Again, my thanks go out to Angel Love for her encouragement and editing.
When we got into the kitchen I just sat down at the table while Diane got a plate from the fridge. She turned on the oven and started to put the contents of the plate onto a baking sheet. They looked like little appetizers. I walked over to the counter and asked her, "Whatcha got there?"
"Sea scallops wrapped in bacon, mushroom caps stuffed with shrimp and mini rubens,"
Again, I was blown away. All I could manage to say was, "Huh?"
She looked at me, with my mouth hanging open and this stupid look on my face, chuckled and said, "Go sit at the table."
I sat at the table as she got a couple of salad plates from the cupboard and pulled another plate from the fridge. She set the plates on the table and said, "Start on these while the rest heats up. I'm going to make some coffee, would you like some."
"Sure," was all I could say.
I looked down and saw a half-dozen deviled eggs; each one nestled in a baked sausage-breading shell. Once again, I was shocked beyond belief. I thought, 'Does this woman keep all my favorite appetizers ready to go in her refrigerator? Did she plan all this? Was this whole evening planned?'
So I asked her, "Did you plan all of this evening?"
She sighed and said, "You men are all so dense. We have become great friends over the last few months. I've grown very fond of you and I know that you're attracted to me. I would've fucked your brains out weeks ago, but you were still married and I knew you had a problem with the fidelity thing. I knew that you were going to be officially single tonight and decided that I would finally have you."
"But what about the food?"
Again with the sigh she said, "You've mentioned your favorite bar-food appetizers a number of times in the course of the last few months."
"What about the corset and stocking and heels and all that?" "Duh, you're a guy."
Then it hit me. It all sunk in. I should've known something was up when she started asking me about Photoshop filters. For months she had been giving me tips and tricks that made the software easier to use and with better results. I knew that she was a virtual expert and I was a novice. Yet, when she asked me for advice, my Ego took over and I immediately thought, 'The little lady needs my help.'
"I guess you didn't really need my help with the Photoshop filters."
"You were so easy. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes, smile and ask you to help me and you were mine. "
'God damn,' I thought and jumped up, went over to her and kissed her long and hard.
"I'm gonna eat your pussy until you pass out," I said.
"Whoa there . . . easy tiger , . . . let's get some nourishment before we retire to the bedroom."
We sat there and ate the delicious little finger foods, drank coffee and talked about our lives. It was great.
Afterwards, we got up and headed toward the stairs when she turned to me and said, "Why don't you get your clothes and the wine out of the living room. You can bring your cigar and the ashtray. We can finish it upstairs. Oh, and close the glass doors to the fireplace."
"Yes ma'am."
When I got up to her bedroom, only candles illuminated it. She was seated on a loveseat with her legs crossed and hands clasped together on her knee. The flickering candlelight cast a soft, erotic glow over her.
She said, "Let's watch a movie."
I poured us each a glass of wine, handed one to her and took my seat beside her. She picked up the remote, clicked on the TV and DVD player and took the cigar and relit it. As we sat there and shared the cigar, she was watching the TV, but I was focused on her. She had me mesmerized with her beauty, her demeanor and her presence.
Then I glanced at the screen and saw a woman bent over and a guy was whacking her on the ass with a ping-pong paddle. There was a multi strand flogger lying on the bed next to them. I thought, 'Huh,' and then realized, 'It's a porn flick. This woman keeps fuck flicks in her bedroom.'
She realized that I was once again surprised, smiled, nodded toward the screen and said, "Give you any ideas?"
I replied, "You mean . . . " and my voice trailed off. She bowed her head slightly, bit her lower lip, rolled her eyes up to meet mine and nodded her head yes.
"I suppose you have the toys as well."
Again she nodded her head.
Now, I had never gotten into dominating a woman and never had the urge to hit one either. I couldn't imagine hurting this woman. However, considering everything that she had done for me that evening, if she wanted me to dominate her, then I would. When duty calls, you've got to toe the mark.
"Well then, turn off the TV, get your toys and assume the position."
She got up and went to her closet and brought out a paddle, a flogger, handcuffs and a metal bar about 3 feet long with cuffs attached to each end. She bent over and cuffed the metal bar to each ankle. Then she put the handcuffs on and raised them above her head and hung them on a hook in the ceiling. I just sighed and shook my head. Eventually I would stop being surprised with what she did.
"I've been a bad girl and need to be punished . . . everywhere."
I slowly walked around her with the paddle in one hand and the flogger in the other.
"So the horny slut wants to be punished, eh?" I said and then smacked each cheek of her ass firmly, but not too hard.
She smiled and said, "Yes, but harder, please."
So I whacked her hard on each cheek. She jumped and shrieked, "Oh yes, thank you, do it again."
So I spanked her hard with the paddle about a dozen times. Her ass was beet red. She was gasping for air and making little shrill squeaking noises.
I moved around to her front and started to slap her nipples back and forth with the flogger, each slap a little harder than the previous one.
She had this look on her face that was half smile and half pleading. "Oh . . . oh . . . thank you . . . thank you . . . do it some more . . . please . . . more."
She was obviously enjoying this, so I decided to take it a step further. I brought the flogger back and planted a sharp, swift whack on her pussy.
She winced in pain. "Ouch . . . Ouch . . . Oh god that hurt." Her smile was gone, her eyes were closed, she was on her tiptoes and trying to hold her legs together.
I walked behind her and smacked her ass hard with the flogger. Again she screamed out in pain. I tossed the flogger and paddle on the loveseat, took off my pants and went over and lay down on the bed.
"Take off all of that hardware and get over here and suck my dick."
She took off the cuffs and knelt between my legs. After a few minutes of her oral charms, I was at full mast.
"Get up here and fuck me."
And fuck me she did. She straddled me and sat upright, frantically moving her hips back and forth, moaning and groaning. I was twisting both nipples and she started to cry again. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away, leaned down to me, held a tit to my mouth and said, "Suck my tit . . . suck my tit while I fuck you."
