A Husband's Hasty Promise

Sam Parker stared at her reflection in the large gilt frame mirror that adorned the hallway wall just outside the large living room where her husband sat waiting. Glistening green eyes gazed in amazement at her gorgeously styled blonde hair that seemed to actually shimmer with life under the bright early evening sun. 'Is this all really happening?' Sam thought to herself while sliding a stray strand of golden locks away from her flawless face so she could drink in the full effect of her professional makeover. A light blush rouged and softened exquisite cheek bones, highlighted perfectly in subtle hues that seemed to accentuate her natural beauty. Multiplying it in ways she would never be able to replicate by her own hand. And then there were her eyes. Oh god, it was like the makeup artist had known exactly what her husband Tom loved and honed it to utter perfection. She was almost too nervous to walk into the living room and show him. Knowing full well that the hair and make-up would take his breath away.

In any other circumstances, taking her husband's breath away wouldn't have even caused her to think twice. Quite the opposite in fact. However, today wasn't like any other day... and with a brief look down at her new dress, she felt a fresh pang of ripple through her stomach. Because if her hair and make-up would take his breath away? Her dress would make his eyes bulge almost as much as his cock inevitably would.

It had been a gift from Sam's best friend Carla, who was one of their neighbours. Carla had given her the ribbon tied box the moment she'd got in her car to go to the salon. The elegant design on the embossed on the expensive card and sewn into the silk ribbon meant It could only have come from the boutique clothing store that Sam always tried to avoid. Their clothing was always exquisite, if not a little bit more risqué than Sam's usual tastes. Not to mention the exorbitant price tag. However, Sam knew better than to try and refuse the generous gift. She discovered, while both women were having; what felt like; every inch of their body waxed, preened, styled to utter perfection. That it had indeed come from the boutique Sam had suspected, yet Carla had no idea what was in the box and she had been instructed not to ask or try and find out. Which she did without hesitation. "I'm sure it will look incredible on you, whatever it is." Was all her friend had said before kissing her softly on the lips and whispering quietly in her ear "Are you ready?" A question to which Sam could only answer with a coy smile and light flush to her cheeks as she nodded with sparkling green eyes holding Carla's mischievous gaze.

When Sam had got home and began to prepare herself for the evening ahead, her fingers trembled with an intoxicating mixture of nerves and excitement when she finally examined the dress. It was truly the most exquisite piece of clothing she owned. The person who bought it had known the right size and fit to buy. It moulded to her succulent figure like a second skin.

The only problem was. That the person who bought the dress. The person who would had orchestrated her whole day of pampering and fun. The person she was preparing herself for in ways that she had never done before.

Was not her husband.

Thomas Parker felt exhausted. Sleep had not come easily to him over the past few days as he lay next to his gorgeous wife Sam in their marital bed. The sound of his wife's slow deep breaths as she slumbered were usually all it took for him to drift peacefully all the way through until morning. However, it was those same soft sighs escaping her sensual lips that now caused a flood of images to race through his brain over and over as the day he had been dreading for a month, got closer and closer. Not that he had been told anything specific of course. No, his wonderful wife had asked him over and over again whether he wanted to know the particulars about when, where and who beforehand? But Tom had steadfastly refused every time. However, he was by no means a stupid man; slightly clueless sometimes, but definitely not stupid. And he could feel it getting closer. He could feel his wife's nervous excitement building day after day. Plus, she had been spending more and more time with her lovely friend Carla.

Thank goodness for Carla. She was like a shining beacon of light in his incredible wife's life. Tom knew that they spoke about absolutely every aspect of their lives. Including his own... er... little problem. But in reality, it was more than a little problem wasn't it? Oh, Sam had tried to reassure him time and time again that everything was ok and their sex life was satisfying for her. But Tom knew she was only trying to protect him. Because there was no way the poor woman could have honestly believed that him being incapable of giving her anything close to an orgasm during sex. Was satisfying.

On those days when Sam was exceptionally horny and had been determined to try any and every possible solution to her husband's issue; but no matter what they tried nothing seemed to work? Tom often caught the brief expression of frustration and sadness flit across her face before giving him another warm smile filled with love and asking if it was ok if she finished herself off.

She always asked. No matter how hard he assured her that she never needed to. She always did. And he would yet again lay limp and panting next to his wife who was forced yet again to finger herself until she shuddered with orgasmic bliss. Of course, he had tried to assist her. But for some unknown reason his fingers never seemed skilled enough to finish the job. Leaving her feeling even more frustrated as her excited body teetered on the edge of a sexual peak, but never quite falling into the pleasurable abyss. All of this was going to change however, Tom had made sure of it. However, at the time he made her the promise that it would change, he had felt a lot surer of himself being able to go through with it than he did right at that moment. And in a cruel twist of fate; the moment he most believed that he needed to stop everything and he sank his head into his hands on the verge of tears. His beautiful wife seductively walked into the room, making him wish with every single piece of his being... that he hadn't taken his head away from his palms and looked at her. Because the moment he saw the look on her face. Was the moment he knew that he could never take this away from her.

