Lately, Linda has become close to her neighbor Barbara. Barbara's husband was a pilot and often went away on flights, leaving her alone in their large, cozy house with two children. Learning that Linda's husband was also away, Barbara insisted that Linda come over for a late dinner.
"I love to cook," she said.
When Linda arrived, she found Barbara had gone all out, wearing a stunning black cocktail dress and looking stunning.
Linda sat at the table, bathed in soft candlelight. Everything was perfect - duck in orange sauce, exquisite wine, warm and relaxed atmosphere. Linda watched Barbara - her radiant smile, her graceful movements - and suddenly caught herself thinking:
If Archie had seen her like this, he wouldn't have been able to resist.
She made a mental note: Archie must never have dinner at Barbara's without me.
Dessert was cherry cheesecake -- just as perfect as the rest of the evening.
After dinner, they moved to the living room, sipping wine and talking. Somehow, the conversation drifted to Linda's husband.
"You're lucky," said Barbara, looking thoughtfully into her glass.
Linda tensed. There was something in her tone that made her wary.
"You have everything," Barbara continued. "You're beautiful, you have a great job, wonderful kids... and an amazing husband."
Linda shook her head.
"You have all that too. Plus, you cook and entertain like a goddess."
Barbara tilted her head, studying Linda intently.
"Do you really find me attractive?"
Linda noticed a subtle hesitation in her voice. This wasn't just fishing for a compliment -- Barbara genuinely wanted to know.
"And..." she added, a little softer. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
Linda smiled.
"You're incredibly sexy."
Then Barbara stood up.
"Wait here."
She disappeared upstairs, leaving Linda in disbelief. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn and she wasn't sure where it was going.
When Barbara returned, Linda was at a loss for words.
Barbara was wearing a short, sheer negligee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Linda looked with pleasure at Barbara's figure - her slender legs, rounded hips, firm belly, full breasts with dark nipples and graceful arms.
In her hands, she held a small velvet pouch.
"This is for you," she said, holding it out to Linda.
Linda opened the pouch. Inside was a leather whip with several thin tails. The handle fit perfectly in the hand. She snapped it - the thin straps cut the air with a sharp, cutting sound.
Barbara stood across from her, smiling.
And in that moment, Linda knew exactly what her friend wanted.
Barbara understood this too. In one motion, she let the negligee slip from her shoulders. It pooled on the floor. She turned her back to Linda.
Her ass was exquisite and irresistibly drew attention.
Linda's heart pounded wildly. She tightened her grip on the whip, raised her hand for the first strike... but then, an unexpected thought pierced her mind.
- If I do this... it will set off a chain of events. And very soon, we will switch places.
She lowered the whip.
"Thank you for the gift," Linda met Barbara's gaze. "But I'll only use it if it's truly necessary."
Barbara nodded calmly, picked up her negligee, slipped it back on, and sat down as if nothing had happened.
They picked up their glasses again, returned to dessert, and continued their conversation.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly from topic to topic, full of meaningful glances and unspoken hints.
When Linda finally left for home, Barbara walked her to the door. They were about to say goodbye when Barbara suddenly smirked and muttered...
A shocking, crude, filthy expletive.
