I want to thank those who read my first story "Caught" and had such favorable comments. It might be a good idea to read that story before you begin this one.
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It was Wednesday and neither Dave or I, nor Ruthie nor I had talked about last Saturday's encounter. Since Ruthie had not said another word I was wondering if she were only teasing us about getting together next Saturday. As I pondered this my feelings went up and back between arousal and hoping we would get together and hoping we wouldn't. I was not "gay" after all. Yet, I had to admit that part of me really enjoyed what happened and the moment I thought about last Saturday my cock began to rise to attention.
Ruthie and I had dinner after we got home from work on Friday and as we sat watching T.V. she casually asked, "What time is Dave coming over tomorrow?" I froze. I stammered, I hemmed, I hawed, not knowing exactly what to say. "You're kidding," I replied, to which she said, "Call him and tell him to be here by eleven a.m.
Now, knowing she was not kidding, I got on the phone. I was nervous and it didn't help when Shirley, Dave's wife answered. We exchanged pleasantries and then I asked for Dave as casually as I could. When Dave got on the line I told him what Ruthie had said. There was a pause and finally he said, "OK! I'll be there."
"What did he say," inquired Ruthie. "He said, he'd be over at eleven." Ruthie smiled a rather devilish grin and then said it was time for bed. I tossed and turned all night wondering what my lovely wife had in store for us.
In the morning I woke up, showered, got dressed and had coffee. Ruthie joined me later. We talked about the weather, politics, even sports. Everything but what was coming. The clock struck nine. Then nine-thirty, then ten. Shortly before eleven, the door bell rang. I answered the door and it was Dave. He came in and there was an awkward silence between us. He asked where Ruthie was and I said, "In the kitchen." We both walked back there like condemned men.
She greeted us both, stood, and then ordered us to follow her. Once again she led us to the bedroom where she took a seat in the lazy boy. She smiled and said, "I guess you thought that last Saturday was a one time event. Well, you were wrong. From now on, you will do what I want, when I want, as often as I want you to. Understand?"