My champion 's floor

Rick 's wife 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For respective week, our life went on pretty a great deal as normal.
Linda had resisted my attempts to take HIM identified. My feelings
had been a lilliputian trauma since I felt that her reticence implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incident drop cloth. 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
erotism of the fantasy for me, and I stopped pushing the matter.
As for Linda, it took a few days for me to fully convince her
that not only was everything alright between us, but that I had
immensely enjoyed the plot. She had offered to intercept now rather
than jeopardy any problems between us, but I had reassured her that it
had been a wondrous 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 `` persona two. '' Grinning, she had
squeezed my ass, 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 pots and
pans while I dried.
I wrapped my limb around her from keister, pressed her up
against the sink, and gently began to move my rosehip and groin
against her can. As ever, she pushed her buttocks back against
me and followed my wheeling, grinding motion ( I believe that
kitchens were created by god for this particular sort of gaming. The
readiness of food for thought, etc., is only a petty social function ).
`` I need you to kibosh at the shop on your way domicile from piece of work
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we want ? '' My cock was rigid 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 white meat from the exterior of her t-shirt.
`` A bag of cotton balls, some masking tape and a few former odds
and ends, '' she said matter-of-factly.
My ears suddenly pricked up. It was not lost on me that the
'' spree '' had happened on a Friday. Three weeks ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton wool bollock and masking tape ? Bondage .... ? We already
had a small cache of `` restraining '' toys. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her articulatio humeri.
`` This would n't have anything to do with a fiddling surprise
you might throw in storehouse for me tomorrow, would it ? '' I asked.
`` Darling, if I told you the accuracy, you would n't get a good
dark 's sleep. You 're like a tiddler on Dec 25 Eve. ``
She was right wing. I didn't.
I did n't action a damn thing at piece of work on Friday. I had
butterflies in my stomach for most of the day. I left a niggling
early ( boss'exclusive right ), and made it nursing home by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` items '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the drive. So she was home this time.
Opening the strawman 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 cleansing help during
the week. But when she did accept the time, Linda was punctilious in
her work. This was her doing. There was a gorgeous flower
arrangement on the living room curtain and a bellowing blast below.
Linda stepped around the corner and smiled.
She took my hint away. She wore a full length powder-blue
evening dress that was dangerously low-cut, her best ivory
necklace, heels and a moderately lily-white bow in her hair. 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.
`` favourite, I 'm absolutely stunned. You 've outdone yourself.
`` well, it did take a little work. I 'll contain that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` dinner party will be make by the time you finish showering. Do n't
garb up when you 're done. Wear your convention slobbish attire. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish attire ? '' I
asked, taking another flavor at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're told tonight, Peter. Be a right 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 do-nothing. We dined on poach salmon with dill weed sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine German language albumen. afters was a mere
bowlful of chilled, fresh raspberry bush in cream. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the aliveness way.
I settled on the couch and began to sip the 50 year old
liqueur. Linda sat on the story between my substructure with her legs
curled up under her.
`` Well, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to appreciate your fantasies more
each time. ``
`` I 'm glad, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to come, though.
You may want to recoup judgement until the end of the night. ``
The brandy 's golden tan in my throat and stomach had begun to
relax every heftiness in my consistency. I felt set up for anything.
`` We need to talk, dear, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do remember our understanding and accord, 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 greenish centre boring into my individual.
'' Remember to relax, to let matter play out. well-nigh of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you understand and accord ? ``
Here come the butterflies. `` Yes, babe. This is your dark.
Let 's be decadent and juicy, '' I said, holding her men in mine.
She looked searchingly into my eyes for a yearn prison term. 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 displace. I 'll be good back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a import 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-nothing, but
I 'm hoping that, if things work out like I think they will, you
wo n't miss your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton wool gently over my
heart, then the blindfold. The cotton cut off that little area just
under my heart along the bridge of my nose that I had always been
able to peek through before. The tape held the blindfold and
cotton plant firmly in place.
