Pillow Talk
Whispers in the dark
Cate was stretched out on their king-size bed, reading something on her tablet and waiting with anticipation, and maybe a little trepidation, for her husband to join her. The lights were low and the sweet aroma of sandalwood incense permeated the air. She was propped up with her back against the headboard with her long legs crossed at the ankles and was decked out in some of her most alluring (and expensive) lingerie. She was resplendent in full sex bomb regalia and pulled out all the stops, donning what Tom referred to as 'the greatest hits'. Her black satin and lace balconette half bra provided a rock-solid shelf for her heavy breasts, leaving her thick, pencil eraser nipples enticingly bare. The lace garter belt, French silk stockings, and minuscule, transparent thong comprised the bulk of her outfit. Her prized Louboutin c.f.m. heels (bought secondhand) and a leather O-ring choker completed the provocative ensemble. She was seduction and sexuality personified.
Cate closed her tablet and put it on her nightstand as Tom entered the bedroom. He moved slowly to the foot of the bed, stopped, and stood enchanted by the erotic vision recumbent before him.
"Are we still okay?" Cate asked softly, a look of concern on her perfectly made-up face.
Tom took a few seconds to respond. "Yeah, we're okay. I'm going to need just a little time to process it I think," he replied. "I thought I was pretty well prepared for anything but it did rattle me a bit to actually see it."
"Do you have questions for me?"
Tom thought a moment while moving to sit down on the side of the bed facing away from her. Then he said, "You were very vocal. All those things you said. I never would have known about those if you were just describing it to me. I guess it took me by surprise."
"Oh, baby... honey. What did you expect me to say? I was getting fucked silly over a massage table in the middle of the afternoon. It was all just sex talk. That's all it was, you know that. I couldn't video the massage so I thought that filming the sex part would be so much better than just describing it to you. Should I not have recorded it for you? Or not shown it to you?
"No, I'm glad you that, mainly because it meant that you thought to do it. You didn't just put me out of your mind, and knowing that helped me to get over the little bit of jealousy and weirdness of witnessing my wife getting fucked by someone else for the first time. It showed that you wanted to share this experience with me in the best way you could." Tom answered, turning to face his wife.
"Well, it was perfectly clear what you wanted to happen and I knew you expected to hear all about it when I got home. I figured a video of it was going to be way more exciting for you than me just describing what took place.
"I told you before I left that if we did what you suggested, there was a 100% chance that two people were going to get seriously turned on. And let's face it, you orchestrated the entire situation. Your text clearly spelled out what you expected to happen. You wanted me to use the Free Pass and get fucked so that I could come home and tell you all about it. That's right, isn't it? I didn't misread this, did I? Or should I not have let him fuck me?" asked Cate.
"No, you didn't misread it. I wanted you to have a good time teasing him and expected there was a good chance you'd be having sex once you were both in the thick of it. That was why I told you to peek and see if he was getting hard while he was touching you. I of course knew he was going to get an erection and that once it was available it might be difficult for you to resist it. I mean, it's been a while since you've experienced that and I basically just wanted you to go for it so... Free Pass time. I was well aware of exactly what I was doing when I sent that text."
"You didn't really answer my other question. Should I not have let him fuck me? Did I go too far? Are we in trouble?"
