You invited me to a function on a weekend your other woman was away. At first I said no and usually my no's are final but then you had the courage to ask again. Since you did so respectively, I considered the offer seriously. It is rare that we are seen in public together. One reason is that I vowed never to humiliate you. That means it would be hard to dominate and discipline you when around others. The other reason is that you are married and I would never do anything to alert her, which in turn would jeopardize what we have. Ultimately this is about us, but to a higher degree, about me.
You are feeling something different tonight. I can see it in those beautiful green eyes of yours. But whatever it is you are sensing about this evening is dead wrong. I, as always am your mistress and you will treat me as such. I silently pray that you will not be presumptuous and force me to put you in your place. I fear the possibility but am prepared for it. You listen as I set the tone for the evening. "I want you to know that I almost cancelled this outing. The reason being that when I first asked for your home phone number, you gave a set of excuses saying that the number wasn't secure. I was insulted but didn't say anything. A few days later you offered the number as a show of faith. Too little too late... you failed that test. In retrospect I realize that little things, when left unattended can turn into a pattern."
"Respectfully Mistress, that was ages ago," you say.
I am surprised by your statement, "Are you questioning me?"
"Not at all Mistress."
"Are you saying that my feelings aren't valid?"
"No ma'am."
"Then let's consider the matter settled. Now how do I look Rick?" I have chosen a dark red rayon dress that is not too tight but hangs soft against my skin. The dress falls just above my knees so that my shapely legs will entice you.
"Beautiful as usual..."
I sense the hesitation in your voice. "Are you sure?"
"Yes Mistress... but..." Your eyes sweep over me, "...your panty line is visible. You are such an immaculate dresser so I am sure that was not your intent."
"You are correct." I raise the fabric above my thighs and slip the lacy black panties down then step out of them. You watch intently but then close your eyes as you relish the moment. I have folded them with the crotch out and held them under your nose. All men like to sniff panties. You guys think it is your little secret but we women know.
"May I?" Your voice is gentle.
After I nod yes, your hand raises to cup mine, pressing the fabric closer to your nose. You inhale my trace. That essence of puss you love so much. "We'll be late." I say, taking them away and shoving them into your pocket, my hand grazing the hard line or your cock. Just as quickly I walk past you and out the front door. You lock up and put my keys in your pocket since I carry no purse or jacket.
It was only a short drive to the fundraiser. I was not in the best mood, stressed from work, but you were doing your best to cheer me. My mood instantly changes when a handsome man answered the door. He is tall, though not as tall as you with a warm complexion.
"Hello, I'm your host Mark." He extended his hand to you first. Instead of a shake I received a kiss.
I cleared my throat then spoke for us, "I'm Martina, and this is Rick."
He continued to chat as we followed him down the hallway, "It's nice to meet you. Make yourself at home."
I suddenly felt the need for a drink. "Are there refreshments?"
Mark held up his glass of wine "Yes... red or white?"
"Merlot?" you chime in.
"Actually a nice Zinfandel would be better." I smile at you and our private joke.
Mark walks away and as he does so, I stare at his backside. I am sure you noticed but I don't feel bad. Instead I give instructions, "Rick, I want you to mingle tonight. You don't have to stay stuck to my side." As the words escape my lips, my mind turns over possible ways of seducing our host. I walk away without another word you. I am on a mission... a hunt. This is meant as a test of your loyalty and submission. Not disrespect.
*****
During the course of the evening, you follow my instructions. Every now and then we cross paths and make small talk but don't linger. As we are chatting near the appetizers Mark walks up and stands behind me. Two things alert me to his presence. The first is that your facial expression changes and the second is his subtle cologne, a scent that drives me wild. I continue talking and make him come to me. As if on queue I feel warmth on my shoulder. Gentle pressure from a hand.
"Martina, how about that tour of the house you were asking for."
I glance back at you, "Will you excuse me Rick?"
"Yes." And your eyes momentarily fall to the ground, a gesture I appreciate.
"We won't be long." I tell you, before walking away. I feel your eyes on me as I head up the stairs, my fingers intertwined with his as he leads the way.
My tour ends in his bedroom where I sidle up next to him and make a proposition in his ear. A proposition that I know he will accept. I don't know why, maybe it was something in his face or maybe the way he looked at you. I was looking at his ass but he was looking at yours. So I whisper into his ear, "I know you want to fuck me."
Mark is silent. Maybe he isn't used to forward thinking women.
I continue, "I want to fuck you to... but only within a threesome."
He is curious, "Rick?"
"Yes, with Rick. I know he will say yes... he does as I ask. He only wants to please me." I whisper, my warm breath caressing his ear.
He turns his face to mine, "I'll do it if you think he'll be into it..." And then he leans in to kiss me.
