I felt out of sorts wondering if I should start preparing us dinner as lunch had come and Saturday night couldn't arrive any faster. Mistress Sylvia went to nap and after doing the kitchen I dressed and did yard work. It wouldn't be long I thought before I'd be raking leaves. Mistress was right; the days were getting cooler. I enjoyed yard work and gardening, but liked the break winter offered each year.
I finished up and went to shower, but not before asking Mistress Sylvia if she needed anything. She was writing out checks as she had long been our bill payer. It was common knowledge among our friends and family she controlled the purse strings and I received an allowance. She was I admitted much better at budgeting than I.
She answered, "A glass of hot tea."
I put the water on to boil, but felt this desire to do more.
"A foot rub, Mistress Sylvia?"
"Maybe later, Frances. Right now I need to focus. I'm balancing our checkbook so I need quiet."
I didn't answer because there was no need to. I moved into the kitchen and waited for the water to heat up.
She didn't look up, but said, "Why are you still dressed Frances?"
"I'm about to take a shower Mistress."
"Sylvia, Frances. I have a name Mistress Sylvia. I like imagining you walking around the house wearing nothing but your panties. Take off your clothes and put them in the washer. Then get me my tea."
"Yes, Mistress Sylvia."
I returned wearing only my panties.
"Much better, Frances. The water is boiling."
I served her a mug of tea.
"Thank you, Frances. That will be all. After you shower you had better nap. I've made dinner reservations for us at seven. Wear a suit."
I headed to the basement, showered, and fell asleep wearing a fresh set of panties. I woke up, noted the time, and dressed. I came upstairs and waited for her.
Dinner and dancing afterwards were very enjoyable, but it was how our evening ended that was really memorable. She had been the dominant half all evening. She called me Frances, ordered our meals, even made it a point to remind our waiter I was her date, not the other way around. When we were dancing she was the one who told me she wanted to dance to a different song. She's a very good dancer and I've got two left feet. It wasn't long before she was looking at others on the dance floor and seeing who was good and who wasn't.
She spotted a couple near our age, the wife as poor a dancer as me, the husband as good as Sylvia. She walked over to them. She talked to them and pointed to me. A minute later she waved at me to join them. She introduced me as Frances. She said they had spotted her on the dance floor and his wife who didn't enjoy dancing agreed Sylvia and her husband could dance while I kept her company.
They were a nice couple. When he introduced himself as John I immediately wondered if he was the John she had been seeing, His wife's name was Joan. We exchanged pleasantries and Sylvia ordered a round of drinks. It became clear he was not the John because he was not widowed. He did turn out to be a very good dancer and soon Sylvia and John were spending more time dancing than sitting with us.
Joan told me she loved to watch her husband dance. She pointed out how masterful he was on the dance floor. He was one of those big men who was light on his feet. I sensed a sexual undertone in her comments which surprised me coming from someone who didn't seem like a libertine. When a slow song began I thought John might come back and get his wife, but he stayed on the floor with Sylvia. I asked Joan if she wanted to dance, but she declined, telling me she preferred watching. I wondered if she had a leg injury preventing her from dancing. I wondered if she declined because there was no chemistry between us. We ended up sitting and watching as John held my wife very close on the dance floor.
She did comment on how good they looked together. I had to admit she was right and told her they made a nice dance couple. I was having a lot of sexual thoughts in my head sparked by Joan's stream of comments and the liquor and his name being John. His mastery on the dance floor, and the intimate way he held her as they danced to slow songs made me imagine what the two of them would look like in bed. John was a ruggedly handsome older man, tall, broad shouldered, his black hair streaked with grey. I'm sure he was quite the ladies' man when he was young,
When they did take a break Sylvia, Joan, and John conversed while I stayed quiet. Joan and Sylvia got along very well as did John and Sylvia. Joan praised her dancing which Sylvia ate up. It wasn't late, but Sylvia had a lot in store for me. She told me,"Frances, drink up. We need to get going soon."
John said he hoped he could get in a few more dances and Sylvia agreed. Before we parted ways, Joan and Sylvia exchanged phone numbers. She said she would invite Sylvia over. There was an excited look on her face when Sylvia said she would love to come over. John and I shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, but there was no shared connection. I got the same feeling when I said goodbye to Joan; the two of them weren't interested in me, but Sylvia. Sylvia and Joan exchanged kisses on the cheek and hugs, but it was John who fully embraced her, thanked her for making their evening more enjoyable, and kissed her full on the lips. She pursed her lips so it wasn't like she didn't want to be kissed.
My face went red. I was quiet on the drive home while Sylvia chattered away. She was in a very good mood and once we were home she became very sexually aggressive. As she hungrily kissed me she told me she had been wanting to do that all night. We headed to our bedroom and my jealous moment passed. I did wonder if John had primed the pump of the tigress I was now sharing increasingly heated kisses with.
It wasn't long before she and I were naked. Normally she assumed a more submissive role, laying on her back as I knelt or lay between her legs and licked her, but that night she had me on my back and rode my face.
She dismounted and as she snuggled up to me said, Thanks, Frances. You have no idea how badly I needed that. Nothing like a great orgasm to end the night."
She rested her head on my chest and made no move for a few minutes. I thought maybe I wasn't going to cum and she would drift off to sleep, but she didn't.
She said she liked resting her head on my hairless chest, but she also missed toying with my hair, especially on my abdomen. I asked her if she wanted me to grow it back out, but she said for now she wanted me to keep shaving.
I teased her there was no pleasing her.
She laughed and said, "Not true. You pleased me a lot just now."
"I'm glad."
Always observant, she said, "I noticed you got jealous."
"It's no big deal. It passed."
"Good. I was very proud of how you handled it. It will get easier. Maybe next time even exciting."
"What did you think of them?" I asked.
"I like them. They invited me to come over."
She lifted her head up and looked at me, "Maybe one Friday night you can drop me off, then pick me up."
I felt a knot form in my throat as I croaked out, "Maybe."
She changed the conversation, "I've had my turn and now it's yours Frances. This is hard for me to ask so I am going to be direct. I really enjoy doing what I do to you, but would you mind giving yourself an enema before we start. Everything is in the bathroom."
"I've never given myself one."
"Just follow the instructions. While you get ready I'm going to get ready."
I did follow the instructions, but it still took a while before I was cleaned out and felt clean. I noticed it felt strange being in what was now Sylvia's bathroom. I made sure I left the bathroom as clean as It was before I used it. My bowels felt empty and I exited the bathroom looking forward to one of Sylvia's handjobs as she fingered my ass.
She was in bed and under the covers, but she had the covers pulled up and a towel down where she wanted me to lay.
She had lit a couple of candles so the setting was very romantic.
I got in bed. She told me to pull the covers over us as she was cold. We were on our sides. She caressed the side of my face and said, "I love you Frances."
"I love you too Sylvia."
