I think today will be a very interesting day.
I sat there at my desk, in my black leather chair, swaying back and forth, just tapping my pencil. I wonder why I feel so distracted; I look at Deven's contract splayed out on the mahogany desk, amongst other things. I can't help but to wish to be in Dave's shoes. I can sense how good it must feel to lay down beside that lady, to be able to run your fingers through her soft, straight, jet-black hair and stare into her blazing brown orbs, to kiss her soft lips, and feel her dainty, caramel-colored hands tracing their path on your map of a body. Gee, all this is getting me a little worked up.
I sit there, now fantasizing about this woman, how well she makes love, and wondering how far she would go to please the man she married. At this time, I had a million-dollar idea.
"... How about I get her and her husband to come to a place, and then force them to do whatever I wish to see. They wouldn't do it willingly, I'd have to, manipulate them. Maybe like, fire them BOTH if they don't comply. Sounds like a VERY good idea," I said to myself. I could feel a grin appearing on my face, as I made a few arrangements to get this plan into fruition.
Later that day...
I went into Deven's locker-room to place a letter in her bag. The letter read:
"...Hi sweetheart, I have a special surprise for you. Wanna know what it is? You will find out soon enough. Just come to the Hilton Suites on Third Street, and use this card, come in and be ready for the thrill of your life! You won't be disappointed. But, you'll ruin the fun if you tell, don't speak a word of this, even to me. Just make sure you cum prepared for anything, you know how naughty I can get!!
-- Your husband, Dave"
I also have a time for her to come in.
Smart eh?
That night...
I was setting up the room, so everything would be perfect. I had figured out the woman's dress size, and had her "evening attire" in a designated place. Once I finally dimmed the lights down, and darkened the area I was to sit in, there was a knock at my door. I knew it was Deven. The keycard slipped into the slot, and the door opened. I saw a curvy figure in the doorway, surrounded by the outside lights like an aura around a ghost. She stepped in, and let the door close behind her. God, she's beautiful. She glanced around the place, the dim light captured in her eyes, creating a sparkle as her eyes wandered. Her mouth slowly formed a smile as she picked up the note on the light switch.
"Gee, he went through a lot of trouble, can't this guy be more creative?" She asked herself as she opened the note. Only if she was addressing me, instead of her husband; Only if Deven knew I was the mastermind behind this plan, she would see me as more than a businessman, but more of a man who can make dreams, fantasies happen.
She unfolded the note and read it aloud.
"Hey, I see you made it, get comfortable, and slip into something a little more sexy. Don't tamper with anything else while you wait. But go to the bed, and put on the clothes I have out for you. Then, put on the blindfold, and stay quiet. And remember, I'm watching you." She giggled and walked into the lighter part of the room, and found her clothes on the chair.
"Beautiful room Dave," She commented, convinced that her husband was present. The bedroom was off the sitting area. I was in the bedroom, in a darkened portion of the room, so that I could hide my identity. There was a dim spotlight focused on the bed. The bed was beautiful. The tall, large posts were made of oak, and the sheets on the bed were silky and ivory, and covered with rose petals. There was a table beside the bed with a vase being the only item adorning it.
"Thank you," I replied, speaking into the microphone, which made my voice altered to disguise myself.
"Whoa! Who the hell is this?" Deven looked around, suddenly shocked. She looked uneasy as she gulped. She stepped back, and grabbed the vase on the table, ready to use it if needed.
"Baby settle down, it's me, I just wanted to add something in, so it could seem like we're acting out that scene in True Lies, your favorite. Didn't it always turn you on?" I questioned her. She looked over in my direction, and smiled..
I looked at her, standing there, with a red chiffon dress on. It hugged her voluptuous body, her thick waist, I'd say, about 32 inches in girth. She had lovely, perky breasts. But, hips are what she is known for. Her bottom is shaped like the bottom of an apple, which is a VERY nice shape. I was dying to see what she had on underneath.
"I want you to strip for me," I said.
"As you wish, master," she chuckled. She turned around and unzipped her dress, and revealed the clip of her bra, which was pink and lacy. She slipped the dress off her shoulders, and the top fell around her waist. She turned and looked back at me, and had one eyebrow raised with a smile on her face. I started to think about what she said. "Master"... hmm.
"Want more?" She asked, pulling down her dress, seductively bending over, flashing her delectable hiney.
"Yes, more," I beg, adjusting myself in my seat.
"Ya like it Dave?" She asked, rotating, and then wiggling her bottom.
"Oh yeah, Deven," I say, trying to hold in the urge to lash out, and ruin the plan, "but stop teasing me and put on the outfit."
She's very obedient, I note. She sees the bra and panty set, along with a black robe, and she removes her clothes behind the changer, and she comes back out in her black, lacy, see-thru outfit. It was a silk robe, a cute little demi-bra, and a thong. I also had some stiletto pumps for her to put on.
"Very lovely, now put on the blindfold and wait," I said. She crawls on the bed with the red blindfold in her hand. She lies on her back and puts the blindfold on her eyes, waiting for her man's touch.
I heard a keycard slide through the door, as if it was on cue, and the door opened.
It was Dave Williams. He stepped in, and looked around for the light switch. (I don't know why that is the first thing they do, but anyway.) He smiled, his dimples appearing on his face. He took off his jacket and undid his tie, but not before removing his shoes. He unbuttoned his shirt, slowly exposing his toned, chiseled chest. He decided to stop and enter the bedroom. He comes in, and looks at his wife perfectly positioned on the bed. He spotted a rose in the vase. He came up beside the bed, and grabbed the rose. He bent over the bed, and then allowed the rose petals lightly graze against her cheek, forehead, nose, and gloss-kissed lips. It then traveled down her neck and in between her lovely hills before tickling her bellybutton. This sparked a reaction, and she softly moaned.
"You're very romantic, you know that?" She said, smoothing her hand up his arm.
"No, you are, thinking of this elaborate plan," He said, before removing her blindfold, and leaning over for a kiss. She looked confused as she placed her hand over his lips.
"Wait, you wrote a letter for me to come here, and you were over there, talking to me, telling me to put this sexy thing on," She said.
"Baby, I didn't leave you a note, in fact, I thought you wrote me," Dave said, looking worried.
I was about to get found out, I quickly acted. I turned on my lamp, and they glanced over at me, and nearly had a heart-attack!
"I told you to come here," I said, grinning devilishly.
"What the fuck is going on!?" Dave shouted, his shock quickly turning into anger. He swiftly stood up. Deven quickly got up and went behind Dave.
"I wanted you here; I want to be treated to a private show. You see, I've always been curious about what you two do. You are so happy together, and I want to see what you do behind closed doors, ya know, what's been keeping you both happy for six years," I told them.
"Well, you sick pervert, you're not gonna be treated to anything but an ass-whooping," He said, protecting his wife.
I knew he was gonna say something stupid like that. "Well, I'm still your boss, and what if I say, you lose your job if I don't get my private show?"
