty back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a minute later with a blindfold, the cotton wool, 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 overlook your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton gently over my
optic, then the blindfold. The cotton cut off that little area just
under my eyes along the bridge deck of my nozzle that I had always been
able to peek through before. The tape held the blindfold and
cotton firmly in place.
`` Your brandy snifter is good. Relax and enjoy it. Let me
know if you need a visit to the restroom, and I 'll help you. '' She
snickered. `` thing should begin in about 10 minutes, as soon as
our Edgar Guest arrive. ``
`` node ? Did you say Edgar Guest ? I 'm for certain I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's flop. Edgar Guest. You know, like in visitor. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to happen ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the naughtiest, most scheme little
vamper ! ''
The `` guest '' must stimulate been early, because the doorbell rang.
Linda leaned down and whispered, `` Enjoy, babe. Remember that I 'm
still your married woman tomorrow and after. ``
I heard her relocation to the doorway and give it. mute voices.
stride. Two pair ? Three ? movement around me. early noises.
Then quiet. A cough. A male coughing. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly easy considering I was sitting blindfolded
in front of total stranger ( s ) in my own home.
`` Good eventide, shaft. It 's a pleasure to meet you, although
these are somewhat interesting circumstances. My name is William. ``
His interpreter was very rich. It had that self-assured caliber I
associate degree with my peers who have, and are used to wielding, power.
`` I 've had the delight of meeting your wife once before, but
I can secure you it was a purely friendly meeting. In fact, it was
to arrange this footling get together. By the way, there are four
masses in this room. You, your married woman, myself and my wife. My
married woman 's name is Breigha. While it makes minuscule difference what my
professing is, I can tell you that my wife is a very good
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 resolve all your questions at
a subsequently 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 side by side few time of day. 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 start solid ground ruler is that no-one, former than
myself, will verbalise in this room unless spoken to first. Do we let
correspondence ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` commodity. Your wife has determined the world-wide outline of what
will happen tonight. I have a very late appreciation for her
imagination, as well as for her good flavour and intelligence.
You 're a prosperous man, Peter. What she has not determined, however,
are the many details that, as I 'm certainly you realize being the
professional you are, make all the difference. In that respect,
she will be as much in the dark, so to speak, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` Good. The `` universal schema '' is as follows. First,
everything that takes place will be photographed by my wife in
great detail for your and Linda 's viewing joy down the years,
although I would indicate keeping it out of the folk album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my wife 's engagement. Second, I am
going to hit get it on to your married woman, Peter. It will be an honor and a
pleasure, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to wait on me. Not
to enter, per se, but to take a shit Linda more `` usable, '' Sir Thomas More
'' easily accessible, '' shall we say. affair will become clearer, I
promise. I must severalise you that although I consider myself bisexual,
there will be no maneuver sexual activity, as such, between you and
I. At least hardly any. ``
right hand. THAT command took the equivocal prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use vivid and
denotative spoken communication. She is, as many multitude are, aroused by it. But
you know that. I only mention it so that you are n't shocked. ``
`` Finally, Linda here has pretty a good deal given me free reign as
far as the kinds of pleasantries we will pamper in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your words, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her voice had a quiver in it.
`` I 'm glad. I think I 'm going to bask this as a lot as you and
Peter. We all understand, then, that this is purely a footling
sexual adventure for everyone. That afterward, my wife and I
return to our man, and both of you to yours. I do not expect
either of you to ever contact us again. Although that may be a
shame, it 's necessary. On a final 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 hump that, Peter ? How
much she loves you ? ``
I nodded, a petty embarassed and not knowing if anyone was
even looking at me.
`` All right field. Breigha, darling, you may begin setting up.
Linda, would you be so form as to bring in me a methamphetamine hydrochloride of scotch ? Just
a petty ice, please. Thank you. Are you well-to-do, Peter ? ``
`` I 'm okay, '' I mumbled. I could feel the hotness from the
fireplace as various strait I interpreted as `` camera setting up ''
noises came from the other side of meat of the sustenance room. I had heard
Linda pick up my void brandy snifter beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her bridge player on mine for the abbreviated of second. The alcohol
put me in a mellow haze, made time slow down, and made the
sufferance of what was about to happen much easier than if I had
not been drinking.
Well, I thought, drop your wind sleeve and grab your .... Here we
go on another lovely little roller-coaster ride .