I remember only that I'd been at the bar with some buddies; I'd had more to drink than usual. My buddies were gone, but for some reason I lagged behind. A tall dark woman was sitting with me; she was close, in my face, talking softly. Her words were beautiful, but I do not know what she said. I followed her out to her car; the fact that I was married to a loving wife never entered my mind. She opened the door to the back seat and slid in, beckoning me with her outstretched hand to follow. The car started, and I was faintly aware of a man with dark glasses behind the wheel.
The long haired beauty entranced me with her eyes, her wet red lips, her kisses. She kissed me, long and hard, then gently bit my lips. One hand was at the back of my neck, gripping my head. The other was in my pants, slowly stroking me. The ride to her secluded house was long, or it was short. I do not know.
Inside the house, she led me down to a stone-walled basement. In the middle of the huge empty basement was a lone bed, a cast-iron four poster. Chains dangled from the tall posts. The silent man had preceded us, lighting a few large candles. In the flickering light, I was led to the bed. As the temptress undressed me, the man in shades chained my wrists to the posts. My legs were then chained, spread apart and fastened to the footposts. I was becoming more aware of my female captor now; perhaps the hold she had on me weakened once I was bound. I looked at her beautiful face as she mounted my hardened cock. It was pale, which made the red lipstick seem brighter. Her eyes were dark, darkened more by black eye shadow. She pushed her long hair over her shoulders, then seductively opened her blouse. Creamy smooth breasts appeared, fulfilling the promise of her cleavage. She rode me until I thought I could take no more, and then suddenly the silent man was beside her, a pen knife in his hand. The state of mind I was in, from the alcohol, the frenzied sex, and whatever else she had imposed on me kept me from panicking. He brought the blade to her breast and made a small cut. It brought her back for a moment from her impending orgasm, and she looked down at me with hunger in her eyes. Grabbing my head with both hands, she brought her bleeding breast to my mouth. No coaxing was needed; I sucked long and hard, tasting her salty essence, swallowing all that I was given. I remember her screaming as she came, and I remember her sharing a bloody kiss with me. My orgasm began, and then all was black.
I woke up in bed next to my wife, a strange taste in my mouth. The late morning light was bright, and I buried myself under the covers.
Late in the day, my wife teased me about being out so late with my friends. "Trying to relive your younger years, are you?" she laughed. "But now that you're approaching 40, it's not as easy to get out of bed the next day, is it? Good thing it's Saturday!"
I was not in an overly humorous mood. I felt so thick headed, and I couldn't remember a damn thing from last night.
After dinner, around 8:30, the doorbell rang as we were watching a movie. I answered the door without turning on any of the lights. As I opened the door, I felt as if I were just waking up from a dream. There before me was my dark lover, as beautiful and pale as I now remembered. Beside her was the silent man, dark sunglasses as always. I stepped back, absent-mindedly motioning for them to enter. They walked right past me, into the living room where my wife sat. I closed the door and followed. I didn't hear the initial conversation, but the man and woman were sitting on either side of my wife when I entered. My wife looked at me, puzzlement and shock written all over her face; their bold approach had caught her by surprise. My dark lover was whispering in her ear when my wife's expression turned blank, then a mellow, almost sensual look appeared. The silent man removed his sunglasses and moved in close to whisper in my wife's other ear. I saw my wife lean back against the couch, her legs closed tightly together and then spread apart; her mouth opened halfway, and her breathing quickened.
The entire time, I just stood there, watching this unfold in my own living room, the light of the silent television casting a blue glow over us all. Lavender. The name of the pale woman suddenly came to me. Lavender looked at me, her eyes seductive and commanding. She looked back at my wife, unbuttoning her shirt to expose her bare chest. The man slid his hand across her beautiful breasts, causing her nipples to rise. As his lips kissed her behind her ear, tongue softly licking, his hand moved down her belly inside her shorts. Lavender looked at me again, smiling a cocky smile. She made a motion with her hand; I knew it was for me to undress.
