Wednesday. Every Wednesday. Face it, it's the middle of the week, everyone's tired and we still have two more days to go until the weekend. That's when Christina and I decided that we needed something to look forward to besides they fact that, well, it's Wednesday. And...Power Wednesdays was born.
I'm Dan. Christina and I have been together for 10 years. We discovered about five years ago that we both like power. Losing it. Having it. Absolutely. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when someone else is in charge and you are the willing servant, ready to obey, wherever the road takes you. Its alter-ego is just as powerful. You have the control, you have a willing submissive who will execute your plan on command. We trade places, every week, on Wednesday. Yesterday, she ruled. This is what happened.
It started out with a text I received from Christina at 4:37. She plays cards with her girlfriends once a month. They take turns hosting and this month, as luck would have it, everyone was coming to our house tonight at 7:00. That was two hours and twenty three minutes away.
C: You know I rule tonight, right?
D: Yup. Cards still on at our house?
C: Yes. And, you get to serve us!!!!!
D: I guess this means I'm not going for a run?
C: That's exactly what that means. Be home by 7:00 sharp.
D: k
I just sat there in my office. This was a first. I figured she'd dream up something crazy for us after her friends left. I have seriously never been at home during one of these get-togethers. I wondered if they really played cards or if they just drank and talked about how crazy their husbands and boyfriends were. I guess I'd find out soon enough.
I drove in the driveway at exactly 7:00. I was relieved that "the bin" was no where I sight when I pulled up. The bin, the infamous bin... So, a little back story. About a month into Power Wednesdays, I invented the bin program. It's a blue storage bin you can get from any Target or Wal-Mart and it serves as the clothes depository. If you're the servant on Power Wednesday and you see the bin, you get naked and put all your clothes in the bin...wherever the bin is. And, if there is anything in the bin, you get the honor of wearing whatever that is until you're told to take it off. Easy enough, right?
The inaugural use of the bin was when Christina was my faithful servant one Wednesday. I placed the bin inside the front door with a note that said, "Everything goes in here. Everything." A few minutes after she got home from work that day, she was wearing only a smile and had the hardest nipples I'd ever seen. The bin has made its rounds, including our front porch, outside by the pool and even the time I placed it out by our mailbox. I sat inside and stroked my cock while I watched her get completely naked in broad daylight and scurry in the house. It was excellent. She payed me back the following week by driving to my office, opening my car, and placing the bin on the passenger seat. I seriously drove home completely naked, not even shoes! I walked in the door absolutely naked and incredibly hard, I think I came as soon as she touched my cock. Yes, I am that much of an exhibitionist. More on that later...
When I walked in the door, I kissed her and she escorted me to the kitchen. She was wearing a thin sun dress I bought her on our last vacation. I could tell she didn't have a bra on and her 34c's were gently wobbling as she held my hand. That totally turns me on. I love seeing her braless tits. As we entered the kitchen, there was the bin. Inside was an apron. She was smiling when I looked over at her, I've seen that smile before. I said, "This looks like fun. Glad you cancelled the card party."
She immediately came back with, "Oh, I didn't cancel the party, the girls will be here in 30 minutes. Get naked big boy." I was stunned. Did she really expect me to wear only an apron in front of her friends for the whole night? Seriously, there was no way she was going to do this. I stood there for what seemed like forever until she lifted up her dress and showed me her tan, smoothly shaven pussy.
"If you want some of this, you better get rid of those clothes." She reached down and spread her lips apart and slid her finger across her clit with her middle finger. Then, she took her finger and smeared it across my lips. Man... I love the taste of her pussy. And, naked I was. Right then. Right there. My cock was sticking straight out in front of me. Immediately I reached down and started to play with it. Christina pulled my hand away and said I had wait until later. Ugh, I'm a guy, I can't keep my hands off my cock, especially when I'm hard! Once I had the apron on, it was easier to focus on the task at hand, no pun intended.
She ordered me to stay in the kitchen and not come out till I was told. I heard everyone arrive, one by one. With each arrival was a woman who was going to see me mostly naked and likely hard. I was a nervous wreck. But hey, Christina bought wine and I apparently was the bartender. It seemed like it was "wine-thirty," so I poured my first glass. I heard our friend Karen say, "Where's Dan?"
Christina responded with, "Well, Dan is in the kitchen, and he's going to be our servant tonight. His job will be to bring us snacks, wine, refills, and eventually dessert. That said, I have a little disclaimer. Dan is my servant tonight, so, if there's anything you need, just let me know. You should also know that Dan is wearing an awesome apron I bought him – and only an apron."
Sarah, our other friend, almost choked. "You mean, he's naked?"