I’ve done my best to make this episode entertaining on it’s own. To get the full impact, however, you may want to read the first story. "Testing the Waters".
The week after the Tavern was a roller coaster. The exhilaration I felt about Vicki saying “You know you’re my little bitch………………?” was mixed with bouts of low self-esteem and uncertainty. The words, had they been said after a night of kinky passion between the two of us, would have been elating. But hovering over me in a dominant position, facing my feet, putting her ass in my face and telling me to lick the remains of another man’s cumm off of her ass….. introduced more humiliation than I had expected. That night, in the heat of the moment, I loved it. Now I wasn’t so sure.
She was right. Fantasies are always perfect. And some of them are better left as fantasies. Still… though I was experiencing severe degrees of humiliation, and doubts that I still had her respect, the only time I didn’t have an erection was when I was forced to clear my at work. If I took even a five-minute break, my mind went back to that night and I’d get rock hard. Again, I was forced to just accept who I was. It was not in my control.
By mid-week Vicki and I had talked enough for her to methodically stroke my ego, build me back up and ensure me that she’d never think less of me because of this bizarre desire. Equally as important, she assured me that she’s been fantasizing just as often as me about that night and other make-believe scenarios that kept her wet. She made a complete believer out of me when she led me into the bedroom and pulled a dozen new pair of panties from her drawer. “Notice they’re all cotton? I need the absorption. It was either buy more panties or do laundry every other day. Not a day has passed since the Tavern that I haven’t gone through three pair a day. Now do you understand?”
The rest of the week was spectacular. We didn’t speak in detail about that night anymore, but each of us constantly found subtle ways to let the other know how peaked our desires remained. Our time spent together was often quiet and as we passed one another during the days and nights we’d blush a little. Vicki’s smiles were enchanting, a mesmerizing mixture of angelic qualities and wicked, dominant, whorishness.
We made love every night. I masturbated every day. Never in my life had I been so perpetually aroused. Daily I’d leave my shirttail un-tucked so my erection was not obvious to our sons. Vicki got a kick out of that and often commented on my new fashion statement.
She’d given her body to Dan only once, but I’d relived it in my mind a hundred times. Vicki didn’t keep the videotape, which somewhat saddened me, but as usual, she was being the levelheaded one. She told me there was no way she was keeping that sort of thing around to be found by the boys some day. I was sure I could have found a good hiding place, but my protest was in vain and to be honest it didn’t much matter. Every part of the tape, to the minutest detail, was embedded in my mind. Each time I played it through, my heart raced, my cock throbbed, and I was bombarded by all the emotions this new lifestyle had introduced.
It was Thursday. I’d slept two hours late. The house was quiet. Vicki was still sleeping soundly, smiling, having pleasant dreams I guessed. I wondered what she was dreaming. I laid there motionless and admired her. Her pure complexion. The sensuous curves of her full lips. My gaze drifted to the slow rhythmic rise and fall of her soft breasts. She was hypnotic.
I’d arranged for two days off because I wanted to spend every second I could with her. We’d not talked any more at all about going to the cabin for the weekend. I wasn’t positive that we’d go. And if we did, would the guys be using that second cabin? Jerome asked me the day before if the fishing trip was still on. I made up a story about a forgotten obligation to Vicki’s parents and told him that I’d have to let him know. I promised I’d call by lunch on Friday if that would work for him. I don’t see Bill and James everyday at work and neither of them had gotten back to me on the invitation. I worried a little that I might have blown it by not keeping in touch with them.
I’m not sure how long I watched her sleep. My mind struggled over thoughts. I wanted to re-live the night at the Tavern, I wanted to imagine the possibilities of the cabin weekend with Vicki and my three friends, and I wanted to just lay and absorb her beauty. They were all good thoughts and it was hard to focus on just one.
“Good morning handsome. Are you’re getting an eye full?” She said with a sleepy smile.
“I didn’t know you were awake. Morning Sweetie. I like watching you sleep.”
“Really? It didn’t look to me like it was my ‘sleep’ you were watching.”
I laughed. “I confess.”
“Hey, what are you doing here so late, aren’t you working?”
“Nope. Took today & tomorrow off.”
Vicki’s alarm went off. I’d forgotten about this part of her daily routine. Getting the boys up and off to school. I told her I’d take care of them today. Kissed her and left the room. I enjoyed spending the time with the boys. I don’t get to send them off to school often and I realized how proud of them I was as they slung their backpacks over their shoulders and headed down to the corner bus stop.
As I climbed back into bed she purred “This is n-i-c-e….” and snuggled up to me. “What’s the special occasion?”
I lied. “No occasion. I just had some extra days on the books and decided to take a couple.”
“You mean I get you today and tomorrow and then all weekend at the cabin too? You’re going to spoil me.”
Well, that answered my question about whether or not we were going to the cabin. But were we going alone, or with the guys? How could I ask so that it came out right?
“Hey that’s right, we’ve got the cabin trip this weekend, I almost forgot.”
Vicki burst into laughter as she got out of bed to pee.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You forgot?!?! Yeah, right, you f-o-r-g-o-t about the weekend. Fat chance of THAT happening. Who are you trying to fool?”
“Well, we haven’t talked any more about it. So we’re still going?”
“Well, I told you to pay for the cabins. Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
“Both of them?”
“Yes.”
