The Marriage Vows
'So, what is your take on it, Lara?' I asked the doe eyed young woman standing next to me in her kitchen.
'My take on what?'
'Should a wife obey her husband or not?' I replied.
'Well if she promised to do so, then I guess she should.' Lara answered in a small voice.
I was there as a guest at the dinner party that she, and her husband Robert, had organised for some friends and business colleagues. During dinner earlier, there had been a discussion round the table on the subject of the wedding vows that require a wife to love, honour and obey her husband. Most of the women present were adamant that this vow of obedience was a relic of the past and had no place in a modern marriage. The men mostly agreed, but I suspect that some did so only to please their wives.
'So you do whatever Robert tells you then?' I asked with a smile.
'Yes I do.' She answered with downcast eyes.
'And do you always do what you are told?'
'Mostly' she whispered.
I had observed Lara's compliant demeanour at other social gatherings like this in the past, which indicated she was a submissive. So in my semi-inebriated state I thought this was as good an opportunity as any to check if this was so.
I dared to ask 'Do you like being told what to do Lara?'
She nodded silently with downcast eyes, as her face went bright red.
Taking a huge risk now, I moved closer and bent to whisper in her ear, 'Lara, I want you to go to the bathroom, remove your panties, then return and discreetly hand them to me.'
As I straightened, she raised her head and stared at me wide eyed in stunned silence, then turned and walked out of the kitchen without saying a word.
'Shit, I've made a huge mistake' I thought, and cursed myself, and the wine I had consumed, for the impulse that had prompted me to say that to her. I half expected her husband to come barging in at any moment to demand an apology or even to attack me, but nothing of the sort happened.
I waited in the kitchen, listening to the buzz of conversation and laughter emanating from the dining room but after a while Lara had not returned, so I went and joined the others at the dining table.
'What the fuck was I thinking' I silently berated myself as I sat down, appalled at my own behaviour towards our hostess, who also happened to be the wife of my business partner.
'You are a total shit.' I told myself in disgust, while trying to force a smile and pretend to re-engage in the conversation around the table.
Lara eventually appeared and took her seat at the table, and although she seemed quite composed, I noticed she avoided eye contact with me, which was hardly surprising under the circumstances.
Much later on, my wife Helen glanced at her wristwatch and exclaimed. 'Good Lord, look at the time, we must leave soon as we have an early start. Our son is moving out tomorrow and we have offered to help him.'
Her remark prompted a further discussion about children leaving home and flying the nest, which delayed our departure somewhat. The party began to break up at this point anyway, so we all trooped into the hallway to retrieve our coats and scarves. Each of us guests thanked our hosts for a wonderful evening and shook hands or kissed our fellow guests as they departed.
Lara came over to me as I put on my coat, then as I bent to kiss her proffered cheek she whispered, 'Look in your coat pocket.' then stepped away with a shy smile.
My wife had agreed to drive us home, so on the journey I slipped a hand into my coat pocket and my heart leapt as I felt a panty-sized piece of material inside. I realised then that Lara had obeyed my instruction to bring me her panties after all. 'Wow' I silently yelled, as my mind conjured up images of Lara submitting to my every perverted whim.
When we got home and whilst Helen was in the bathroom preparing for bed, I took the opportunity to examine the panties in detail. They were made of a black lacy material and had not been worn recently. So I guessed that Lara had selected them from her underwear drawer and slipped them into my coat pocket in the hall, while I was waiting in the kitchen for her return.
I should introduce myself at this point I suppose. My name is Henri - of French/Irish parentage and married to Helen who is English. We are both in our late forties, have one son and we live in an affluent leafy suburb of Bristol in England. I am a senior partner in the software development company that Lara's husband, Robert and I, established after we both graduated from Oxford University.
A few days after the house party, I had almost forgotten the panty incident, when I received an email that read, 'Did you find the item you requested in your pocket? L.'
I was puzzled at first, then as I stared at the words on the screen I began to realise what the message referred to, so I also knew who had sent it. My heart was thumping as I typed my reply, 'Many thanks for your message L, also for the article you mentioned. Please let me know when you are available to meet, as I would like to discuss the matter with you in more detail.'
She replied within the hour in an email that read 'I will be sitting on a bench seat by the pond in the local park at 3.00pm on Thursday next, if that suits you?'
'That suits me fine, but be aware that I will expect to be handed your (warm) panties this time.' I replied.
She answered 'Ha ha, I'll have to think about that.'
