Les Deux Escargots
Ted is both freaked out and turned on by his wife's role-play
Ron Ehrs
WHEN BONNIE SUGGESTED role-playing, I was skeptical.
Although I understood how it could be fun, I was not the most imaginative person. When I heard "role-playing," I thought of some clichΓ©d scenario where I would be a swashbuckling pirate, and she would be the aristocratic young woman captured from some British port whom I would get to ravish. It would all feel totally lame, and even if I could come up with some lines, it certainly would not make me horny. I would just feel stupid, as if I was being transported back to childhood and acting in some elementary school play.
Then Bonnie explained her idea, which was different. Instead of playing stock characters, one or the other of us would pretend to be a person we both knew, and whose personality we were acquainted with. That person would then come on to whoever was the "real" person and we would play it out from there.
Seeing that I looked a bit uncertain, she suggested that we begin by having me play my boss, who happens to "drop by" one morning while I was away. She, of course, would be the housewife doing her normal housewife stuff, and not expecting anyone.
She suggested that we do Saturday morning for our first try.
"But Saturday is my golf day," I said. I wanted to put my foot down about my weekly opportunity to hang out with the guys, but I sensed this was not the time.
"This is important, Ted," she said. "We hardly ever get a chance to do something special together on the weekends. You can skip one Saturday for this. For me?"
She told me to wear my most formal suit and tie, and go off for a 15-minute drive, and then come back and knock on the door.
* * *
Saturday morning, I followed her instructions. She told me to wait for her to go to the kitchen before I put on my suit, and then sneak out the front door without her noticing.
I did so. I put on my black suit (which I usually only wore to funerals and very formal events) and a new dark tie I hadn't worn yet, and headed out. I drove around for more than 15 minutes -- I was still nervous about this whole thing, and by no means convinced it was a good idea. Finally, I had to stop procrastinating and I pulled into our driveway and walked up to the front door.
I had no idea what would happen next. I was kind of afraid that Bonnie would answer the door in some thin bathrobe or something, like one of those pizza delivery porn scripts, and a total turnoff.
I knocked, and when the door opened, there was Bonnie, not wearing a bathrobe, but just a pair of extremely short shorts I had never seen before, and a rather tight T-shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra. I had almost forgotten what an amazing body she had -- and what an amazing rack.
I wasn't expecting this at all. She never dressed like that around me. Seeing her in that outfit surprised me, but it was also a lot sexier than I could've imagined.
"Mr. Madison? Hi. Good morning. Can I help you?"
"Hi, Mrs. Hale. I was looking for Ted. Is he around?"
"Gosh, no Mr. Madison. Ted left about a half hour ago to go golfing with his buddies. He probably won't be back till late afternoon. Would you like to come in for some coffee or something? I just made a fresh pot." She stepped back to let me in.
I walked in, and she led me to the living room and motioned for me to have a seat on the couch.
Was I really supposed to be okay with the idea that my wife was inviting my boss, who she'd only met at one or two office parties, to come into the house while I was away? While she was dressed in those shorts and, well, no bra? I mean I knew this was supposed to be just role-playing, but maybe it would've been better if we had just stuck to pirates and stuff. At least that way there wouldn't be anything to weird me out.
When I sat down on the sofa, Bonnie was still standing. She asked, "I can get you some coffee, Mr. Madison. Or, if you'd prefer, I can get you something a little stronger." She smiled and...
Holy shit. Did she just shimmy her tits at me? It was so quick, I couldn't be sure. It felt like one of those subliminal flashes that advertisers use in movies. I tried to remember if she had ever shimmied her tits at me before. I didn't think so, not even when we were back in college. I probably didn't even know she could do that. Was she doing that because I was my boss? Or maybe just because it wasn't me? I didn't like either of those ideas.
"It's pretty early in the morning for me, Mrs. Hale," I said.
"Please, call me Bonnie. I'm not a very formal person."
"Well, in that case, I guess you should call me Bill."
"Bill? You seem more distinguished than that. Can I call you William instead?"
Jesus. What the hell? She was being awfully damn nice to my boss.
"And as far as what time it is, Ted and his buddies spend hours at the 18th hole as soon as they finish their game of golf. To tell the truth, sometimes he comes home pretty sloshed and falls right over, and it's not even 5 o'clock."
Dammit. That wasn't true at all. Sure, I would have a drink or two with my buddies after playing golf, but it wasn't like that at all. Why was she telling my boss these stories behind my back?
"Well, in that case, I think I wouldn't mind a drink. Heck, go ahead and make it a double. Whatever kind of Scotch you have is fine."
"That sounds good, William. I think I'll have the same."
Was it my imagination, or did she just shimmy her tits again? I really needed that drink. And what was my wife doing, drinking a double Scotch at this hour? Did she do this all the time?
* * *
I listened to the noises from the kitchen. I heard Bonnie getting glasses down from the cabinet, opening the freezer door, and dropping ice cubes into the glass. Then I heard her pouring Scotch into the glasses.
I expected her to come out, but she was still busy with something. This made me really nervous. Was she going to come back into the living room completely naked? I definitely was going to have a problem with that.
When she came back in, holding the two glasses, she was still fully clothed -- at least as fully clothed as she could be in that outfit. I couldn't take my eyes off the motion of her tits as she walked. But there was something else. She had had her hair up in back when I came in, but now she had let it down, reminding me how amazing her long blonde hair looked with her bright blue eyes.
Under the circumstances, she was looking entirely too good. She never looked that good for me. Did she? And I couldn't quite tell, but it was looking to me as if her nips were sticking out more as well. Somehow, I was getting upset and horny at the same time.
She handed me my glass and sat down beside me. Not at the other end of the sofa -- a lot closer than that. Almost...intimately close? Much too close for her to be sitting beside my boss, who she barely knew at all.
"Ted's a great guy," I said, taking a drink from my glass. "You're a lucky woman.... And he's lucky to have you," I added, unable to take my eyes off her nips as they stood up perkily, shouting for attention.
"He is a great guy," Bonnie said, taking a stiff drink. "Of course, you know how it is. I mean we've been married a long time and...well maybe he doesn't pay as much attention to me as he used to. When we met in college, we were pretty hot and heavy. But now... Well, sometimes we go as long as a month without...you know. And, even though I'm getting older -- I'm getting close to 40 -- a girl still has needs."
"You don't look anywhere near 40," I said. "I would have thought you were in your 20s."
"William, I wish that were true." She looked at me. "Of course, I'm sure you don't have that problem in your marriage. You're much too...I definitely shouldn't say this, but you're too sexy to let things fall into a routine."
What the hell? Now she was complaining about our marriage behind my back? A month? I mean I knew there had been the occasional week here and there, but a month?
And flirting with my boss? Part of me wanted to put a stop to this whole thing now. But the other part of me was distracted by her tits and her nips, and was trying to figure out how to get to them. Was she complaining, or was she coming on to me? I took another drink of my Scotch.
We sat there in silence for a moment. Then Bonnie continued, "I know I had met you at Ted's office parties, but I hadn't realized how interesting you were. I don't remember getting to meet your wife."
"Well," I said, "she doesn't come to many of the office parties. She's busy with a lot of things, you know charity work, garden club, book club. I mean it's fine, but you know, we're both...busy. You know how marriage is."
"I do know," Bonnie said, edging closer on the sofa. She looked at my glass. "Why don't I get us another round and we can keep talking. This is all very fascinating."
She got up and headed back to the kitchen with our glasses in hand. I watched her ass twitching as she walked. Her very cute ass.