Strictly Sexy Part 6
Disclaimer- I do not own any copyrights to Strictly Come Dancing, or anything to do with the BBC. This is a complete work of fiction and doesn't reflect the personal lives of the people contained. This is Part 6 in the Strictly Sexy series.
It had been a few days since my semi girlfriend had surprised me with an amazing group session involving herself and Strictly Pro's Diane Buswell and Joanne Clifton. I had been wracking my brains trying to work out how to pay her back, but so far, I was drawing a blank.
I had also been texting with Joanne over the last day or so, she seemed very eager to get me all to herself, but unfortunately, we'd not been able to get our schedules to match up, but I am sure we'll sort something out eventually.
I glanced down at my watch, it was quarter to seven, I figured I'd better start rummaging through my cupboards and fridge to see what I could rustle myself for dinner. A few minutes later, I found myself feeling like Old Mother Hubbard, as my cupboards were bare. Quickly grabbing my shoes and jacket from my wardrobe. I gathered the rest of my essentials and started to make my way to the shops to get some food.
After arriving and parking up, I was making my way down the fruit and veg aisle, when my phone rang. Looking at the screen it was a mobile number that I didn't recognise.
"Hello" I said answering the call.
"Hi, is this Michael?" an American female voice queried at the other end of the phone.
"Yes, it is, who is this? And how can I help you?"
"Hello Michael." the voice said again.
"My name is Janette Manrara, I was given your number by some mutual friends of ours. Hope I'm not disturbing you?
"Of course, not Miss Manrara, or should that be Mrs Škorjanec?" I asked not quite sure what she preferred to go by.
"Either or" she said with a chuckle.
"But for the purposes of this conversation just call me Janette. Ok?
"Whatever you'd like Janette." I responded with a small chuckle.
"I am soo glad you put it that way." Janette purred down the phone.
"Because what I'd like is YOU! Now I've already spoken to your other half, and I've got her blessing to invite you round to my place for some fun... Tonight!" she said in a way that didn't really make me feel like I could refuse.
"Well..." I stammered.
"Seems like you've got everything sorted out, so I guess the only thing left for me to ask is, where and when?"
"I'm texting you the details now," Janette said. And with that she hung up.
Almost instantly the text alert beeped on my phone, giving me her address and a time which to be there.
"I'd better get a move on," I thought to myself as Janette had only given me an hour and a half to get to hers.
I quickly made my way around the supermarket, grabbing the bare minimum of what I needed. Headed to the checkout, paid, and made my way back to the car. Luckily, the address Janette had given me wasn't too far from where Natasha lived so I knew I had time to get home and have a quick shower, before heading out again.
90 MINUTES LATER
I found myself outside a gated development I pressed the intercom for the house number Janette had given me.
"Hello?" came the familiar voice of Janette.
"Hi, it's Michael."
"Oh, great come on in!" Janette instructed.
Walking up to the front door I wondered what sort of evening I was in for.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response. I soon heard what sounded like high heeled shoes on hard floor, click clacking on the other side of the door. Seconds later the door opened. The sight that greeted me, I could not have imagined in a million years.
There was both Janette and her husband Aljaž. Janette was wearing a blood red leather, studded corset, the smallest black thong I had ever seen, thigh high black hold up fishnet stockings and black leather knee knee-high boots. Aljaž on the other hand was on his hands and knees, a dog collar and leash around his neck, the end of which was tightly held in Janette's hand. He was looking at the ground and was dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts.
"Hi! Come in." Janette said in a voice that oozed sensuality.
"Uh... hi" I replied still trying to digest the sight before me, but slowly making my way into the house.
"Aljaž!" Janette said in a voice that demanded obedience.
"Look up, look at the man that is going to give me everything you can't! A nice big cock, multiple orgasms and cum dripping out of every hole!" she commanded, giving a tug on the leash.
Aljaž slowly raised his head, finally looking up at me. I noticed that in what I guessed was lipstick Janette had written the word cuck across his forehead.
"Shall we head to the bedroom?" Janette queried, looking directly at me. Although I did find my eyes flicking between her and her husband, still not sure what to make of the entire situation. After years of seeing them both on Strictly Come Dancing. I had no idea that this was the sort of relationship they had.
"This way." Janette directed, with a wicked smile on her lips. I followed her and watched as she led Aljaž on his leash up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
I also couldn't help but notice as we walked up the stairs, as my eyes fell upon the small, pert cheeks of her arse, that she was already wearing a butt plug. I felt the blood rush to my cock.
She led Aljaž to a corner of the room, she then made her way to a bedside table where she produced a pair of handcuffs, which were swiftly applied to Aljaž but behind his back so he couldn't adjust his leash, even if he wanted to.
"So, here's how tonight is going to work!" Janette said her eyes locking with mine.
"As you've probably guessed. In our marriage I am the one in control. I am the one who calls the shots. But for tonight, Michael. I am YOUR whore. YOUR slut. HOWEVER, you want me. Nothing is off limits. I only ask one thing. Show Aljaž how a REAL man fucks a woman!
My jaw hit the floor; I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Janette had just offered herself to me. And since my blood flow was now definitely heading below my belt line. I was in no position to say no.
"So...Michael." Janette purred as she started crawling across the bed.
"How do you want me?"
I flashed her a grin as I pulled my shirt over my head.
"Get over here and remove my trousers whore!" I ordered, pointing at my belt.