The black silk dress hugged every succulent curve of Sam's exquisite figure perfectly. Sunlight poured in through the window behind Tom and made the thin expensive material shimmer like a pool of perfectly smooth black liquid as she silently moved across the room on bare feet. Narrow straps flowed over her shoulders and attached seamlessly to the front of her dress. Sweeping deliciously low over her large firm breasts, she clearly wasn't wearing a bra and neither did she need to. With the tight material perfectly caressing her firm tits from both the sides and underneath along with her natural perkiness. Tom knew that on any other day, his wife would have felt quite insecure wearing such a dress. However, today the low cut, tight and insanely short dress that left her husband watering at the mouth and quizzically looking at the hem wondering if she was wearing any underwear. Was causing her nothing but happiness. And it was this realisation that stayed Tom's tongue and he didn't attempt to stop whatever was going to happen, from happening.

A decision he would always live to regret.

Sam could see the look of pure lust in her husband's eyes as he watched her sashay across the living room floor. It was adorable in a way; how incapable he was of hiding his feelings about it. Some men, in the same position would have tried to ignore her dress and act as if nothing was out the ordinary. But not her Tom. No, Tom would probably tell her that she was looking more beautiful than ever and that he hoped she got everything she wanted. And that was why she loved him so much. Because she really did love him. There was no denying that.

Yes, she may have settled 6 years ago when the most gentle, caring and loving man she had ever known proposed to her. But she knew without a doubt, as Tom had got down on one knee and asked her to marry him with tears pouring down his cheeks while he expressed his undying love for her. That Tom Parker would never hurt her. Tom Parker would never take her for granted. That Tom Parker would always love her.

And it was on their 5th wedding anniversary, as Tom raged at himself on their bed after drinking perhaps slightly too much wine in yet another attempt at trying to increase his stamina and pleasure his wife. Only to fail once more, as he found her simply too seductive and cumming within mere moments of their bodies coming into contact. That Sam found out that as well as everything else, Tom was also willing to do anything for her happiness. Even if it meant that she went elsewhere for it.

She would always remember what he said. The words were imprinted on her brain as if they were branded upon her very soul. "NO! Not again. I can't do this anymore Sam. I am so so... sorry. Please forgive me. I am useless and you deserve so much more. A man should be able to fuck his wife on their 5th wedding anniversary and make her fucking cum! I... I..." For a moment, Sam thought he was going to walk out the door and leave her forever. Yet, nothing could have prepared her for what he actually did. "I want you to feel pleasure Sam. The way you did before me. Like with Darren and Kevin... and even though I hate what those guys did to you... how they hurt such a perfect person? I want you... no... I NEED you to go and find someone who can give it to you. I don't care who. Go to a club, a friend... fuck, speak to Carla and see if there is anyone she knows? But please. Please find someone who can give you what you deserve. Just promise you won't leave me. And you can do absolutely anything you need to do to get it."

For the longest time, Sam hadn't known what to say. She had never in all their years together seen her husband in such a state. Neither had he ever spoken with even a hint of command in his voice, as he had done that night. But as they lay their holding each other afterwards, he once again told her that she should go and find herself someone to be with. Someone who could offer her the pleasure he couldn't.

It had been quite unsettling. Sam wasn't sure if it had been a mixture of the wine and frustration finally getting the better of him? Yet, there was something in his voice that made her believe that he might actually mean it. But it hadn't been until the following day, after Carla had asked with a cheeky wink how their anniversary evening had gone that something inside Sam finally clicked. She told her best friend everything. Spilling her deepest secrets, she had gone all the way back to before Tom and her first boyfriends Darren and Kevin who had been her boyfriends before meeting Tom. They had been traditional "bad boys". Constantly wanting to just fuck her brains out and then leave without a second glance before disappearing for days on end and not returning until they wanted another piece of action... something that Sam was more than happy to provide, because they were so damn good at it. However, each relationship had ended after she had discovered their cheating ways. But it had been Kevin that had nearly destroyed her. Because after sharing their first "I love you" with each other at a party,it had only been a matter of 20 minutes later that she had walked in on him having a threesome with two of her best friends. However, it had been the more recent developments; or lack of, in Sam's love life with Tom and his subsequent offer the previous evening that Carla had been really interested in.

Asking her friend if she thought her husband had been serious, Sam had been able to respond with a categorical "yes" as she looked into Carla's bright blue eyes. Sam had been completely clueless about the door she had just stepped through. But over the coming days she learned more and more about her friends intoxicating lifestyle choice and finally begin to realise that she perhaps might take up her husband's offer after all.

