Frustrating Moments and Dreams
Margaret awoke with a hangover. After downing a pint of orange juice, and a couple of aspirin, she figured on a hot tea as the next best thing. She sat at the kitchen table, nursing a sore head, cursing the maniacal lawn mowers, that is, the men pushing or riding them.
Wondering if last night was a success, she remembered something dreadful.
'Oh, hell and shit!' she cursed, then wished she hadn't.
After her head stop thumping, she thought over the stupid events of last night. She'd slept with a friend's husband! Not a best friend, but Felicity was also a neighbour. It was much worse than that, because she'd connived to get Felicity screwed! The poor woman didn't know the man, he was a complete stranger. Margaret had told him the truth, that Felicity was ready for it. Telling him she wanted to be screwed on the dance floor, was a dreadful lie.
Bringing her husband to witness the event was a bestial crime. Margaret knew what was happening, though no one else did. A crowd was around the two of them, cheering, while they got into a dirty dance. It looked as though the guy was fucking Felicity on the dance floor, and Margaret knew he was. Philip wasn't even angry at Felicity for the dirty dance, in front of everyone, so he hadn't guessed either.
It was early hours of the morning, and everyone had drunk enough not to be aware of hardly anything. So she had got away with her revenge on Felicity. Felicity and Philip didn't have to go along with her devious plans, but they did, so that was down to them. The rationalisation was no good, she felt guilty as hell. How she was going to face either of them was a monstrous thought.
***
Philip hadn't seen Felicity all day. Thinking she must have discovered his infidelity with Margaret, she must be avoiding him. Last night he was supposed to satisfy his highly aroused wife, not her friend. What would Jim do if he found out? Jim could be very impulsive, especially after a drink. He could become violent, and screwing the man's wife was excuse enough.
When Felicity arrived home looking guilty, Philip misinterpreted the emotions troubling her. He thought she was confused, and angry, over why he had slept with Margaret. The truth was, she felt enormously guilt over what happened.
Philip was angry, with himself, and she thought the anger was directed at her. She'd had sex with a stranger in front of everyone, including him. She'd been out driving around wondering what to do. She loved him so very much, something had to be done to save their marriage. They had been having so much fun recently, and now this.
'I don't want to talk about it,' she pleaded.
She was obviously very hurt, and he would have to do all he could to make it up to her.
'Time will heal,' he offered.
'Yes. We need time,' she whispered.
Felicity wanted to cry. She didn't care if anyone else knew what happened. It was the most terrible thing ever, and having her lovely husband witness the infidelity was monstrous. It was all her fault, and he was trying to be so very nice about it.
'I know this isn't the time to tell you. I've got to go away for a week. The project planning is complete, so now we open the new store. I've got to go there to manage it, and amend the plan if necessary,' he quietly spoke.
She said nothing, so he filled the silence, 'I won't go if you don't want me to,' he offered.
'Go. . . Sorry to sound awful. We need the time apart, to let things heal,' she quietly said.
He agreed by nodding his head. They still couldn't look at each other. He needed time away, to get over his guilt, and she needed time alone to get over her guilt.
'Maybe it's for the best,' she said.
They agreed with more nods of the head, and deep sighs. Each thinking they had caused the problem, meant it would be a confusing conversation. Instead they were both relieved not to talk about it, and not face up to their shame.
***
Philip had been away for almost a week, implementing a new project, and Felicity was becoming frustrated. He would be back Friday, but she couldn't wait, she needed a fix.
Thursday evening she drove out of the garage for a drive, while almost naked. The excuse was that it was a practice for when Philip arrived home. All that covered her naked body was a frilly panty and bra set. Hoping a truck driver would pull up beside her, she drove around aimlessly. It was disappointing, so a decision to return home was made after an uneventful hour. Suddenly noticing the red fuel light blink, Felicity panicked. Pulling off the freeway, the car glided with a light touch on the pedal, into the first gas station found.
There was no-one around, and it was dusk. Even so, the prospect of standing on the smelly dirty concrete, filling the tank, was both fearful and a turn on.
Bending over in the car door, looking for a credit card was naughty, but she couldn't help herself. Realising it wasn't there, she straightened up with a look of anguish spreading across her face. A credit card for fuel was always there! She'd just given the old guy an eye-full of her wiggling bottom, and now had to walk in to face him. Having to ask him to let her off paying was fraught with danger.
If she can't convince him she was in her underwear by mistake, he might phone the police. Being taken away in her underwear for lewdness was a bad prospect. With her husband away who would be able to bail her out? Phoning a friend to pick her up while she was undressed, and asking them to pay for her, would create an undesirable situation.
The idea of someone, 'paying for her', rang through her mind. Like a pinball it bounced around lighting up ideas in her head, where fantasies dominated her thoughts.
Someone, 'paying for her', meant she would be owned by them. She would have to obey them, like a slave, until her husband bought her back. They could do anything they liked with her, anything at all! She would be a humble sex slave, pandering to their whims. What if they decided to keep her, and not sell her back to her husband? She might spend the rest of her life as a lowly sex slave!
Felicity almost walked into a metal pole supporting a sign. A sharp shake of her head cleared it of the fantasy. It was exciting in the bath, but this wasn't the time or place to become sexually excited. Who would buy anything in such a dingy looking store. The walk of shame continued.
Paying for her, would make her a prostitute! She would be bought and paid for, making her their personal whore. She would have to pander to their every whim, until her husband paid for her. If she phoned Margaret, her husband might turn up to pay for her! After teasing him last week, he could exact a punishment upon her. He could use her for his pleasure!
Felicity had recently learnt she was a submissive, and that explained why she gave in to others decisions too often. It wasn't just because she had a nice nature, and liked to please people. It was only when playing naughty games, and becoming worked up, that it became so dangerous. When sexed up she was far too vulnerable to others influence.
Either fantasy was enough to have her heated up. She was going to have to be very nice to the old guy in the store.
