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It's a rough draft. I need to edit out passive voice, tense shift, edit point of view, etc., so ignore that. This is a fiction story I wrote for a couple, so if it’s implausible, well, that was their fantasy, so go with it.
WARNING: This story begins with non-consensual sex. The wife of the couple I wrote it for has this fantasy. I’m strongly against forcing a woman to do anything she doesn’t desire, but she wanted this story so I wrote it. I love the ending.
Robert and Sally
“I love you so much,” Sally said. “This is perfect.”
We streaked down the road from Vegas, the convertible top down on the luxury rental car.
“Where are we going, darling,” she said, “You haven’t told me.”
“Do you want to know, or do you want to be surprised?”
“Surprises are good,” she said.
“I didn’t want us to be disturbed.”
“Mmmmm,” she purred and snuggled into me. “You want me all alone this weekend?” she said. Planning to take advantage of your innocent wife?” She batted her eyelashes at me.
“Something like that.”
“Well, I’ve got a secret. I’ve been wet since we left home. That poor guy sitting beside us on the plane probably could smell me. I hope we don’t have far to drive because I have plans for you, Mister.” She pulled up her skirt and showed me her panties. The wind kept the skirt bunched around her waist, and she didn’t push it down. “I’m going to need some attention pretty soon,” she said.
“Hold that thought,” I said as I slowed down for the turn.
We drove up to the house I’d rented. “I love it,” she cried.
“It’s ours for the weekend. Happy Anniversary,” I said.
I unlocked the house door. As she started to remove the bags from the car I said, “First things first,” kissed her, then swept her up and carried her to the door, pushed it open, carried her in and laid her on the bed.
“Oh, my,” she said. “Let me pee and we can continue this.”
“You pee and do whatever you want, but when you come back to bed, don’t plan on getting up for a while.”
She giggled and hustled into the bathroom. I unloaded the car and sent a text message from my cell phone. I heard her washing up, and heard her open the small suitcase she’d taken in with her. I unpacked a little bag and slipped the articles on the floor beneath the bed.
After a few minutes, she opened the bathroom door and sashayed across to me, wearing a new, beautiful silk gown, with hints of a lovely corset underneath. Dark stockings and tasteful makeup completed the outfit.
“You look like an angel, my love.”
“Well, you better not treat me like an angel. I need some attention. I drenched my panties. I probably left a wet spot in the car. I don’t understand, though.”
“What don’t you understand?” I said, taking her in my arms and dancing her toward the bed.
“This year, we were supposed to do whatever you wanted. I thought we’d stay in Vegas, then we drove out here. You love Vegas, but this place looks like my fantasy vacation.”
“My fantasy is about to come true. Close your eyes,” I said. She did, giggling. I walked over to the far side of the bed and pulled out a black silk blindfold and turned on the music. I returned to her and kissed her closed eyelids and her face. I eased the blindfold onto her and tied it securely.
“I like this already,” she said, reaching out to me and kissing me deeply.
I cradled her in my arms and guided her onto the bed and laid her down. Her arms rose above her head in the traditional surrender pose. The music concealed the faint noise of a vehicle halting in front of the house.
It's a rough draft. I need to edit out passive voice, tense shift, edit point of view, etc., so ignore that. This is a fiction story I wrote for a couple, so if it’s implausible, well, that was their fantasy, so go with it.
WARNING: This story begins with non-consensual sex. The wife of the couple I wrote it for has this fantasy. I’m strongly against forcing a woman to do anything she doesn’t desire, but she wanted this story so I wrote it. I love the ending.
Robert and Sally
“I love you so much,” Sally said. “This is perfect.”
We streaked down the road from Vegas, the convertible top down on the luxury rental car.
“Where are we going, darling,” she said, “You haven’t told me.”
“Do you want to know, or do you want to be surprised?”
“Surprises are good,” she said.
“I didn’t want us to be disturbed.”
“Mmmmm,” she purred and snuggled into me. “You want me all alone this weekend?” she said. Planning to take advantage of your innocent wife?” She batted her eyelashes at me.
“Something like that.”
“Well, I’ve got a secret. I’ve been wet since we left home. That poor guy sitting beside us on the plane probably could smell me. I hope we don’t have far to drive because I have plans for you, Mister.” She pulled up her skirt and showed me her panties. The wind kept the skirt bunched around her waist, and she didn’t push it down. “I’m going to need some attention pretty soon,” she said.
“Hold that thought,” I said as I slowed down for the turn.
We drove up to the house I’d rented. “I love it,” she cried.
“It’s ours for the weekend. Happy Anniversary,” I said.
I unlocked the house door. As she started to remove the bags from the car I said, “First things first,” kissed her, then swept her up and carried her to the door, pushed it open, carried her in and laid her on the bed.
“Oh, my,” she said. “Let me pee and we can continue this.”
“You pee and do whatever you want, but when you come back to bed, don’t plan on getting up for a while.”
She giggled and hustled into the bathroom. I unloaded the car and sent a text message from my cell phone. I heard her washing up, and heard her open the small suitcase she’d taken in with her. I unpacked a little bag and slipped the articles on the floor beneath the bed.
After a few minutes, she opened the bathroom door and sashayed across to me, wearing a new, beautiful silk gown, with hints of a lovely corset underneath. Dark stockings and tasteful makeup completed the outfit.
“You look like an angel, my love.”
“Well, you better not treat me like an angel. I need some attention. I drenched my panties. I probably left a wet spot in the car. I don’t understand, though.”
“What don’t you understand?” I said, taking her in my arms and dancing her toward the bed.
“This year, we were supposed to do whatever you wanted. I thought we’d stay in Vegas, then we drove out here. You love Vegas, but this place looks like my fantasy vacation.”
“My fantasy is about to come true. Close your eyes,” I said. She did, giggling. I walked over to the far side of the bed and pulled out a black silk blindfold and turned on the music. I returned to her and kissed her closed eyelids and her face. I eased the blindfold onto her and tied it securely.
“I like this already,” she said, reaching out to me and kissing me deeply.
I cradled her in my arms and guided her onto the bed and laid her down. Her arms rose above her head in the traditional surrender pose. The music concealed the faint noise of a vehicle halting in front of the house.
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