Long Lunch

I had enjoyed the little edge-smoothing orgasm felt at the sight of the tapes and now I was ready to do a little detective work. But first, I needed to clean up a little.

I stepped into the shower knowing that as I lathered myself with his soap, I would be reaching another level of intimacy with him. Just a reminder of him across my wet naked body, so clean and so dirty. I wanted to be really clean for him and the woman he was bringing for us to enjoy. I spread white bubbles across my breasts, enjoying their firmness and the responsiveness of my nipples. I knew that they were just fringe benefits for him, but I hoped that the woman would be pleased with them. I soaped up my lips and ass, feeling the familiar stirrings, but rather than indulge, I told myself no. I wanted to save something for him and her. Warm water soothed me a little and I felt like I was ready to begin my investigation. After drying off and smoothing a little of his aftershave on my legs, I slipped into the white silk kimono I had brought with me.

I started in his closet. I noted his shoes, the ones obviously for work, the ones used on the weekends. I remembered how much I loved to see him dressed up, how sure and slick he always looked. I liked the beautiful rich hues, wines and greens and blues of his shirts. I ran my hands across them, hung in a system only he could figure out and, as I did so, I lowered my nose to them and inhaled deeply. That heavy, dark scent that I associated with him was there, but faint and ghostly, making me yearn for him all the more. I was beginning to feel a little lonely, surrounded by him with him not there. His scent, his memory, his clothes and goods and pictures of him, but not him.

To console myself, I took a white dress shirt off of a hanger. Removing my own silk robe, I slipped it on, feeling the sleeves slide across my arms like his hands. As I buttoned only the top button, it felt like his arms around me and I was comforted again. But I needed one of his ties to make me really happy. I knew the one I wanted, the one he had used on me before and I was not disappointed to find it laid across a doorknob, both casual and planned. I had an idea that he had left it where he could find it for later. I draped it around my neck, feeling slightly silly for not ever learning how to tie one properly. Luxuriating in his clothes, I felt the need for something of myself.

I rummaged through the little bag of tricks I had brought with me for the occasion and found the white lace thong. Demure, but still sexy. So feminine next to his tie and shirt. I put my hair up on top of my head and went in to apply some make up. I knew I wouldn't need much, so just a little mascara and lipstick and powder to remind him that I was ready to play the role he had in mind for me. After glancing at myself in the mirror, I believed I was ready for him and our friend to arrive.

I took my place back in the closet as the appointed time drew close. I knew he liked a relatively early lunch, and I didn't want the other woman to be ill at ease, so I hid a bit early. This piqued my anticipation all the more. He had told her he wanted her to meet his pet. She agreed, smart girl, taking any chance to be at home alone with him during the day. And though he had not deceived her, I was not sure how much she actually knew. I was also sure that any woman lucky enough to come home with him would certainly agree to whatever he had in mind. Little did she know he almost, almost, had to be talked into it.

I heard several cars drive by and, like a true pet, stirred each time, hoping my master had returned with a new toy for me. Eventually, one car stopped. I waited breathlessly as I heard him unlocking the front door. As soon as I heard his voice and hers, I felt a little sad. I knew the plan was for him to begin, and when the time was right, motion me to the bed, but I had spent so many hours thinking of this moment that my already shallow reserves of patience were drained. I breathed deeply to calm myself, remembering that this was my idea, that I asked for this and I knew the risks. I just hoped the rewards would be worth it.

The dogs barked in their room and he let them out to run around and meet his new friend. New to them anyway. He knew her from work and had flirted outrageously with her. She admired the house and made small talk, but I could tell by her voice that he had already begun to rub her back. My breath came faster and I felt the heat begin.

Just the thought of him, soon to be bringing her to me like an offering, breaking her in, breaking her down, showing her the joy of his hands, was enough to make me shiver. I listened for the gap in sound and was not disappointed. The silent kisses, louder than words, more eloquent than sighs, confirmation that her lips were locked in his. I knew it would not be long until I had in my sights the most beautiful images I could imagine.

My hand strayed down to my braless nipples, stroking them to the unseen rhythms of their kisses and pressings. Body against body, hands moving so searchingly over each other as my own hands sought my sex. Wet, pouting, heavy I found it. Just the tiniest tip of a finger did I use, as I heard the door to his bedroom open.