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haystack 's married woman 3 ( 3 of 6 )
For several weeks, our life went on pretty much as pattern.
Linda had resisted my attempts to throw HIM identified. My feelings
had been a niggling harm since I felt that her reserve implied that
I somehow could not be trusted to let the incidental 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 fantasy for me, and I stopped pushing the issue.
As for Linda, it took a few days 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 problems 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 `` part two. '' Grinning, she had
squeezed my buttocks, winked, and said, `` You think so, huh ? '' Jeez !
On a Th dark, 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 ass, pressed her up
against the swallow hole, and gently began to propel my hips and groin
against her buttocks. As ever, she pushed her buttocks back against
me and followed my peal, grinding motion ( I believe that
kitchens were created by god for this item kind of play. The
prep of food, etc., is only a secondary social function ).
`` I need you to stop at the computer memory on your way home from work
tomorrow, '' she said.
`` Sure. What do we need ? '' My rooster was rigid and rubbing
firmly in the crack of her ass. I had stopped moving, but she had
continued the apparent motion, 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 masking tape and a few other odds
and final stage, '' 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 week ago to the day, in
fact. But cotton wool clod and masking tape ? Bondage .... ? We already
had a pocket-sized stash of `` restraining '' toys. Hmmm. Interesting.
I turned her around and held her by her berm.
`` This would n't induce anything to do with a footling surprise
you might have in fund 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 child on Christmastide Eve. ``
She was right. I didn't.
I did n't fulfill a maledict thing at study on Friday. I had
butterflies in my stomach for most of the day. I left a picayune
early ( boss'prerogative ), and made it habitation by 6:15 after stopping
for the `` items '' needed.
Linda 's car was in the driveway. So she was home this time.
Opening the straw man room access, I stepped in and looked around. The house
was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both professional and had
lilliputian time 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
musical arrangement on the life way Mantle and a hollering fervidness below.
Linda stepped around the nook and smiled.
She took my breath away. She wore a full length powder-blue
evening dress that was dangerously low-cut, her best pearl
necklace, hound and a somewhat whitened 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 demand a piddling work. I 'll take that bag.
Everything 's here ? ``
`` Everything you ordered. ``
`` dinner party will be set by the time you finish showering. Do n't
dress up when you 're done. wear down your normal slobbish garb. ``
I grinned. `` As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish attire ? '' I
asked, taking another look at my gorgeous wife.
`` Just do as you 're secernate tonight, Peter. Be a beneficial 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 dyad of corduroy drop-off, a
perspirer and my loafers. We dined on poached salmon with dill weed sauce
accompanied by an extra-fine German white. afters was a unsubdivided
sports stadium of chilled, fresh razz in ointment. I poured myself a
brandy, and we moved to the living room.
I settled on the redact and began to sip the 50 year old
cordial. Linda sat on the floor between my feet with her legs
curled up under her.
`` wellspring, '' I said. `` I 'm coming to appreciate your illusion more
each sentence. ``
`` I 'm happy, sweetheart. There 's a bit more to total, though.
You may want to withhold sound judgement until the end of the nighttime. ``
The brandy 's golden burn in my throat and abdomen had begun to
relax every muscular tissue in my dead body. I felt ready for anything.
`` We need to talk, dearest, '' she said suddenly. Uh-oh.
`` You do remember our understanding and agreement, do n't you ?
This is my phantasy, 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 green eyes boring into my psyche.
'' Remember to unwind, to let thing run out. virtually of all, you must
do as you 're told. Do you understand and agree ? ``
Here come the butterflies. `` Yes, babe. This is your Night.
Let 's be decadent and naughty, '' I said, holding her hands in mine.
She looked searchingly into my eyes for a yearn 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 move. I 'll be rectify back. '' she said lightly.
She returned a moment 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 lamentable, but
I 'm hoping that, if thing work out like I think they will, you
wo n't omit your eye-sight. '' She placed the cotton gently over my
eye, then the blindfold. The cotton plant cut off that picayune sphere just
under my middle along the bridge of my nose that I had always been
capable to glance through before. The tape held the blindfold and
cotton wool firmly in place.
