I have had this one floating around for a while. I like happy endings as most of you know and I can be a bit soft on my MC's, but I felt the need for a BtB. So here goes. There is little Character Development, you will soon get the gist of their characters'.
The Oxford English dictionaries define fiction as "something that is invented or untrue." So please do not tell me 'It would not happen like that'. Because you are right. It probably would not. This is fiction, some of this is not plausible, but I have tried to make it entertaining. I hope you are entertained by this little tale.
If you want realism, I suggest watching a documentary or the news, well some news channels.
When I got back from the pub I walked around her car. No flat tyres, no dents, no scratches, a quick look inside nothing appears to be wrong in there. It had just been serviced. I saw she had not plugged it in, again. It must be something else, she must want something, a holiday, new furniture. She cannot want a new car, she raves over this one despite its crap range, well that's her fault she keeps forgetting to plug it in, and anyway it's only a year old. I did not like it; I wanted one of those sporty German or Swedish SUV Hybrids. She did not, so we had this impractical bit of crap. Still, it was her car.
I wondered what I had to be on my guard for? The warning signs went up when I phoned her from work and told her I was going for a few beers with the lads on my way home, normally she moans at me about that. But I do it anyway, just a pint or two of Greene King IPA, a nice session beer and a chat, not too long, never an all night session and generally home by five or half past. But this time instead of the usual ear tweaking, she said that was a good idea as she had a special dinner for me and would be ready at six, so not to be too late. I could probably have one more than usual.
I work close to our house, so do not drive to work. I normally go on the bike or the bus or if I fancy more exercise, I run. I don't have a car; we use her bloody thing. We do not need two cars. She wanted a sports car. I wanted something a little more practical, but still a bit sporty. But as with most things, it was not cosmically important to me, so I gave in and she had her sports car. If we needed a vehicle for anything difficult, we could hire one. The same with the furniture, it was alright, it was comfortable enough, strange colour but that does not affect how comfortable it is. Comfort is important to me, colour not so much. I gave in on the house, she loved the house, to me it was alright. It kept me warm and dry. But what benefited me was the location, it was close to work and it had a decent restaurant and pub within walking distance. I added some modifications to make it more to my liking.
Sometimes I put my foot down hard. The Caribbean holiday she wanted for three weeks just because her friend Debbie had one got squashed. It wasn't that we couldn't afford it. I just think that three weeks is too long to spend away from family and friends, she made do with a one-week fly cruise holiday.
I thought something was coming as she had been a bit off of me all week. Not grumpy, rude or anything like that just not quite her usual self. I asked her about it and she said it was just work and it will be over in a couple of weeks' time.
As I said, nothing wrong with the car so it must be something else she wants. It was almost confirmed when I opened the door into the house, I could smell the aroma of a stew, I could even detect the hint of some mixed herbs in there. As I entered the lounge, I could see a freshly baked loaf and the table set with candles and wine.
Absolutely confirmed when she walked into the lounge, she smiled at me, she looked stunning. The dress she was wearing was clenched in tight at the waist. That meant she was wearing one of her corsets, so I imagine stockings as well.
"Hello sweetheart, you've had a couple of beers, so I suppose another one is not going to hurt. I'll bring it for you." With that, she spun round so fast that the skirt flew up. She did that to show me she had stockings and nothing else underneath. Oh, I'm sure what she wanted was going to be very expensive. I mentally run through the bank balances and set myself a budget. I dealt with all the banking and investments, and she dealt with all the other stuff like life, car and house insurance.
She came back with my beer and placed it in front of me and kissed me on the cheek, I could see down her cleavage. Yep, corset.
For a lady who's had two children, she still turned out very well, a little bump here and there to fill her corset. I looked up into the prettiest face I've ever known. I could smell her favourite perfume, The one that makes her feel sexy.
This was going to be expensive so I was going to take every advantage I could.
As I dipped the fresh warm bread in the stew I asked. "Darling this is wonderful, but I have to ask what's it all in aid of?"
"I've been bit off with my lovely husband this last couple of weeks, so I thought I would make it up to him, but you know me so well. Yes, I do have a request, but let it wait till later."
Oh, dear, this is going to be very expensive. Doesn't matter, my budget will stay the same.
Dinner was fantastic, she would not let me have too much saying she didn't want me to get bloated. There was even a Black Forest gateau for dessert, my absolute favourite.
I helped Yvette clear away the table and we took the bottle of wine into the lounge and went to watch television. We had not been on the sofa for very long before she was cuddling up to me.
She had her hand on my cock through my trousers, she whispered to me. "Darling, you never refuse anything I ask for, you are so good to me?"
