Miss Natalie Returns
Part 3: Linda gets her fantasy, and more.
I arrived at Gary and Linda's home around 7:20. Purposefully late in order to set Linda just a little bit on edge. Get her into thinking that maybe I had changed my mind. And that I would be not coming over after all. Also, I chose to wear a very conservative blue dress that zipped up in the back. It had a very high neckline showing almost no cleavage. The bottom of the dress stopped just above knee level.
Gary texted me earlier in the afternoon several hours after our meeting had ended. He told me that as soon as he informed Linda that I would be coming for dinner she had spent the rest of the day preparing the house for my visit. First, she cleaned the entire house from top to bottom paying especial attention to the living room and master bedroom. She then put clean sheets on the bed and made sure that the room was spotless and tidy.
Once the house was clean, she spent the rest of the entire afternoon in the kitchen preparing an incredible meal for the three of us.
When I did finally arrive it was Linda who greeted me at the door. After showing me into the living room she offered me a glass of wine. Once the three of us each had our drink, we sat around the living room. The conversation for the most part was very much a repeat of many of the same topics that we had mentioned about ourselves in the bar the previous night. Linda frequently left the room to check on dinner than would quickly return. Each time she left I would mention, "Could you bring more wine, or more appetizers," whenever mine or her husband's glass or plate was empty.
When everything was finally ready, she announced, "Dinner is served." The three of us sat down to enjoy a wonderful meal. Again, the conversation was a little lacking, but that was to be expected given the nature of my visit this evening. And the tension everyone could feel in the air.
As the evening wore on, I began testing things to determine just how submissive Linda truly is.
Soon Linda found herself actively waiting on her husband and I as we sat around the dining room table. I frequently asked Linda to pass me whatever entrée, side dish, or condiment that was out of my reach. She easily found herself slipping deeper and deeper into a servile role while I became more and more assertive. By the time the three of us had all finished with dinner Linda was practically at my beck and call.
With dinner finished, all it took was for me to subtly mention, "Linda why don't you clean the dishes and tidy up the kitchen while Gary and I get comfortable in the living room. That will give the two of us some time get to know each other a little better." With that Linda began clearing the table while I took Gary's hand and led him back into the living room.
It was about twenty or thirty minutes later when Linda returned to the living room to find Gary and I sitting on the couch with me straddling his legs on my knees. My dress pulled up around my waist so that I could easily position one leg on either side of his thighs exposing the lacey black thong panties I wore underneath my dress. We were busy kissing and caressing each other. Making out like a couple of horny teenagers. We only stopped to briefly acknowledge her presence, before resuming our frolicking.
Gary was having a great time of it. He had become pleasantly just a little tipsy over dinner. And he was still getting used to the idea he was about to fuck a pussy close to twenty years younger in his own home with his wife of twenty years watching. I knew that he loved his wife, but if she was wanting him to have sex with another woman in front of her, why should he be the one to object?
Gary and I continued to make out for several more minutes while Linda watched in silence. When it was time to move thing along, I raised up off of Gary's lap and smoothed my dress back into place. Taking Gary's hand, I helped him to stand. Then lead him to the stairs while giving Linda a very quick little glance letting her know that she should follow.
As the two of us passed through the bedroom door Gary moved to lie on the bed while I took a position near the center of the room. Turning to face the door I watched as Linda followed us into the master bedroom. After taking just a few steps into the room I looked Linda straight in the eyes and snapped my fingers. "Strip," I commanded in a very stern voice.
Linda hesitated. This was clearly not part of the script that she had envisioned in her mind as to how this night would progress. She obviously was expecting to remain full fully clothed as she watched me with her husband. But I had other plans.
After Linda hesitated for several moments, "I said strip," almost shouting the words. "If you're offering me your husband, you'll better damn well do as I say. Understood?"
Linda stood staring at me for another long moment, then looked over at her husband who was watching our exchange with a very keen interest. His wife hesitated for only a few more second, then nodded her head slowly up and down, making up her mind.
"Yes. Of course, Natalie. I understand. Please forgive me," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes now looking down at the floor.
Linda began to fumble with the buttons that ran down the front of her blouse. Once all the buttons were undone the blouse slipped easily off of her shoulders to fall to the ground. Next came the skirt leaving Linda only in her bra, panties, stockings, and shoes. Stopping there she hesitated. Briefly looking up to look me in the eyes then quickly lowering them back down towards the floor.
"All of it," I said. It took about another minute, but soon she was naked standing in the middle of the room. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands.
Gary sitting on the edge of the bed looked on, amused. This was starting to get interesting. So far, his wife had barely resisted at all.
"Don't cover yourself in my presence," I said. "Keep your hands behind your back."
