- Alan and Samantha discover something mutually exciting.
Alan leaned back in his desk chair and cracked his knuckles before giving the budget spreadsheet a final once over. Satisfied with his progress he mashed apple+s, closed the window and turned off his monitor, grateful to be done for the day. Getting up from his desk, he padded across the small bedroom that had become his home office during the pandemic, which now felt like a distant memory. As terrible as COVID was for a lot of people, it was a blessing for Alan as the remote work allowed him to make a case to go fully distributed and leave his NYC commute behind him and move with his wife Samatha to the coastal south.
Walking down the hallway toward the kitchen to grab a well deserved beer, Alan's phone buzzed with a text message.
Text from Samantha: All done for the day?
Text from Alan: Yep, just finished up.
Text from Samantha: Aardvark.
Alan stopped dead in his tracks. Aardvark is Sam's word to trigger the start of a game. Any time, anywhere Alan has to play when Sam says Aardvark. That was the agreement.
Abandoning the after work beer for the time being, Alan turned on his heels and walked into the master bedroom. At first glance, a very normal bedroom with a neatly made king bed, his and hers nightstands and lamps, some tasteful wall art as well as matching set of dressers.
However, the dresser on the left was a little different. The dresser on the left had padlocks on all the drawers.
Alan walked to the foot of the bed and sat down on a wooden chest where he methodically but without rushing, began to take off his shoes. His socks were next and neatly placed into the shoes. He stood, unbuttoned his short sleeve linen shirt, removed it along with his undershirt, and laid them down on the bed, neatly folded. Next, he took off his belt and slid down his jeans as well as underwear, folding these along with the shirts. Alan then opened the wooden chest and placed his shoes and all of his clothing into the chest. Finally, Alan removed his watch and simple gold wedding band and placed those on top of the neat pile of clothes and closed the lid.
Now totally nude, with no shoes, no clothes and no jewelry, Alan retrieved a small padlock, like you'd use on a suitcase, from Samantha's nightstand drawer and placed it on the clasp of the wooden chest.
Walking back into the kitchen, Alan's phone buzzed again.
Text from Samantha: All set?
Text from Alan: Yes, all set.
Text from Samantha: Great! I'm leaving work in a few minutes.
Text from Samatha: Why don't you go over to Jenn's and I'll meet you there for drinks?
Alan had learned by this point that he shouldn't ask too many questions when Sam was playing a game but this was a new level. They had talked about this in passing and a part of him thought it was coming but was he ready for this?
As if it was someone else was moving his fingers, Alan texted back: "Sounds good"
Alan placed his phone down on the kitchen counter and took a deep breath before walking towards the patio door. Already starting to get hard, he opened the sliding door and walked out, completely nude in broad daylight, onto the patio that led to the back yard. While the yard was fairly private, with mature landscaping, trees and plenty of foliage, his heart still raced as he crossed the threshold and quickly walked toward the side of the yard, savoring the way the grass tickled his bare feet and approached the gate in the stockade fence that led to their neighbor Jenn's side yard as the light breeze caressed every inch of his nude body.
Alan hesitated at the gate. He was rock hard at this point and his balls had pulled up into a tight sack. The desire to touch himself was nearly overwhelming but instead, he pushed open the gate and found himself steps away from a pool surrounded by a flagstone patio with loungers. On one of those loungers sat a beautiful middle aged woman with long red hair and a mischievous smile, wearing a tight fitting tee shirt and yoga pants. She raised a glass of wine and said "Hey Alan, nice to see you".
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Several Months Earlier:
It all started with a broken A/C. July in the coastal southeast can be nearly unbearable but his particular summer was rough with real feels in the high 90's by 8am. Going outside during the heat of the day is insanity.
Alan, sweating profusely in the midday sun, was desperately prodding the A/C unit. He'd spent almost all of his Saturday morning watching dozens of Youtube videos and trying everything that he could to get the unit running, but this was simply beyond his depth. Swearing, he walked into the house and found his wife Samantha, sitting on the couch with three fans pointing at her, tugging on the collar of her long tee shirt to try to find a little relief from the heat and humidity.
