"It's not like that."
"Yeah, well, I do need to do something to find a higher class of woman."
"Want to buy a farm?" I asked, laughing.
"No thanks!"
The closing went smoothly; none of the Martin Family even showed. I was out of their lawyer's office in forty-five minutes. Elly's parents had canceled, saying something about a golf outing and awards dinner. As a result, Elly had stayed back with the boys at home. So with the keys to the property, I headed out. Just after five I pulled into Elly's driveway. It had been threatening rain all day, but now the sun was peeking through and it seemed like the perfect omen.
Elly greeted me at the door with a great big kiss of congratulations. I was very happy, but she might have been just as happy for me, or for us. Even the boys, with their mother's prompting like it was rehearsed, told me congratulations and gave me big hugs. I'm not sure they really understood what was so fantastic, yet they seemed willing to accept our word for it.
I wanted to go see the house right away, so we packed the kids in my car and headed over there. Nothing had changed since the final walk through I'd had with Sandy a few weeks back, only now I paid more attention to the living details, and Elly helped me. While the boys explored the house, she and I cleaned out the kitchen cabinets, dumping very old looking spices, flour, and sugar. We found some trash bags in the pantry, and we loaded four of them with junk to be thrown out.
Next, we did more of the same throughout the house, throwing away old looking towels, linens, and other junk. The garbage cans were overflowing with bags by the time we left for dinner.
Elly had picked a nice spot for dinner, while not going too fancy since we had the boys. She insisted on paying, as her congratulatory gift to me on the great deal. I reluctantly agreed.
The place was a typical Wisconsin supper club, and at her urging I had a steak for dinner while she and the boys split two 'all you could eat' fish fries. The steak was surprisingly good, but after tasting theirs I realized I would have liked the perch fish fry, too. The boys ate well, despite being continually urged to eat more of the fish than the fries. We skipped dessert and all left stuffed.
Elly whispered to me on the way out that she had something in mind for dessert once the boys were down. I told her I couldn't wait.
I played with Blake and Blaine until bedtime, while Elly disappeared for a while upstairs. She returned in a satiny robe about forty-five minutes later, with two glasses of moonshine. We sipped those and read stories to the boys until they were nearly passed out, then carried them up to bed at about eighty thirty.
We quietly closed the door to the boys' room and she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. As she opened the door, I could hear soft music playing Bolero or some other smooth romantic piece. The room was cast in candlelight and I could smell some kind of incense in the air. Her bed was turned down, with a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on one of the side nightstands.
Elly pulled me to the bed and had me stand next to it while she stripped me of my clothes. By the time I was down to my boxers, my dick was already tenting the material out. When she dropped those to my ankles, she stopped briefly to kiss the head of my rapidly expanding cock a couple times. She gave it a few quick licks before standing and pushing me back on the bed. Until then, not a word had passed between us since entering the room.
"Can you open the champagne?" Elly asked sweetly.
"Sure."
"The glasses are right there."
While I popped the cork on the champagne and poured us both glasses of the bubbly, I couldn't help but notice her pulling what appeared to be a padded dining room table chair from the corner to the foot of the bed.
"Here's to you and your new farm, Jack," Elly said, toasting me with a click of the glasses.
"Thanks."
In between kisses, with me seated on the bed and her standing in front of me, we finished our first glasses. Then she took them from me to set them back down. She instructed me to sit on the bed with my back on the pillow as she moved back to the foot of the bed by the chair.
"Ok," Elly said with a big infectious smile. "I'm all yours tonight, master. You can do whatever you want to this slave girl's body; just let me start you off with a little striptease for your benefit, my lord."
"Great."
I watched as Elly climbed up on the chair, her long blonde hair hanging loosely down over her shoulders. She started swaying to the music and moving slowly around in a circle on the chair. As she came back around she started loosening the belt that held the satiny robe together. She kept slow-dancing in a circle, and it wasn't until she made it back around that I saw she had a very skimpy negligee on underneath.
Elly let the robe slide slowly from her shoulders and I got a good look at her sexy attire. She had a very sheer negligee on, and underneath that an equally sheer bra and panty set. Both were very small and barely covered her nipples and pussy. After dropping the robe to the floor she danced around once more, swaying erotically to the music, her hips and arms moving like a sensuous exotic dancer.
When she finally slipped the outer negligee from her shoulders and it fell to a pool on the chair, I got my first clear look at her tiny bra and panty set. Even in the candlelight, I could make out the shape and pinkness of her sweet nipples under the almost nonexistent fabric. The bottom was a thong, with her spectacular butt fully exposed.
Elly swirled around slowly with the music, her arms pointed at the ceiling. My cock was stone-cold hard and leaking precum already. As I intently watched her erotic dance and saw her discarded negligee fall to the floor, I could feel my dick throbbing and pulsing with desire. She was playing the part of a harem girl or sex slave to perfection.
When she came slowly around again, I could clearly see her nipples pushing hard against the light, lacy black mesh of her teeny top. I could even make out the pout of her pussy through the minuscule triangular covering.
She kept up the little swirl while undoing the top in the back. The coverings over her nipples held, though, until she pushed her arms together in front of her. I watched mesmerized as they slowly dropped off her arms, exposing her extremely cute and pert tits. Once the top had joined the other clothes on the floor, she held her arms together over her head again. She moved her arms in several ways that worked to push her breasts together and then fully apart.
My cock was calling me to touch it. I knew that with a few strokes I'd easily shoot a huge load straight into the air toward the ceiling. Elly was into her little dance too, as she had her eyes closed sometimes as she moved. She now pulled on her nipples and moved her tits around by holding those two sweet morsels.
"Oh god, Elly," I groaned, as my cock twitched another dollop of pre-cum out the tiny hole in my purple, engorged head.
"Call me your wench or whore," Elly pleaded.
"God, you look hot, wench."
"Only for you, master."
I stared fascinated as she swirled around once more. When she faced me this time, she started to wiggle seductively out of the tiny little thong. The black mesh of the triangle held to her groin for a second before slowly following the strings down her legs. It was then I realized her pussy was completely bare. She'd shaved off the little strip she normally had on top.
"Oh, you beautiful whore," I chided. You shaved for me."
"Do you like it this way, master?"
"Yes. I do very much, my sweet."
"I'll keep it any way you like from now on, master."
"That's a good little slave."
When the tiny bottoms joined the rest, Elly started moved exotically to the music once again. Completely naked, she got into a slow sensual dance. She shook her blonde mane of hair. She leaned forward and her hair completely covered her face. Then she'd stand with her head fully back and show me her hair nearly touching her sweet ass. She started playing with her tits and nipples again pulling them until they were extended quite a way from her body.
What followed next, I'd never expected. Still standing on the chair, Elly lifted her leg until it was nearly straight up over her head like a ballerina. Her toes pointed to the ceiling as her mouth touched her leg. I was surprised to see how flexible she was, but I was more fascinated to watch her body, especially her pussy, as she held the position before working her foot behind her head.