Thursday afternoon was warm and sunny which was ideal for a jog, so donning track- suit and trainers I headed out for the park. I timed my run so I was passing the pond area around 3.00pm, where I saw Lara sitting on one of the bench seats as she had suggested.
She looked very attractive in a pretty floral summer dress and her blond hair that lay loose on her shoulders. She saw me too and waved as I approached.
'Hello, well what a coincidence to meet you here' I said loudly for the benefit of anyone nearby. 'Would you mind if I join you?'
'Please do' she replied as I went to sit beside her.
'Well Lara we meet alone at last.' I said.
'Yes we do, but I worry that we might be seen together.'
'Let's make the most of it then, and before we go any further, I believe there is a little task I asked you to perform for me?'
Her face reddened as she gazed at me with her soft brown eyes. 'But this is a public park, surely you are not serious?' she replied.
'Oh but I am.'
The park bench she had chosen was screened from behind by a laurel hedge, and was only partly visible from the pond area. Lara now nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching while I stood in front to screen her. Then she stood up, raised her skirt and quickly slipped down her panties before sitting down again.
'Is this what you wanted?' she said shyly as she handed them to me.
'Yes, to begin with' I replied as I felt the warmth of her body in the panties I held in my hands.
'So this is only the beginning?' She queried.
'Yes it is Lara, and if you are to be my submissive you must obey me. Do you agree to be my submissive?' I asked.
'Yes I will be your submissive, but be aware that my need is mostly cerebral and just because I fantasise about being submissive, it does not imply that I want to have sex with you. I am a married woman after all, even though my husband is unable to fulfil my desire to be dominated.' She said in a small voice.
'I quite agree that submission and domination can be cerebral and very exciting' I said. 'But I will also expect visual and tactile stimulation from time to time.'
'Well as it happens I do have an exhibitionist streak in me, so we might be well suited in our individual needs.' She said smiling.
'Well this is as good a place as any to test that out, so sit back, open your legs and show me your pussy.' I demanded, as her eyes opened wide in surprise.
She nervously looked around while I got down to sit cross-legged on the grass in front of her. Then she sat back and hesitantly lifted her legs to place her feet on the edge of the seat. This action raised the hem of her skirt and lifted her bottom a little also. Now with flushed cheeks, she slowly opened her legs to give me a clear view of her pussy as instructed. I was surprised, and pleased, to see that her pussy was hairless, and wondered if she had shaved it for the occasion.
'Is that what you wanted to see?' She whispered as her cheeks reddened further.
I gazed at her smooth cunt for some time then said. 'Good girl, now come and stand over me, as I want to look up your skirt.'
Lara rose immediately, looked all around again then came to stand above me, as I sat on the ground. Now she slowly raised the hem of her dress and opened her legs wide to give me a full view up her skirts. This lewd display seemed to excite her as much as it did me, judging by the moisture seeping from her pussy that betrayed her state of arousal.
She now surprised me further by using her fingers to stroke her swollen clit, then to plunge two fingers into her cunt as I watched. I could hear the slurping noise that her busy fingers made as they slipped in and out of her moist opening. My cock was standing at full attention and I had to fight the urge to touch her exposed pussy, as I didn't want to scare her with my eagerness.
Instead I opened my tracksuit fly and took out my rampant cock to openly masturbate as I watched Lara jilling herself to orgasm. We both came almost at the same time, and not a moment too soon, as I could see a couple of joggers approaching in the distance. Now we hastened to straighten our clothing then sat down on the bench until they went past.
'Didn't you just say that you only wanted cerebral stimulation?' I asked jokingly.
'I did but I got carried away with the sheer naughtiness of it all and anyway I didn't hear you complain.' She replied with a laugh, then added, 'and when do I get my panties back?
'When you bring me another warm one.' I replied with a smile.
'I must get home now as Robert will be back soon.' She said, as we both stood and I stuffed her panties into the pocket of my tracksuit.
'Till next time then' I said then we kissed and parted to go our separate ways.
My work schedule often took me away from the office to visit clients in order to discuss their software requirements. About a week after my liaison with Lara, I returned from one such trip to find a note on my desk from Robert inviting me to join him for drinks at his home. This was unusual for him, and made me wonder if he somehow suspected my involvement with his wife.
I thought no more about it until I duly arrived at Robert and Lara's house at the appointed time and rang the doorbell. The door was soon opened by Robert saying, 'Come in Henri, so glad you could come.'
'It's always a pleasure Robert.' Said I, as he led the way to the lounge then set about preparing drinks for us both. I noticed there was no sign of Lara, so I assumed that she was out for the evening.
