(Thank you to an unnamed Litster for allowing me to explore this fantasy of hers.)
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Amy was getting ready to go out. Her Master would be showing up any minute to pick her up. This was abnormal for them since Master had never taken Amy out before. This was partly due to social awkwardness on his part, but it also dealt with his job as a teacher at the local high school. He was distrustful of the suburb he lived in and having a beautiful woman such as Amy on his arm anywhere, especially while she wore a wedding band on her hand, could have lead to rumor and scandal costing him his pension.
Still, Amy was not going to be denied the chance to go out. Her husband of twenty three years didn't care anymore about her sexual needs and Master came at the right time online to help her with her cravings. She had cum so many times from his words on the screen and from his voice on the telephone that seeing him was the logical next step. They had already spent a few weekends in the next town's motel making some of her fantasies come true. She was a shapely slut whose hips were perfectly fit to his hands and whose mouth couldn't get enough of his cock. It was after such an episode of oral pleasure that Angela brought up the bar idea.
Amy put on a blue sleeveless top, without the bra that she would wear to hide her chest. Amy always hated the fact that her chest dropped a little, but was encouraged by her Master's attention to them so much. The thought of the nipple clamps on them the last time nearly made her want to lie on the bed and pound her pussy with her dildo til climax. She then recalled his instructions for her and held off. She then slipped on her white denim skirt and the lacey blue thong her Master bought for her for this night. A pair of modest white heels without hose or stockings finished the ensemble. Amy could already feel herself getting turned on thinking about what Master had in store for her.
A chime from her cell phone showed his signal as she grabbed her clutch and walked out the door without even a word to her husband. He was probably in the TV room watching old episodes of Matlock anyway, she thought. As she walked to his car, she had to contain her excitement. Her Master was younger than her. Even though she had him by ten years, he seemed so much more confident when they started their relationship. He looked at her with the crooked smile on his face brought on by Bell's palsy some years prior. The goatee he wore covered the frozen part of his smile as his glasses reflected the street light.
"Ready to go, my pet?" he asked. His voice did the deep timbre again that always seemed to ruin her pristine panties. That moment was no exception.
"Yes, Master," she responded. He leaned in for a kiss forgetting for the moment that they were in front of her house before he removed his lips from her quickly.
"Damn...I forgot about the roommate." Since they started speaking, he always referred to Amy's husband as the roommate. She laughed a bit prior to restraining herself.
"Where are we going, Master?"
