The following is a story of a man who finds himself in a curious but not unwelcome position of preparing a female friend and submissive each time her husband is due to return home from a trip. It's a member requested true story of his long-time lust for her but willingness to accept whatever he could get. Member requested to remain anonymous. All characters are over eighteen years old.
GETTING PREPARED
He pulled into the driveway of her house in the late evening. The sun was just beginning to set, and it was the day before her husband was due back from his recent trip away from home. He had a job to do and was enthusiastic about getting started. She had been waiting patiently for him to arrive. He wanted to be so much more to her than he was, but he found solace in the position he found himself in.
He'd wanted her for years before that moment but circumstances outside of his control took that opportunity away from him. He'd spent that time watching her and helping whenever he could instead. Whatever the task was, he volunteered to help her. He built things for her, cleaned up when she was tired and sometimes just checked in to make sure everything was okay.
One day, he offered a helping hand at her house, and it became pleasantly awkward for him. She had been frantic about getting ready for work and in her hurry, the robe she clumsily tried to keep herself covered with opened widely.
"Well, that was nice," he said without expecting her to hear or even respond.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. She didn't discourage his behavior. In fact, her barely discernible grin gave him the encouragement to continue. It was an odd moment, for sure, but he turned the odd moment into something he could work with. They ended up having a conversation about it and he offered a scenario that he concocted that he thought might serve them both well.
It had been going on for a couple years and although he could never have her as he always wanted, they bonded in a new and almost equally pleasing way.
He walked into the house without announcing himself and tossed his things to the side save for the backpack which contained the tools he needed.
"Where are you?" he asked, almost annoyed in his tone.
"In my room," she responded happily but also hesitantly.
Figures,
he thought.
"You better have things ready. Last time you disappointed me," he told her as he turned into her bedroom.
She was standing next to the bed, naked and unapologetic about her appearance. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up and she was shaved completely. She stood straight as an arrow next to her bed waiting for his inspection. Her body was washed clean and smelled of coconuts and lavender. Her face was innocent and soft. She looked at him as if she hung on to his every word.
He inspected her from top to bottom. Her face was clean and rested. She spent the day preparing for his arrival and it showed. Her shoulders and breasts bore no evidence of a bra or shirt. She appeared to have gone without the restrictive garments for some time that day and he was pleased. He enjoyed the skin of a woman with a dimple-free appearance.
Her waist and legs also failed to reveal evidence of the elastic guards of panties. Her mound was properly trimmed and ready for her next day lover. Her legs were shaved and moisturized per his instructions. Her butt was rounded well and properly tended to having already birthed children in her life.
"You've presented yourself well this time," he told her.
"Thanks," she replied hesitantly yet confidently.
"Are you horny?" he asked.
"Not yet," she told him, "but that's why you're here."
He nodded in agreement.
"That's right. What have you done to prepare for my arrival?"
She looked confused and began to tell him, "Well, I shaved..."
"Yes, I can see that!" he scolded, "What have you
done
, though?"
"I haven't masturbated in several days. I've been wet so long that I don't know what it feels like to be any other way."
"Good girl."
He approached her and pinched her left nipple between his fingers.
