Some of you who have gotten to know me, either through my stories or by discussions on the dboard or e-mail, already know I have been divorced about 7 years. My ex and I had a fair, but vanilla sex life, and for most of our marriage, he never seemed terribly interested. Near the end though, he decided he wanted to share me, as a way to add excitement to our love life.
I resisted at first. I wasn't sure either of us could handle it, but he kept at me and kept at me and eventually, I gave in. We found a very nice young man from the University of Richmond and had a night at the Jefferson hotel that was memorable for it's sex and the young man's stamina.
Which of course was the beginning of the end. My ex went terribly jealous, forgetting it was HIS idea and the marriage totally fell apart. I gained about 30 pounds the last few months before it was over and he was probably right in calling me a "pig."
But life goes on, doesn't it? My ex got remarried within a year to some super prim baptist girl ten years younger than me who has one of those model thin figures that I never had. I did OK though. I lost my thirty pounds and a few more. I died my hair blonde and got a promotion at work. He moved away, and I had most of my best friends around me. After about a year I began to date, went through three or four men and then finally met Paul. I won't lie that at times I wanted some kind of revenge, but I had to admit, life turned out OK. Paul adores me nearly as much as I adore him and our life and our love life is so far beyond anything I imagined that I really, truly can't complain.
I know, boring kind of background, but you sorta need to know it for me to tell you this story.
It happened last spring. Paul and I had been together over a year at that point. Those of you who have read about me already know that it was a year of self discovery and fulfilling fantasies. It's where I discovered my slightly submissive side, and that Paul and I had had two threesomes by then, without Paul showing any jealousy. My life was delicious!
One night Paul called me and asked if I had any plans for the weekend. I didn't and he asked if I would like to go to Bristol, Va with him. He had a shoot there for the weekend, but we could have time together.
I was all for that. I was looking forward to a weekend alone with a book anyway, so this would be a lot better. I asked him what to pack and he told me specifically what he wanted. I could tell there was going to be some serious sex over the weekend from his list.
We drove down Friday night, and we were both dead to the world when we got there. We stayed in a Courtyard there. The next morning I slept in and Paul went off to do his thing. He got in about six and I was ready. I had on my blue silk dress and as he had requested, under it was my royal blue and black corset. No stockings and nice pumps. I had done my hair and makeup and I have to tell you, even I thought I looked pretty good.
I love going out with one of my corsets on. After losing that weight, I have pretty good curves, but the corset finishes the job. It cinches me in just a little, hides my tummy a little, lifts my 36C breasts just a little. No matter what dress I have on, I look better in my corsets, and of course, Paul thinks they are the sexiest thing I have to wear. He dresses me, and undresses me, in them often.
I just know he's turned on when I have one on, and I could see how much he was enjoying it that night as we ate. He noted that more than one man was giving me the twice over. Half way through the meal he had me undo the top two buttons of my dress and our poor waiter almost spilled the coffee when he saw me, my cleavage lifted up and open. Paul had introduced me to this game months and months earlier and I love it. So good for a forty couple year old woman's ego!
We ate a long leasurely dinner, with two bottles of wine and I was feeling the effects. Wine, particularly red wine, somehow gets me going. I think it losens the inhibitions of a lifetime, but after that much wine, all I want to do is please somebody.
Fortunately we went right back to the room. We kissed just inside the door and it was one of those long slow kisses that send your pulse crazy fast in about 30 seconds. I felt his hands reaching for the zipper and in moments the dress was on the floor and he was guiding me to the bed.
He laid me down and got up. He went to his bag and brought out a silk rope. I knew what it was for because we have used it often. I held my arms in front of me and he tied my wrists together, stopping to kiss me here and there on my neck and shoulders, then lay me back on the bed, and tied the other end of the rope the center of the headboard.
He kissed my neck and shoulders more. He kissed me on the lips, long deep french kisses. His hands were on my thighs. I could feel myself gettting excited, wet.
"Tonight," he said "Someone is going to watch."
I gasped. It was not the first time for us, but we do it rarely and I wasn't surprised. "Someone special." he said.
"Who?"
"You'll see. He doesn't know who it is, but he knows you, so you will have to be very quiet." that was going to be hard because I am a whimperer and a moaner. " I will aim the camera so he can't see your face. He doesn't know me, so it doesn't matter if he sees me.
