This is the third of a series. Check out the others to see where this one fits.
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When I saw Karen at dance class on Wednesday, she was a bit embarrassed but quite friendly. By the end of the evening she'd become even more affectionate than usual. When we walked to her car she pressed herself to me with a moist kiss, grinding her pelvis against my crotch.
"I feel guilty as hell cheating on my husband, but can we get together again soon for another session?" she asked.
"Of course we can," I answered, "but if you want to do this then you have to do something in preparation," I continued.
"And what would that be?" she asked sarcastically.
"I want you to go down to one of those adult book shops and buy three or four magazines on bondage," I told her. Karen blushed and looked nervous.
"I'd be so embarrassed going into a store like that. I've never been in one," she confessed.
"Well you've never done a lot of things before or at least until now. You can do it. I suggest you go in the morning; they're less crowded then. Also, there's a somewhat more respectable one over on 7th Street. Leaf through several magazines and buy the ones that excite you the most. By the way they're not cheap," I told her.
"When would you like to come?" I teased.
"Well, my husband is going out of town on Friday for a gig and he usually calls home at 7:00 before he leaves for work," she said.
"Wonderful. We can make a long evening and a full day out of it." I said as I leaned over to kiss her. I slipped my hand into her blouse and caressed her massive tit. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth as I squeezed her hard nipple through her sheer bra. As she released me, I slapped her playfully but firmly on her beautiful ass. "I'll call you on Friday," I said as she climbed into her car. I leaned into the car and kissed her again as I slid my hand down between her soft thighs and felt the moistness of her silk panties. She moaned loudly as she sucked my tongue into her mouth and ground her drenched pussy against my fingers.
On Friday I noticed that the "Story of O" was playing at one of the local adult theaters. I knew the place and that it had a separate seating area in the balcony for couples and unescorted women. I called Karen in the afternoon.
"Did you buy the magazines?" I asked.
"Yes, but I was mortified. It wasn't bad enough having to go in there. Though the place is really not as sleazy as I thought it would be, the guy behind the counter kept giving me the eye. When I carried the magazines up to the counter and he saw what they were, I wanted to die," she said.
"I'm glad you bought them. I have a surprise for you," I said.
"Usually I like surprises but with you, I don't know," she teased.
"Don't worry this one is painless," I teased back. "I'm taking you to see an art movie this evening."
"Art movie?" she asked.
"Art movie," I answered. "It's about bondage but is not your usual run of the mill X-rated job. It's playing at the Uptown Art and I want you to meet me there at 8:00," I told her. "I want you to wear a halter top and your black wrap-around skirt and, oh yes, no underwear," I instructed her.
"No underwear?" she asked teasingly.
"You can bring some in your bag if you like. Also bring a change of clothes and your bikini," I added, "and don't forget the magazines."
"Okay," she said.
"When you get to the theater go in and go up to the balcony. I'll be waiting there for you in the front right section," I instructed her.
"Aren't you going to pick me up?" she asked. "No, and I want you to come by bus so we won't have to worry about your car," I added.
"I'd..." she started to protest.
"Do it!" I said sternly before she could utter another word. "I'll see you there," I said much more softly.