Authors Note: This is another
FICTIONAL
story. All characters in the story are
FICTIONAL
with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are
FICTIONAL
.
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Several weeks had passed since Marcus' birthday at the Honey Pot lounge and the usual restless feelings were starting to build inside of me. I decided that I wanted another "Reparations Dinner" kind of event but this time I wanted to be the only female. I decided to call Darby to see if he could set something up.
I had arranged to work at home one day and, while my husband was in the office, I called Darby and let him know that I was ready to play again.
"What kind of situation are you looking for?" he asked.
"I don't really know but I want something more than just one evening and I want to really push my boundaries this time." I replied.
"Your boundaries are already pretty broad." He laughed. "But let me think about it and I'll get back to you."
"Sounds good." I smiled knowing that Darby's imagination would run rampant.
A couple of weeks went by and I was beginning to think that Darby had forgotten about me. Then one day I was driving home from work when my phone rang.
"Hello".
"Hi Janice, It's Darby. Can you talk?"
My nipples immediately grew hard in anticipation of his proposal.
"Yes, I'm driving home from work. There is nobody in the car with me." I croaked.
"Good. You said that you wanted something like the "Reparations Dinner" weekend but even wilder."
"Yes, nothing disgusting or dangerous but otherwise anything goes." I replied.
"How much time can you take off work?" he asked.
"Well I have several weeks banked. What do you have in mind?"
"Can you take a week off starting two weeks from now?"
"Shouldn't be a problem." I replied.
"Good. I will start making arrangements. When I have everything in place I will email you."
"Thanks Darby. I look forward to your email."
The phone went dead and realized that I needed to concentrate on the road. My nipples we still hard and I felt a warmth and slight dampness between my legs. My only problem was how to let my husband know that I would be gone for a week. In the end I decided to just tell him straight up.
I got home and Alan arrived about ten minutes later. I was busy in the kitchen making dinner and Alan went up to get changed out of his suit and tie. Over dinner we chatted about our day and then I decided to just blurt it out.
"In a couple of weeks I'm taking some time off work."
"Good, you've been stressed out a little lately. Some downtime will do you good. How long are you taking off and what are you going to do?" he replied.
"I had a chat with Darby today. I have no idea what I'm going to be doing but he has something in mind for me. I'll be off for a week" All of a sudden I felt a little guilty.
"Something that lasts a week?" he giggled nervously.
"Yes, I told him I wanted a wild weekend but he stretched it to a week. I hope that's ok?"
"It's fine but you really should have mentioned it to me first."
"I know. I'm sorry." I gave him my best doe eyed look. "Do you want me to cancel it?"
"No, it's ok. You go ahead. Will I see you at all during that week?"
"I doubt it. It sounds like Darby has something in mind for the whole week. I doubt that I'll be home at all."
We finished our dinner in silence and the evening dragged by very slowly. When we got to bed I tried to touch him but he turned away.
"Save yourself for Darby." He snorted.
The next few days passed quietly. My husband wasn't talking much and the atmosphere felt a little like it did when my slut adventure originally began. Our conversation was polite and civil but there was tension in the air.
The following week the e-mail arrived. All it contained was a date and time and an address in the city. I wondered what I should wear and decided it would be best if it was something I would be happy stripping out of. I figured that that was a fair bet. I told Alan that I was taking the next week off.
When the Monday morning arrived Alan got up and left for work. I stayed in bed until he had left and then got ready for my week. My preparations consisted of shaving the usual parts and making sure that everything was clean and tidy. I had a quick breakfast and picked up my overnight bag and left.
I arrived at the address in the city with five minutes to spare and knocked on the heavy wooden door. The building looked very old but well maintained. The door swung open and a woman in a prison guard's outfit ushered me in.
"Hands behind your back." She ordered.
I complied and felt a pair of handcuffs go on.
She lead me down a long corridor to another impressive wooden door where to more guards were waiting. They pushed the heavy wooden door open and I was led inside.
The room was set up like an old courtroom. I was taken up a couple of steps and found myself in what must have been the prisoner's box. From here I could see the entire room. As I looked around the room I heard several sharp bangs and heard someone shout "Order. Order in the court."
"Is this a real courtroom?" I asked the guard.
"Yes, it's most often used when the Old City Hall court is overloaded but it's also used to train staff and lawyers as well."
"Are you a real guard?"
"Yes, I work for the police service." She answered.
The public gallery was full and several "lawyers" sat at a table. At the front of the court sitting above everyone else was the judge. He was an older white man and he wore the black robes and wig hat that a judge might wear in old time England. He had half rimmed glasses on and was looking at me over the top of them. Apart from me he appeared to be the only white person in the room.
"Please state your name, age and place of residence." He ordered.
I complied.
"Do you know why you are here today?" he asked.
"No I don't." I replied.
"You will refer to me as 'Your Honour'" he huffed.
"You are here today because you are charged with being a black cock sucking cum drinking slut whore of the highest order. How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?"
"I am not a whore." I shot back.
