Part 1
Can We Fix This?
My first submission. Without enormous patience, time and detailed editing by ngnx it would never have been published. I am incredibly grateful for all the advice.
Out on the patio, sitting on the steps above the lawn, Annie seemed worried. She looked across at David on the chair by the outdoor table. Watching him sitting in the corner, at the junction of the garage wall and French windows, a million thoughts were racing through her brain. Most prominent was a simple question.
What could she do to save her relationship?
These past few weeks had been hard. Annie had been trying to come to terms with the fact that their relationship of three years was potentially coming to an end. It was a prospect she viewed with dismay. She was, however, nothing if not stubborn, willing to fight no matter how lost the cause might be. Walking over to David, she was determined to give it one last try.
"Can we fix this?" Annie asked, her deep blue eyes staring intently at the man she loved.
David did not respond but returned her stare. Annie puffed a few more times on her cigarette. She was not normally a smoker but in times of stress she took to the weed to help keep her calm.
Annie went on. "I want more than anything to fix this, I want us to stay together, we are a really good team and despite your tendency to wander I think we can be happy."
David remained impassive, although he agreed with her description of him. He was a sucker for any flirty woman who made eyes at him, especially if those eyes belonged to a slim, smart woman in a short skirt wearing stockings or pantyhose. That was how they found themselves in this current situation. Annie was that woman with the piercing eyes, long hair, smart skirt, stocking-clad legs and sexy heels.
Annie was the woman he had fallen for when he interviewed her for the job. He recalled her sitting in front of him. There was no question she could do the job, but the things that clinched it was her sexy smile, smart business-like dress and her stockings. Not that she had openly displayed them, on the contrary, she had kept her knees together throughout. However, sitting in a room for an hour made an eventual glimpse up her skirt inevitable. When that glimpse came, her shiny stockings with lacy tops were revealed.
His thoughts were interrupted.
"Please?" pleaded Annie. "Let's fix this, just tell me what I need to do."
David waited. Raising his glass, he took a sip while watching Annie and letting the tension rise. She took another draw on her cigarette and puffed out her cheeks. Even David had to admit she looked sexy sitting on the wall in her tight jeans with her shirt tucked into the waist. Thinking back to the end of the interview he remembered her getting up from her chair. Her legs had momentarily parted, giving him a clear view of her stocking tops and lacy knickers. As she had bent down to pick up her bag from the floor, her skirt had tightened against her body and her backside came into its own. Beautiful, he remembered thinking, sexy and beautiful. So maybe this could be mended, he thought, just maybe. A plan was coming together in his head.
"How much do you want to fix this?" He asked.
"I'm willing to do what it takes," Annie quickly replied.
"So, you are willing to do what it takes to fix our relationship
and
get married?"
Annie heard the word "married", the word she had wanted to hear since the relationship began. She longed to get married to David and spent a lot of time dreaming about it. It was a topic of conversation with her friends and, of course, her mother. Unfortunately, recent events suggested it would never happen. But now, she thought, there was a possibility.
"I want to fix it and get married more than anything. I know I can be the best wife ever and we can be very happy."
"Well, we will see about that."
"Oh, I want it more than anything and I know I can be the wife you want me to be."
"Stand up!" David demanded.
Annie stood and took a long drag on her cigarette before putting it out in the tray.
"Take off your jeans," he instructed.
Annie hesitated and looked at him quizzically. She was standing in the middle of the patio in the back garden, visible from neighbouring windows. Although the sun had set, the light from the security lamp lit up the area.
"You want to be the kind of wife I want you to be, don't you?"
"Yes."
"In that case, take off your jeans. Now!"
She momentarily hesitated, taking in what David had just said. She knew that to get her wish, she would need to go well beyond her comfort zone
Annie undid the top button on her jeans before taking the zipper between her fingers and pulling it down. Taking hold of the waistband, she lowered them over her tight bum.
David watched as she forced them all the way down and lifted each foot out of the legs. Handing her jeans to him, she reached to the tray picked up another cigarette, lit it, and took a long, slow drag. He looked Annie over; her shirt hung free just above the top edge of her thong.
"Turn around."
As she turned for him, he could see Annie's thong tight in the cheeks of her bum.
"Is this what you want from a wife, David darling? Does this please you?"
"Take of your shirt."
This time she obeyed without hesitation.
"Now, listen carefully. I want you to go upstairs, find a pair of your shiny holdups, your four-inch heels and bring them both down here."
Annie went inside and ascended the stairs to the bedroom. She opened her lingerie drawer, reached in and took out a pair of her shiniest holdups with the lace tops. Bending down at her wardrobe, she selected a pair of black four-inch heels. She returned to the patio.
Annie stood in her white lacy bra that covered her pert tits. Although not the biggest he had seen, they were firm with nipples large enough to grip and tweak, particularly when they were excited.
"Now put on your stockings and heels."
Annie sat down and slid each stocking over her legs and pulled them up, then stepped into her shoes.
"Come over and stand in front of me. I want to inspect you, I want to see if you are potential wife material."
Annie did so. Potential wife material, she thought, what a cheek. Of course I am wife material, not just potential. Determined to make a good impression in this 'game' she displayed herself for him, adopting one of her more erotic poses, something she was very good at doing.
His comment made her feel as though she was standing in the market while others were considering whether she was worth buying, no more than a chattel, an object to be admired or dismissed, accepted or put to one side.
"Now Annie, let me see you walk around the garden and show me how my possible future wife looks."
"But what if the neighbours are looking?"
"I hope they are; I want them to see that they are living close to an obedient woman who is not afraid to show her body for her future husband's pleasure. Who knows, one day I might even let them play with you, if you become my wife."
Annie knew he was serious. She had already played with Richie, a 'friend' they met through a sex contact magazine, and she knew David had enjoyed watching her and Richie performing. She also knew that if she was to become his wife she had better put on a good show and meet his expectations.
