This series is a follow on to 2 others – first Robert and Kayla and more recently Caitlyn's Treatment. It continues the BTS story from the perspective of a different character – a cuckold tied to one of the girls.
I liked running these little errands. It was my job and it made me feel good, like I was fitting in with the guys. Or at least being useful to them. Useful to Roland.
My only real worry was that I would miss some of the action. That Jack or Eddie would get the good calls while I was out.
But I ended up doing OK for myself, even if everything else ended in a disaster.
Chapter 1: Dressing Melissa - Aug 23 5 to 5:45 P.M.
Everything had been one big rush since 5 o'clock that afternoon.
It was a Saturday and Melissa and I were at home taking it easy. We'd spent a lazy day at the pool reading and chatting and swimming. I'd cut the grass, she knitted in the sun for a while. Now we were both showered and I was getting ready to grill shish kabob. She had done the salad and I had uncorked a nice red. Then the phone rang.
Melissa was on the couch with the T.V. low in the background. She had a crossword going and was wearing just sweat pant bottoms and an oversized man's tee shirt. She answered.
"Hello.....oh. Hi."
Something in her voice told me to wait there with the platter of uncooked meat and vegetables.
"Yes. Of course....No it's not a problem."
She listened.
"Certainly. OK."
Then she had to wait again.
"Yes. I understand. See you then."
She looked over at me and said "We're back on. His trip got cancelled."
I recorked the wine and went back in the kitchen to wrap the food. Wondering if we might get to it tomorrow.
We'd been expecting a quiet night and a quiet weekend. Roland had called Melissa on Wednesday to say that his plan for her was off. Some business meeting he had to attend and he would be flying out on Saturday afternoon.
What that plan had been we never really knew, just that there was one. And then that it was off. And now it was back on.
Melissa started flying around the living room picking up and tidying. She called out to me to make sure the kitchen looked decent and that she had to go shower again. And could I lay out her things while she was in getting ready? And that Roland would be here in 20 minutes.
She had just showered but I understood why she would again. She'd want to run the razor over her legs again to make sure. And her armpits. And her crotch. And she'd want to use her special shampoo and conditioner and do her hair over. Then she'd need to get her face made up. And she would need a choice of outfits.
Melissa was never flustered. She'd been given instructions like this before knew what to do – which was to be very businesslike.
I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made sure I had some beer and water in the fridge. Then I checked the living room again. I made sure I had all the right things in the liquor cabinet. And I had the red wine. Just in case the plan was for right here.
I went up to the bedroom to get her things ready. First I ducked my head into the bath area. I could see her shimmery outline behind the lightly frosted glass of the shower; saw her scrubbing between her legs.
"Causal or dress up or...?" There were a few more choices on that list.
"Casual...at least I think. At some farm or boathouse or something. Go with casual, there's no time now for anything else."
"Got it."
I heard her saying as I left "And if I'm wrong we'll just have..." But she wouldn't be wrong. I knew it.
I went into her walk in closet. Three years earlier I'd taken my first big bonus check and used it to have a wall knocked down to enlarge the master suite. Doubled her closet space, almost doubled the bath area, and installed an extra-large soaking tub and a walk in shower. We didn't know at the time how useful both would be.
Melissa has a large (and expensive) wardrobe and had one even before she met Roland. Since that time she's had to add quite a few items because there was a wider range of requirements for clothing. Not that it was a problem for her. She loves clothing, wears it well and keeps it well. The room was meticulously organized.
I had a lot of choices. But I was as used to this as she was. And it was always a pleasure to be in there by myself with her nice things.
In the end I picked out 3 skirts with matching tops, 4 summery dresses, a choice of 3 pair of shorts (one of the short-shorts variety) with the little tees she wears with them and 4 different pairs of sandals. I laid the clothing out methodically on the king sized bed we shared, giving them a nice display. It would make it easier for them to choose.
I went to her bureau drawer and got out the bra and panty sets I knew she liked for summer casual. A variety of styles, colors, patterns and trim. She could wear a set or mix and match.
I knew that she might not wear the underthings at all – but it was better to be prepared. Roland was a little unusual in that he often preferred her in panties and bra. So long as they were pretty sexy and easy.