She was not going to get away with that. "Baby, you just think I give way, I don't. You didn't get the long Caribbean holiday and I wasn't having that monstrosity of a television you wanted last year, yes you do get your way most of the time, so don't go thinking I will say yes to everything just because I love you. There are hard limits."
She pulled back a bit at that and her hand came off my cock, pity I was enjoying that, I think she had forgotten that I stand up to her sometimes when I think it's important, my budget limit had gone firm now.
She stood up and held her hand out to me. "Well, I had better show you that it's worth it." She had that cheeky smile on her face that I love so much. Oh, tonight could be fun. And it was. We got to the bedroom and she dropped her dress. It was the crimson corset, the one that lifted her breasts and had the nipples just poking over the top. Which was good because she loves to have her nipples played with and I made sure I did.
We had got a bit kinky over the years, especially now the children had left. I gently pulled her into the corner, raised her hands over her head and gently lashed them to the wardrobe with an old tie, and then placed the vibrating nipple clamps on. I have to tie her up first otherwise they come flying off. I sank to my knees and with my fingers I gently eased the lips of her labia apart, she had shaved for me, she knows I like that. It didn't change my budget. With the sound of the vibrating nipple clamps in my ears, I paid full attention with my fingers inside her, my tongue on her little cherry. When I felt her coming, I pulled back. We love a bit of tie and tease. Well, she probably wasn't too happy about it at the moment but had little choice. She was soon breathing very heavily and after about fifteen minutes her legs were starting to buckle, so now was the time. Her whole body shook when the orgasm hit and one of the nipple clamps came flying off. It was a good job she was secured to the top of the wardrobe.
"Get up and kiss me you bounder." She growled at me. "Untie my hands, they've got work to do."
I did as I was asked, once her hands were free, one went around my neck and she pulled me in for a kiss, the other ran down my belly. She grabbed hold of my cock it was very hard. I love to give her pleasure, I love to give her things. Same budget though.
"Get on that bed and lay down, it's my turn now." I was not going to argue. I was still dressed, that didn't last long. She used the same old tie to tie my hands to the headboard, smiling down at me she said. "That was fantastic, my love, but now it's my turn to pleasure you." She did, she sucked, she squeezed, she teased and just as I was about to come, she stopped. Leaning down and whispering in my ear. "When I let you come, you're going to pass out, it'll be so good." She had tried that in the past and nearly succeeded. I do not mind being on the receiving end of a bit of tie and tease.
We had discussed it before but we hadn't done it. She brought out a tube of lube and squirted it on her backside. "We've talked about this my stud muffin and now I think it's time to try it. What do you think?"
I was rock hard and tied to the bed. Although her knots weren't very good and if I really wanted to I could get free. "Babe,, I'm always up for a bit of experimentation, but I think we should try that tomorrow night when we can work up to it a little bit."
She smiled, leaned down at me and said. "Okay my darling you're in a promise tomorrow, we can try my back passage."
Whilst we had discussed it, it was nothing I wanted to do particularly, but if she wanted it, we would try it. But it sent up more warning flares. Still the same budget.
She finished me off sitting up there, that tight crimson corset looked fantastic, she knew exactly how to move to get me going. I nearly passed out. To see the woman you love sitting on you and moving the way she was, I was not going to last long, the view was sexier because she's got the cutest smile on her face, looking down at you with love. I was a happy man.
When I surfaced my hands were free and she was lying beside me, still stroking my cock. She was kissing me gently around the face. I'm no spring chicken but it was working. I was getting hard again. She smiled at me. "Oh, look what I've done, I think I've got somewhere that can go." She rolled on her back and opened her legs, I slid inside her, she clamped her legs around me. This was just fucking, it wasn't long before we both came again. This time I had to roll off her, I hate laying on top of her in case I squash her.
I'm ashamed to say I was struggling to stay awake. I remember her getting up and taking her corset and stockings off, getting back in bed and lying next to me, her head on my shoulder. "My darling that was fantastic, we will have to see what we can do tomorrow." That was the last thing I heard before I slipped off into the land of nod. One passing thought, whatever it was she wanted, same budget.
I felt a gentle shake of my shoulder and there was my Yvette, smiling at me with a cup of tea. "I have nothing planned to do today except cook you breakfast and do some household jobs. Would you be so kind as to do a spot of shopping for me. I want something really nice for your tea, you can use my car."
I had to stop this now. "I'll do your shopping for you, I'll even come up with some different play ideas for tonight. But after breakfast you must tell me what this is all about. You asked me to wait and I have. But before I go any further, I need to know what you're after my little minx." I leaned up and kissed her on the nose.
All of a sudden her face frowned for half a second.
"Okay, but you do love me, right?".
"Yes, my darling, I do with all my heart." Now the worry beads erupted.
