"Oh!" I pulled back at Peter's hand. "What was in that parcel that you had me bring in?" I had almost forgotten it.
"Later!" He muttered as he gently overcame my resistance. "We need to talk about it afterward." The wolf grinned back. "You'll like it, I'm sure. You remember when we used to go jogging in the morning, before we went to work?" He arrived by our bed, pointing.
"Yes my darling?" I replied cautiously. I remembered all right!
Peter used to go for a morning run with me every morning, as soon as he got up at 6am. I used to hate it. Rain, hail or clear skies, it made no difference to Peter. I was dragged along too.
"You'll be pleased to know that I've got a new job. I work for myself now. We can go jogging anytime at all, with your new job being so flexible as well. I just walk now, most of the time." He assured me. "If it's raining I don't even go out any more." He grinned, as he made it sound more palatable. "Enough talking for now!" He picked me up.
I soon forgot about it as we fell onto the bed. Peter transported me into an authentic fantasy that I could live out for the rest of my life. I had long dreamed of this lifetime commitment with my lover.
Peter expertly stretched me as he massaged my bottom with the aid of some perfumed oil that he had at home. I moaned with delight as he slipped his fingers inside my rosebud, far more easily than ever. I was amazed how easily and painlessly he followed that by burying his throbbing love muscle right inside my bottom. It felt more familiar as his penis throbbed and pulsated deep inside my previously forbidden territory. I was more eager to receive his gift this time and I co-operated with his actions, urging him on.
Like the second time we had tried it, last night, he hoisted my legs over his wide, powerful shoulders and we were soon enjoying the best anal sex that we'd had, to date. I was feeling far more secure in the knowledge that I was definitely able to orgasm with Peter in this favourite position of his. Peter seemed more casual as he made love to me, resting to gaze into my eyes for reassurance and acceptance.
Twice this time, for me anyway, I climaxed during anal sex. I was beginning to look forward to it, just like my older girlfriend said that she had, with her own special man. Now, I didn't think she was so crazy after all. If it kept Peter interested in me, as well, it was a very small sacrifice.
Thinking about how willingly I had exposed myself for him appeared to activate his libido enormously. He kept asking me if I had actually enjoyed getting the car for him as we lay together afterward.
"Oh yes darling." I shyly admitted.
"That's great!" The wolf exclaimed. "That was just the first test. There'll be others in the coming weeks." He promised.
I thought about all the changes in my life since I first met Harry as Peter and I showered together. It wouldn't be long before our first guests arrived, nearly 5-30 pm already. It wasn't until I went out to get my Wicked Weasel back into the bedroom that I remembered the tiny parcel as well.
I eagerly opened it while Peter opened his gift, my clothing.
"What's this?" I exclaimed, holding the costume up with a shy smile. "Where do I wear these?"
"Oh those!" Peter answered, about to open my suitcases as well.
The wolf was back. "They're for our morning exercises." He innocently looked up. He grinned fiendishly. "I've just about given up on all that sweaty jogging nowadays. Walking is a lot more fun. If it rains there's always the new gym at the club" He reflected on my startled expression. You can wear them there as well, you know.
"Not around here?" I exclaimed, shocked by his answer, promptly remembering how we used to jog around the neighbourhood each morning.
"Not necessarily." He replied mysteriously as he opened up my cases and began to sort out my clothes. "You won't need these anymore darling?" The wolf was dangling my small collection of undergarments in his paw. He was looking at me quizzically. "Or these." He held up his other paw with a long dress dangling from it. One of my former favourites! "We'll buy you some new ones tomorrow, like you said."
"I guess so?" I said weakly, remembering my promise. I had said that I was going to let Peter [the wolf] choose what I was allowed to wear from now on. A feeling of excitement crept over me. The slut won the ensuing argument over the formerly shy young lady. "Throw them out, then!" Finding my voice again. "You're the boss."
My stronger reply helped make up my mind. I enjoyed having most of my difficult decisions made for me again. I had missed the excitement of living with Peter. Life was never dull, with him around.
"We'll put them back in your suitcases when I sort these other clothes out." He said happily, indicating my other suitcase. "I'll start putting the ones that I approve of, away in your drawers.
"This new job of yours.---What is it you do now?" I called out.
I was curious as I rinsed out my tiny swimsuit bottoms under our en suite shower. They had smelled of my juices. I intended to dry them with my hairdryer before I put them on, ready for the party tonight.
"Same as before, but I help Harry out too, from time to time."
"Still at the computer shop, doing programming?" I prompted.
"No! I've set up at home now, in the spare room. I work my own hours now, darling. I'll show you tomorrow." He called out.
"Are you still making good money?" I frowned.
I hoped Peter wouldn't take it the wrong way but we still hadn't had the chance to discuss finances. I was merely curious.
"Better! ---Much better and I can work whenever I feel like it now." Peter stood in the doorway. "With your new job, we can work or play together more often." He kissed me. "No money worries now!"
I walked back into the bedroom with Peter. All my stuff was packed away and my blow dryer was on my dressing table, photos on my dresser and it was as though I had never left home. I plugged in my dryer and began to waft the warm air over my swimsuit. Peter was sitting on the bed, gazing admiringly at my naked body again.
"I'm so glad that you came back to me. It's the best birthday present of all."
"I'm looking forward to our new life together as well." I smiled at him. "It's a pity we've got guests coming?" I mused. "I forgot to ask Sally, who's coming anyway?"
I dawned on me that in less than half an hour, all I would be wearing was this brief costume among other people that I possibly didn't know all that well. A knot was forming in my former self's stomach as Peter explained our guest list.
"Sally, Rebecca, two of Sally's other girlfriends, a couple their boyfriends and maybe three of the older guys from my team are coming over for a while." He was counting his fingers. "Now let's see
--Have I forgotten--Oh yes, Harry was calling by and he might bring his wife. I think that's it. No more that a dozen or so close friends of mine." He looked at my shocked face. "There's probably only two or three of them that you mightn't already know." He said, assuredly. The wolf laughed as he put on his Speedos. "Of course you would have seen Jeremy, Colin and Paul at the club yesterday afternoon. You saw ALL of them, but of course, they only saw about half of you."
"But they're so young!" I gasped. "How old are they?"
"All over eighteen, babe. They're not kids anymore. Gerry's the captain and the other two work out with Rebecca, Sally and I at the gym when it's raining sometimes." He looked puzzled. "What's the problem?
"I'll just be a bit--you know--embarrassed." I blushed at the thought of wearing my Wicked Weasel, in front of the subject of my latest fantasies. I wondered which one of those shocked lads had been the captain that I had fantasised about. I was flushed, bright red.
"You stood right up in front of them all at the shower room yesterday and gave them all a piece of your mind. Some of them were still only seventeen." He accused. "You didn't even have that sexy new bikini on at the time." He laughed at his own joke.
I was so flustered that I almost forgot to ask the next question that weighed on my mind, again about his players, now that he had told me that he exercised with some of them when it was raining at the gym.
I thought about the garments that I was supposed to wear while taking part in walking or exercising at the gym, in my surprise parcel.
"Do they wear gear like that too--at the gym, I mean--the boys as well." I was getting flustered again, fantasising.
"Oh yes! Sometimes nothing at all." He grinned. "We all do. In fact, when Rebecca joined with Sally she was a bit shy and reluctant at first. We told her that she couldn't be a member unless she wore our society uniform.