The buzzing of the phone receiving a text message woke me from my slumber on my girlfriends bed. The buzz was familiar but it wasn't from mine, it was Chere's, dancing slightly ontop her bedside cabinet. I could hear she was still showering in her en suite, fresh from her pamper session at the spa where she went once a week to laser off unwanted hair on her arms and legs, get a deep massage and top things off with a dip in cold water and long sit in a steam room.
She'd even tried to convince me to go under the laser, but I'm not too crazy about having one of those anywhere near my balls.
I heard her phone buzz again, no peace for the dreary and I glanced at her screen to see if maybe it was urgent. The screen lit up once more as the buzz returned. Three texts off the bat? Someone was busy.
'When will you leave that old fossil?' was the latest preview on the screen before it faded to black. Fossil?
'Come join me, we can celebrate your birthday the way it should' came the next preview.
'I can make you happy, he can't' came the fifth message...
Fossil?
Chere and I share the same birthday, though I am twenty years her senior and as of her last birthday she'd just turned thirty last week. I know that's not something some people like these days, that they cannot accept some people fall in love regardless of age and will make some rather nasty accusations of the older half a couple, even if the couple have only know each other a couple of years. Chere and I had known each other for five, and been together for two now. We each had our own homes and alternated which one we stayed at for a week or so at a time but we still respected one another's privacy and therefore did not share our passwords to phones and computers.
Then there was the race angle. 'Old (sometimes with Fat thrown in) White Man' and 'Young Nubile (sometimes 'Princess' was added) Indian Woman' were some of the politer terms certain people used. People who claimed to stand against bigotry. Uncloseted bigots used far worse language.
Besides, this was keyed to her thumbprint, but that didn't mean I had no way to view more of the previews.
The earlier messages were as bad as the others. All hinted at, not stating, what this person was up to, all oddly under the name tag of WORK. Then one final message came through.
'I love you'
That was it. I saw red and the bedroom looked as safe a china store next to a bullring with no doors on it. Was this true? Has Chere cheated on me? When had she had the time? Not on her spa days, that was for sure, I'd gone with her on some and the results were always clear to see. She'd not even had a trip away by herself or with friends, so that couldn't be it.
My head was pounding with thoughts about what might have happened. The name tag, WORK, subtle enough to be hidden in plain sight and not raise an eyebrow, I usually did much the same with my own contacts adding a word after their names to help me know who and what they were. And if I actually wanted to talk to them just then.
I read through the previews again, just to be sure. They were as bad as I recalled, suggestive without necessarily being as good as a confession of guiltily goings on. But it was just that last one seemed the worst. It was the stinger, the clincher, the deal breaker between Chere and me.
I heard her shower stop, she tended to take her sweet time drying off, her hair would need tending to and she would always apply moisturiser to her entire body before coming back into her room. I probably had ten minutes before I would get too see her in all her glory again. A nasty plan formed in a heartbeat.
I pulled open my drawer, snapped out a little blue pill from its strip, swallowed it, then quickly fished out some instruments of revenge. I hid a couple of pairs of handcuffs under the pillows, a larger butt plug than what we usually used when we both felt extra frisky, and the harness from a strap on that fit the plug perfectly.
Chere had been trying to convince me to let her sodomize me, I wasn't even a fan of buggering her, but she seemed to like receiving it that way, and I was slowly becoming a convert to fucking her arse. If that made me a pervert so be it. There was a lube bottle, part of me thought to leave it behind, but I wanted her to be at ease when she saw all the gear I wanted her to see. She'd have no idea what I was really going to do to her, and I could feel the Viagra's effect already.
I only had my dressing gown on over my pyjamas bottoms, and my cock was already doing an impression of a divers spring board. I flung my gown away and looked downwards. The sensation of being on Viagra is an odd one. As age had caught up, no matter how good my diet and exercise regimen was, I had to admit I was slowing down.
I still had a decent body, broad enough at the shoulder, deep enough at the chest, narrow enough at the waist, to look good and feel good in my own skin, but sadly, I'd found I'd lost an inch in length in my erections. And the hardness had gotten less rigid then it had used to be. A previous girlfriend had convinced me to take Viagra, and dear god, I'd heard this stuff was supposed to give you a major stiffy, but this was uplifting in ways I'd never felt before.
One pill left me harder for hours than I had ever known in my life! The only way to get it down was to give it exactly what I wanted, and that was a damn good fuck in the sack till I shot my load at the lucky gal in question. Chere had been surprised to see the effect it had had on me and had said she'd never seen or felt a harder cock that wasn't powered by that blue pill.
"Good evening my dear," Chere cooed as she breezed into the bedroom, her towel strapped wrapped lightly around her gleaming dusky body, her hair still dripping wet looked almost jet black. She spied the lube and butt plug in the harness, and smirked at me in my semi dressed stated with my raging hard cock pointing at her like a massive compass needle. "Someone's feeling frisky then."
"Hmm," I said, eyeing the length of her slender body hidden as it was by the towel. "Are you feeling ready to be frisked?"
"I say, rather, and then some," with that she slowly unwrapped herself from the towel, briefly flashing her naked torso at me before quickly covering up once more, and moving slowly to her side of the bed in a deliberately slow walk. She turned her back to me and slowly let the towel unravel, landing around her ankles. She gave me a sly look before she placed a knee the bed and bent over to crawl on all fours like a hungry lion, eyeing it's prey, ready to pounce.
Her slender body had the sway of a snake, her toned buttocks, accentuated by the curve of her spin, pointed heavenwards. God, her body really was the promised land to me. I'd always felt I must have done something exceptionally good to end up becoming lovers with someone like Chere.
Chere did some sort of daily stretching routine, a mix of yoga and gymnastics, it meant we'd gotten into some rather interesting positions I for one had never even dreamed were possible, None of my previous lovers had been able to put their legs behind their heads or even do the splits, much less fuck in posses like that. Right now, Chere had gone from all fours to a full on downwards dog pose, before sliding onto one side, then somehow spinning herself around as if she was a helicopter blade on the bed!