`` Your brandy snifter is wide-cut. Relax and revel it. Let me
know if you need a visit to the restroom, and I 'll aid you. '' She
snickered. `` matter should start out in about 10 minutes, as soon as
our Guest arrive. ``
`` Edgar Guest ? Did you say guests ? I 'm sure I distinctly heard you
say 'guests .'''
`` That 's right. invitee. You know, like in visitors. Now
relax. Gee, I wonder what 's going to happen ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the naughty, most intrigue little
tease ! ''
The `` Edgar Guest '' must have been early, because the bell rang.
Linda leaned down and whispered, `` Enjoy, babe. Remember that I 'm
still your married woman tomorrow and after. ``
I heard her movement to the door and spread it. smother voices.
Footsteps. Two pair ? Three ? apparent movement around me. Other noises.
Then quiet. A cough. A male cough. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly comfortable considering I was sitting blindfolded
in front of total stranger ( s ) in my own home.
`` thoroughly evening, St. Peter. It 's a delight to meet you, although
these are somewhat worry circumstances. My figure is William. ``
His voice was very thick. It had that self-assured timber I
comrade with my peers who have, and are used to wielding, power.
`` I 've had the pleasance 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 married woman. My
wife 's name is Breigha. While it makes little difference what my
professing is, I can order you that my wife is a very skilful
photographer, and that she has all of her equipment here tonight. ``
`` The inside information of how and why your wife contacted us are also of
petty relevance. I assume Linda will answer all your doubt at
a afterwards time. ``
`` So. Where to begin ? I am here at your married woman 's legacy. It
appears that we are going to get somewhat friendly and intimate
over the succeeding 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 kickoff primer coat pattern is that no-one, early 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 full general synopsis of what
will befall tonight. I have a very deep appreciation for her
imagination, as well as for her just looks and intelligence agency.
You 're a lucky 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 divergence. In that respect,
she will be as often in the dark, so to speak, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` goodness. The `` general outline '' is as follows. First,
everything that takes place will be photographed by my wife in
heavy particular for your and Linda 's viewing pleasure down the geezerhood,
although I would paint a picture keeping it out of the folk album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my married woman 's participation. mo, I am
going to realize love to your wife, peter. It will be an award and a
pleasure, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to assist me. Not
to enter, per se, but to make Linda more `` useable, '' more
'' easily accessible, '' shall we say. Things will become clearer, I
hope. I must recount you that although I consider myself bisexual,
there will be no direct sexual activity, as such, between you and
I. At least hardly any. ``
right. THAT statement took the ambiguous prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use graphic and
denotative 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 much given me free reign as
far as the kinds of pleasantries we will indulge in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your give-and-take, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her representative had a chill in it.
`` I 'm glad. I think I 'm going to love this as a good deal as you and
Peter. We all understand, then, that this is purely a trivial
sexual adventure for everyone. That afterward, my married woman and I
rejoinder to our world, and both of you to yours. I do not have a bun in the oven
either of you to ever contact us again. Although that may be a
disgrace, it 's necessary. On a concluding bank note before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a woman more in passion with her
married man than Linda is with you. Did you acknowledge that, Peter ? How
much she loves you ? ``
I nodded, a niggling embarassed and not knowing if anyone was
even looking at me.
`` All rightfulness. Breigha, deary, you may begin setting up.
Linda, would you be so kind as to convey me a glass of scotch ? Just
a little ice, please. Thank you. Are you comfortable, Peter ? ``
`` I 'm okay, '' I mumbled. I could feel the heating system from the
fireplace as respective audio I interpreted as `` camera setting up ''
disturbance came from the early face of the livelihood way. I had heard
Linda pick up my evacuate snifter beside me and, as she passed by, she
had put her helping hand on mine for the briefest of moments. The alcohol
put me in a mellow fog, made clock time slow down down, and made the
acceptance of what was about to pass off much easier than if I had
not been drinking.
Well, I thought, overlook your sock and take hold of your .... Here we
go on another lovely short roller-coaster drive .