By then I could hear the hair dryer going. Melissa keeps her hair relatively short for occasions when she needs to be quick. This had led to a little conflict with Roland, but she stuck to her guns on the issue and I was proud of her for it. She'd say "I'm glad to wear it longer for you – just promise me 60 minutes to get ready," then he'd grumble and drop it. The shorter hair came in handy. She would still have her makeup to do after that.
I went to her jewelry box and got a selection of the earrings. Got out her pearl tongue stud because I knew she had in the flat retainer. Got her favorite anklet and 2 of her waist chains. She already had on her wedding and engagement rings and her tiny navel jewel.
I laid the jewelry on one of the white tees so it would stand out for selection.
I was ready as I could be when she came out of the shower wearing her black and red dragon kimono. Roland had bought it for her a while back on one of their trips.
She was gorgeous. As always. She smiled at me, blushed and silently mouthed the words "I love you." I smiled back and nodded. I went back to work arranging the choices.
Melissa is 26 but could pass for younger. I'm 31. We're both in excellent shape due to years of hiking, biking and swimming. She had somehow been able to retain her curves without the body fat. Medium sized B cup breasts, an impossibly tiny waist, slender arms and shoulders, curvy hips and pear shaped bottom and the prettiest face I had ever seen. She was about 5' 5" and weighed no more than 125 lbs. Her reddish blonde hair came to the level of her chin in an angled bob. She had a slender neck with high cheekbones and delicate features, a cute small nose, a beautiful smile with rich full lips, perfect teeth and dark gray/green eyes. Her nipples were small and pink. Her pubic area trimmed just right to show puffy vaginal lips. A nice gap between her slender and shapely thighs helped show them off.
Soft, delicate, petite and completely feminine, that was Melissa. Most men seemed to go crazy over her figure and her face, understandably so. For me had always been her eyes.
Add intelligent, ambitious, friendly (but somewhat reserved) and a wicked sense of (dry, quiet) humor and you had about the entire package. Or maybe you first have to add her deeply submissive nature, and then you would have it.
Melissa had been a Miss Teen Oregon eight years earlier and to me looked like she could still compete, if not for the Teen title then certainly for the Miss Oregon title.
She checked the clothing I'd laid out and fretted a bit over the lack of her yellow summer dress. She knew Roland liked it and might notice. She looked over at me but didn't say a word. We both knew. I'd been supposed to pick it up earlier in the day from the cleaners but got lazy by the pool and told her I'd get it Monday. After all we had been expecting a stay at home weekend with just the 2 of us. But I knew what she was thinking and cursed myself for laziness.
Still, it was what it was, wishing wouldn't change it. And they still had lots of choices. So she said nothing and neither did I. Then we heard the car come in our driveway.
I ran down to get out the scotch Roland drinks. I opened the door and saw him walking up the path in our front garden. With him was his friend Marshall. Or his associate Marshall, or whatever he was.
"Hey Jeff."
"Hey Roland."
We shook hands in the doorway with Marshall standing behind him big as a house. Roland was dressed impeccably. He always was. The casual choice had been the correct one. He had on a white linen jacket, violet shirt, white tie, elegant pleated slacks and expensive looking loafers with no socks. I could smell the spicy understated cologne he favored.
I was used to him looking like this. He loved men's fashion the way Melissa loved hers. But it made his buddy Marshall stand out like a sore thumb. He was wearing a cheap and ill-fitting black suit and dark tie. A suit that looked like it needed a good cleaning before getting thrown out.
I nodded towards Marshall but he didn't nod back. I walked them into the living room and Roland said "She ready?"
"Yeah. Go on up. Trying to pick an outfit for you." Then I thought I'd be funny and said "You know women."
He didn't respond to that, just began to march up the stairs towards our bedroom. I called from behind him "Want a scotch Roland? Or anything else?"
He turned and smiled at me then and said "Thanks Jeff. Yeah to the scotch. Get Marshall one too and then bring mine up." And he headed back upstairs.
I went over and poured 2 scotches neat the way I knew Roland liked it. "Rocks for mine" said Marshall so I had to head out to the kitchen. When I came back in with ice Marshall was standing with his back to me, looking at some family photos we kept above the fireplace. "Two cubes." I added his ice and handed over the drink. He reached back for it without him turning around.
