My name is George, and I am an opera lover. Verdi, Puccini, Wagner,... are my musical heroes and I listened to their masterworks more than anything else in my typical Floridian suburban home with swimming pool, BBQ, lanai, etc.
I spend most of my time outdoor and sometimes I must be a nuisance to my neighbors with more traditional music tastes, but who can resist Pavarotti, Domingo and all the others? I of course have a subscription to our local opera house, that if not to par with the Mets, is surprisingly good for a town this size.
Speaking of neighbors, next door lives a couple, Sam and Helen. They are in their forties. I don't know them very well as most of our contacts is to inquire each other health, and to answer "Very well, thank you and you?"
I understood that Sam works for the IRS although I don't know for sure what he does. Helen works part time in real estate.
Sam is your typical serious bureaucrat. He is medium height with a little beer belly, is balding and wears glasses.
Helen is kind of pretty, slim and takes good care of herself, well dressed and made up when she is not in their swimming pool. She is a brunette with brown eyes and is attractive enough.
I don't think they have children, but they have family (brother?, sister? Mother?...) who comes to visit once a while for dinner.
One day, Helen called me from her side of the backyard fence.
"Hello George, how are you?"
"Very well, thank you."
"You know, I noticed that you like opera. I don't know much about it myself, but I have 2 tickets for the production of Tosca, next Friday. My husband does not care for it and he has got some baseball tickets and he rather go there. If you'd like to come with me, maybe you can educate me a little."
"I have seen Tosca last week, but I would love to see it again with you."
"OK, then, it's settled." she said.
"The performance starts at 7:30. If you want to come at 6:30, we'll have a drink and then I'll take you there in my car."
I was strangely anticipating to go with Helen. When she invited me, I could sense she was excited about it.
Came Friday and at 6:30 on the dot, she rang at my door. It was a very nice and warm evening.
She was very elegant in a green dress that came to the middle of her calves. She had her hair done and looked younger. She smelled of an expensive perfume. She was very attractive indeed and my cock let me know it approved.
"Come in, let's have a seat on the terrace. What do you like to drink?"
"I don't know. Do you have some white wine?"
"Of course, I do. I'll have some as well."
"You know, George, I am so happy. I don't know you very well, and I always wanted to know you better. My husband is nice, but very set in his ways, and I sometimes get bored with him."
"Very happy too. You are a beautiful woman and hopefully, I can help."
"You have a woman in your life?"
"Say, I have women, but nothing serious."
Time was running and we had to leave for the show. She sat in the car with her legs showing and I could not keep my hand to go to her knee. She shivered as she had been touch with a live wire.
"Oh, George, ..."
My hand went up her thigh and she opened her legs.
We were at the theater now with the valet waiting to take over the car. We went to take our seats, which were excellent. I whispered in her ear:
"I think we are going to have a wonderful evening."
The magnificent first act of Tosca ended and Helen and I went to the foyer where we got a cup of Champagne.
"How do you like Tosca?" I ask her.
"I love it, but I am so impatient to be alone with you."
The second and third act finished and Helen shed tears at the death of Tosca.
We got the car back and drove home.
"You know, I am somewhat peculiar with my women, I like them very submissive. I wanted to make sure you were aware of it."
"Yes, Sir, I knew that. I had peeped on you when women came to see you. I have seen how you treated them like slaves. I have fantasized about it ever since. I want to belong to you."
My hand went to Helen thigh and moved up to her panties.
"You are soaked, Darling. Take your panties off... Give them to me."
They smelled so good, the woman in heat.
"You are going to be my slut, will you?"
"Oh yes, anything you want. I want you so much."
"You are going to call me Master, and obey me like my slave."
"What about your husband? Is he not going to wonder where you are and what you are doing?"
"Master, we will talk about my husband later."
We had arrived home where I parked in the garage. I took Helen by the hand and led her inside, in the sitting room. I pulled her close to me and kissed her passionately. My tongue explored every corner of her mouth, then I kissed her neck, her throat, behind her earlobe. She was panting.
"Oh, Master, I want you so much, please, make me come."
I removed her dress. She had a very sexy lacy bra, green matching her dress. I removed it and licked and sucked on her nipples that were hard. My hand went to her pussy, that was shaved, and caressed her clit and introduced 2 fingers in her cunt.
She came so hard and with so much noise, that I hoped her husband was not back from the game, as he would have, no doubt, heard her next door.
"Thank you, Master, I've never come like that with my husband."
