Her life had become a jumbled mess of unanswered questions and uncontrolled confusion. Oh, and not to mention indescribable amounts of fun.
Not all of it sexual, but certain the recent escapades with her love first in the shower and more recently with him and her sex kitten of an assistant, had prompted her to explore new areas of her personal life.
And explore she would, she had decided.
For several days she after the last experience she felt as if she was in a non corporeal fantasy world, one in which she drifted by without notice. Memories of the experience were quite hazy, but what was still quite clear now as it was that day was the feeling.
That incredible high of sexual release to not only give of yourself, but to also watch what was going on around her.
She had made a discovery that day, as did her lover she found out through subsequent discussion, that the sensual act held not only no boundaries between them, but also that one did not even need to be fully physically involved to gain a great measure of satisfaction.
Certainly they discussed the ramifications of group sex, and had come to an understanding that nothing in their private lives would bring them apart, certainly nothing like they did.
If they were to move forward, they would do so as one loving pair, not two greedy individuals. In fact, her assistant while cute and quite desirable to both, was not the allure that made the event so very delicious.
It was the thoughts, the feelings, the desires.. and the teasing.
She did not deny the pangs of jealousy that swept over her frequently throughout that night as a broom over a dirty porch under midsummer's gray sky, but they were also the source of much of her pleasure.
The fact that he paid more attention to her during the experience than to the other girl certainly helped, and of late their lovemaking involved quite a bit of wild words and naughty fantasies. Kinky overtures tossed back and forth, and she never felt more alive, not to live for any others, but to live for him. To love him, and to please him in any way she could.
Oh, he was most possessive, and that was what made the evening ahead of her so much fun. So appealing.
After all, he had surprised her, shocked her, and very well could have destroyed their relationship with his stunt. How dare he, she thought as her lip curled into a sexy snarl. She wasn't mad, not at all, quite the contrary.
She was determined to get even. How she would do it had to be carefully planned and executed, and she had spent much of her recent free moments plotting and strategizing just how to make him want her more than he ever has before.
After all, turnabout is fair play.
And play she indeed would.
Quite the shy young woman with the proper upbringing and the formal appearance, she would shed the shackles of conformity this night and be someone she perhaps was not, but would enjoy performing as.
She quickly unraveled the items from the earlier week's shopping. Uncoiling soft wrapping tissue, she pulled out a pair of black leather thigh high boots with 6" stiletto heels. There was a thin red line that trailed down the inside length of the boots where the zipper was kept.
Just looking down at them and running her fingers over the smooth finish of the boots brought vivid thoughts to the forefront of her mind.
She grinned knowingly as she traced the red line.
Opening her closet door and hunting to the back on the floor she pulled out the rest of the bags. She pulled out a red halter top made of rubber, and the excitement of not wearing a bra and having her rather full bosom showing through the fabric appealed to her greatly.
She uncoiled a pair of fishnet stockings, and threw it on top of her red leather thong that was resting on her unmade bed.
The finishing touch was the leather black miniskirt that if she wasn't careful exposed enough of herself that any intent onlooker would see most of her world. She could feel a slight tingle just at the mere possibility of some gawking male becoming aroused watching her.
She smiled to herself, and quickly removed her clothing purposefully before calling her lover. She got his voice mail, but hung up and rang him again. He picked up on the first ring and sounded groggy. "I'm just tired, it has been a long stressful day, and there is no end in sight."
Normally she would have comforted him, and offered to do anything within her power to ease his weariness, but not tonight. Not this night. Coldly she replied, "Well, you better save some energy for tonight, I plan to wear you out. In more ways than one." He slightly chuckled, but she could tell he was still lost.
"So you still plan on going through with this? It sounds pretty crazy to me." he prodded her.
She took it all in stride and coolly responded, "Oh, not nearly as crazy as tying me down and fucking my assistant in front of me, you're lucky I'm only making you do this for one night." She licked her dry lips absently awaiting his predictable protest.
That would not come. "So what do I have to do again? Just not touch you unless you say, right? Won't be so bad."
She chuckled in an almost sinister way, and he caught the edginess in her tone. "Oh, not quite, love, basically you're going to do whatever I want tonight, and you can't touch unless I say so. No matter what I do. Period. To you or to me or whatever. Understood?" She was stern with him, and she was enjoying it quite a bit, a little bit of a dominant side to her usual submissive nature.
"Whatever pleases you, babe, but I need to get back to work, just come get me when you're ready. I'll just finish this crap tomorrow. Love you." he said and hung up.
She stood there motionless until the blaring tone of the phone brought her out of deep thought. She hung up the phone, and began the tedious task of getting ready. She was going to look amazing tonight.
And she could not wait to see the look on his face, not only when she picked him up, but throughout the evening.
The night would entail things that were never much their style, and perhaps that was the appeal to it, either way there was no going back now. The damp panties she just dropped to the floor was evidence of that.