Pulling on the matching silk gloves, Sam gave her blatantly aroused husband a playful smile and seductive twirl as she gave him the full picture of just how slutty her dress was. Feeling slightly guiltier as she heard the stifled groan as hungry eyes devoured the naked flesh of her back as he followed the line of the silk dress plunge down to just above her ass cheek. But this was what she had been told to do. Her actions had been dictated to her precisely. Even to the point of having Tom sit in the precise spot of their couch. She needed everything to go as planned, or nothing else would happen... and despite her reservations about what was happening to Tom? She needed this. And Sam managed to comfort herself with Tom's admission that she could do anything she needed to in order to get what she needed. Unfortunately for him, she didn't think he had quite anticipated what was about to happen.

"Do you like my dress honey? It's pretty isn't it? And look at the gloves? They are so soft and sensual... see." Honeyed words dripped from sensually pink lips as Sam dropped to her knees and slipped her husband's hands into her own. Stroking through his fingers, she wondered for a moment whether she could go through with it. But then the memories of Carla showing and telling about all the incredulous things that he had to her came flooding back. She needed to experience it for herself. Tom knew that. Plus, he had told her to do anything. So, with a deep steadying breath, Sam gently manoeuvred her husband's hands behind his back, being very careful not to touch him with any other part of her body. She held his hands against the back of the couch and gazed into his soulful eyes. "I love you Tom. And thank you for letting me do this."

It felt like someone had poured ice directly in his spine. Every hint of warmth seemed to evaporate from his flesh and he fought against the shiver that threatened to ripple through his entire body. However, before he could even contemplate a response, her gloved hands that had been a source of erotic enjoyment only moments ago now fumbled for a second inside the couch before he felt cold metal clamp around his wrist. "What the..." Tom gasped, only to be brought up short with the sensation of her fingers unzipping the front of his pants and delving inside his underwear. "Sam, what..." Incoherent thoughts rushed through Tom's head as cool air swirled around all 4 and a half inches of his rock-solid cock as she exposed him helplessly in the middle of their living-room. Not once did she even to his gasped exclamations at what was happening. Instead, she simply leaned back, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage while keeping herself far enough away so he couldn't even hope to touch her with anything other than his legs. But with her skilled hand wrapped completely around his erect dick, there was no way he was going to shift position.

And so, it was that Sam stroked her husband while he was cuffed to their couch by metal clasps that hadn't been there 24 hours previously. In fact, they had only been installed that day at the request of the man who had bought Sam's dress, while she and Carla had been at the salon. The same man who had given Sam all the precise instructions she was currently following to the very letter and who had also given Carla orders that Sam was not yet aware of. Tom groaned with confused arousal as her hand slipped effortlessly over his engorged flesh. The expensive silk swept over his sensitive skin as if it was a natural lubricant and both Tom and Sam knew all too well that it wasn't going to be long until he reached an orgasm. What Tom was about to find out though, was that Sam had been ordered not to let him finish. Let him get to the brink of no return and then walk away from him and turn the television to HDMI3 before walking into the adjoining dining room, the letter had said.

So that was exactly what she did. Waiting until she felt the familiar surge beneath her gloved fingers and the little tell-tale gasp of excitement as he felt his orgasm approaching. Sam released her grip of his cock and with an almost heartless sense of excitement for what was about to happen to her next, she quickly turned to TV on to the right channel, which showed nothing but a dark image. She stepped through a different door that she had come in from without a second look at her husband as he sat helpless and confused on the couch and couldn't help give a little squeal of surprise as she came face to face with Carla. Who leaned seductively against their large oak dining table, wearing the most incredibly sexy maids outfit Sam had ever seen. The base material was similar to the black silk of her own dress, however, there lace frills around the small cuffs at her shoulders and around the base of her insanely short skirt. The dress had a tight-fitting bodice centre that highlighted her large breasts and narrow waist. Making her look even more stunning than she usually did. And to top it all off she wore white stockings that Sam could clearly see along with their hold up straps that disappeared beneath her tiny dress and a pair of 6-inch heels that made her ass look even more impeccable.

"Master instructed me to ensure you followed his instructions. I knew you would of course. But I have to follow my instructions." Carla smiled at the surprise on her friend's face. "Don't worry Sam. You did everything perfectly. Now, I am supposed to give you these and take your gloves off. They were only so you could touch Tom and you won't need them now. Oh, and we have been given permission to have a little play as well because master wants you warmed up a bit first... and I also think it's so Tom can hear what it's like when you're really aroused. Because he wants us to play in here. Now." Whispering the last few sentences just to make sure that no one had overheard the assumption of her master's thoughts, Carla passed Sam a pair of black stockings and strappy high heels that would match her dress perfectly. For a moment both women merely stood looking at each other. Sam in a slight moment of shock, whereas Carla was openly looking her friend up and down with apparent hunger on her face as she began peeling the sensual silk gloves from her arms. "Master didn't say anything about us cumming though. So, we mustn't get too carried away..."