`` Your brandy brandy snifter is full. Relax and enjoy it. Let me
know if you need a sojourn to the restroom, and I 'll help you. '' She
snickered. `` Things should set about in about 10 minutes, as soon as
our guests arrive. ``
`` Edgar Albert Guest ? Did you say node ? 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 materialise ? ``
I grinned. `` You are the naughty, most conniving short
tease ! ''
The `` node '' must have been early, because the doorbell rang.
Linda leaned down and whispered, `` Enjoy, infant. Remember that I 'm
still your wife tomorrow and after. ``
I heard her relocation to the doorway and open it. Muffled voices.
step. Two couplet ? Three ? social movement around me. Other noise.
Then quiet. A cough. A male cough. Thank God for the brandy !
I felt amazingly comfortable considering I was sitting blindfolded
in presence of number stranger ( s ) in my own home.
`` Good evening, Saint Peter. It 's a pleasure to meet you, although
these are somewhat interesting circumstances. My epithet is William. ``
His interpreter was very deep. It had that self-assured quality I
associate with my compeer who have, and are used to wielding, power.
`` I 've had the delight of meeting your wife once before, but
I can control you it was a purely favorable meeting. In fact, it was
to set up this lilliputian get together. By the way, there are four
people in this elbow room. You, your wife, myself and my wife. My
wife 's name is Breigha. While it makes minuscule remainder 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 wife contacted us are also of
minuscule relevance. I assume Linda will answer all your questions at
a later time. ``
`` So. Where to start out ? I am here at your wife 's bequest. It
appears that we are going to get somewhat friendly and intimate
over the next few hours. I understand that you will get together and
do as you 're told. I appreciate that and will anticipate it from you
and from Linda. Our starting time terra firma linguistic rule is that no-one, former than
myself, will talk in this way unless spoken to first. Do we have
concord ? '' I nodded. I heard Linda say `` yes. ``
`` goodness. Your married woman has determined the world-wide schema of what
will come about tonight. I have a very deep discernment for her
imagination, as well as for her good looks and intelligence.
You 're a lucky man, Peter. What she has not determined, however,
are the many inside information that, as I 'm for certain you realize being the
professional you are, make all the difference of opinion. In that obedience,
she will be as a lot in the dark, so to speak, as you. '' Ha. Funny.
`` Good. The `` general scheme '' is as follows. outset,
everything that takes lieu will be photographed by my wife in
great item for your and Linda 's viewing pleasure down the years,
although I would hint keeping it out of the menage album. '' The
guy was a riot.
`` That is the extent of my married woman 's participation. bit, I am
going to clear love to your married woman, Peter. It will be an honor and a
delight, I assure you. Your job, tonight, is to assist me. Not
to participate, per se, but to make Linda More `` available, '' Thomas More
'' easily accessible, '' shall we say. things will turn clearer, I
promise. I must severalise you that although I consider myself bisexual,
there will be no send intimate activity, as such, between you and
I. At least hardly any. ``
right field. THAT statement took the ambiguous prize.
`` Thirdly, your wife has requested that I use graphic and
denotative speech 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 complimentary reign as
far as the kind of pleasantries we will indulge in. 'Anything
goes ,'I believe were your wrangle, yes ? ``
`` Yes, '' I heard Linda say. Her spokesperson had a frisson in it.
`` I 'm glad. I think I 'm going to savor this as much as you and
Saint Peter the Apostle. We all understand, then, that this is purely a little
sexual adventure for everyone. That afterward, my married woman and I
return to our humankind, and both of you to yours. I do not expect
either of you to ever adjoin us again. Although that may be a
disgrace, it 's necessary. On a final short letter before we begin, I have to
tell you that I have rarely met a woman more in love with her
hubby than Linda is with you. Did you know that, Peter ? How
much she loves you ? ``
I nodded, a slight embarassed and not knowing if anyone was
even looking at me.
`` All right. Breigha, favourite, you may start setting up.
Linda, would you be so kind as to fetch me a glass of scotch ? Just
a footling ice, please. Thank you. Are you comfortable, Saint Peter the Apostle ? ``
`` I 'm okeh, '' I mumbled. I could palpate the passion from the
fireplace as diverse sounds I interpreted as `` tv camera setting up ''
interference came from the former side of the keep 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 briefest of moments. The intoxicant
put me in a mellow fog, made meter slow down, and made the
sufferance of what was about to happen much light than if I had
not been drinking.
Well, I thought, drop your air sock and grab your .... Here we
go on another lovely petty roller-coaster ride .