Friday Afternoon (10 page)

“You wouldn’t be touching each other.”

“Yeah, but I’d still feel him in there.” He starts grinding his teeth together.

“Here I thought you’d be too possessive for that, and it turns out the hang-up isn’t about sharing me, it’s about fear of it being too gay?” I say. I’m a little peeved now.

“Who chooses the third?”

“You can, but you can’t choose someone disgusting. I’ll even let you pick a man who’s dressed in drag if you want,” I say and then laugh. “Then it’ll seem like you’re with two women.” I’m full-out laughing now and Levi glares at me.

“Hell no. I don’t want the guy getting off on my dick rubbing against his. That’s even more gay.”

Silence stretches between us as I gain control of my urge to laugh at him. He’ll take the bet. I know my husband well. He won’t be able to pass because he’s pretty certain he can win it.

“How long do I have before you win?”

“I’ll be generous because I don’t think you can do it, and I’m a patient woman. How about setting the deadline at midnight on New Year’s Eve? That gives you over six months.”

He smiles and then leers at me. “Deal.”

He growls a sound of contentment and pulls me closer. “It’s going to be a special beginning to the New Year. I can imagine it now. You’re going to be my fuck slave.”

“Your Fuckerella?”

He laughs. “It’s going to be fucktastic.”

“Utter fucktopia.”

“For me,” he says. “For you? Not so much.”

Levi

I walk into the now-familiar adult store and nod to the same old man who’s always stationed at the register. This stop won’t take long. I know exactly what I’m buying. Down past the DVDs and mainstream toys, the more deviant devices are displayed. I walk straight to the black leather flogger with stingers at the ends. I’d been eyeing it for several weeks. Now it’s time to buy.

My cock stirs at the mental picture traipsing through my mind as I walk my purchase up to the register.

“Looks like you’ve found yourself a doozy,” the old man says as I hand him the flogger and a hundred dollar bill. Those are the first words he’s said to me since I started coming in. I nod and can’t help the slight smile turning up the corners of my lips.

When I get back into my car, I thrill at the thought of using the flogger on Mia. I’m only planning a spanking for her today, but who knows? After last week I may feel the need to use the flogger.

The cultivation of Mia’s sexual repertoire has been wildly successful. The deeper we proceed into this restoration of what used to be, the more I love my wife, and I absolutely adored her before all of this started.

Our lives have changed in so many ways and, even though we’re older and there’s been a lot of water under our bridge, the Mia I fell in love with is still there. The sweet, needy girl has blossomed into a confident and strong wife and mother. But in the bedroom, where I need her to be yielding and pliable, she still defers to me like she always has, and her desire to please me hasn’t waned.

The anticipation begins to build inside my gut, and a small amount of apprehension builds with it. I could be happy for the rest of my life with Mia without engaging in some of my more extreme desires. I spanked her and she didn’t revolt. Next is the flogger, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed. If she doesn’t have the proclivity toward the pleasure and pain aspects of sex, I won’t complain. I already have more than most men. But now, after this year, I also won’t give up. At the pace we’re going, her exposure to the subtleties of pain combined with pleasure is inevitable, even if it is only once in a while. A special treat to sate my hunger.

I want to take her to paradise. I want her to love it so much she begs for more.

Still, a slight feeling of apprehension lingers. It still feels like I’m taking a risk. I’m opening myself up, showing her the murky sludge that constitutes some of my sexual cravings.

I shake it off and think about my Mia. Hope blooms within me. She is sex, love and devotion personified. She’s never judged me or criticized me for who I am, and I can’t see her doing it now.

* * * *

Mia

Levi whips up a chicken and mushroom sauté and serves it to me over noodles. A glass of red wine is waiting. He looks at me as if I’m the meal. I feel the thrum of energy coming off him in waves. My stomach flips. What does he have in store for me this week? I feel the changes in my body already. My breathing comes fast and shallow. I’m suddenly not hungry.

“You’ve outdone yourself.”

“Enjoy it because when you’re done, you’re mine.” His voice is throaty, like he needs a drink of water. He raises his glass. “To new experiences.” It takes me a second to clamp my mouth shut. It has unwittingly dropped open at hearing Levi’s toast. We clink our glasses together and I glance at him. His smoldering eyes are waiting for me to make contact. He’s enjoying the anxiety the toast stirs up within me.

“I’m wondering, Levi, have you noticed anything different about how the opposite sex treats you lately?”

He looks at me, perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know how to explain it. It seems like since we’ve started…” –she waves a hand in the air– “…all of this, I’ve been getting weird vibes from guys at work I’ve known for years.”

Levi sets his fork down, giving me his complete attention. “Weird how?”

“It’s like they sense I’m sexed up, that I do kinky things, that I’m wearing slut underwear. At first I thought it was me noticing things I hadn’t noticed in my interactions with them before.”

“Like?”

“Nothing sexual, at least not overtly sexual. Mostly it’s small things like winking at me and paying more attention to me when I happen to walk into the break room, opening doors for me. Innocent stuff like that. I have caught one or two looking at my ass when I walk by and I’ve gotten a few catcalls and whistles from the guys in the shipping department. It’s never happened before. It seems like they can sense the change in me.”

Levi smiles at me. “Probably because they can.”

“Somehow I have a hard time believing I’ve become sexier just because I’m having sex more often.”

He chuckles. “Being sexy is a state of mind and matters as much as the way you look. You probably walk differently with your fuck-me underwear on, coming across more sure of yourself, confident. That’s sexy. And I have a feeling they were looking at you before. You just didn’t notice because sex was not on your mind back then, before we started our Fridays.” He picks up his fork and nods his head toward my plate. “Eat.”

After lunch, we walk to our bedroom. It’s dark, with the shade pulled down when I enter. The room has been set up. The restraints installed to the bed frame sit neatly, one at each corner.

“Take your clothes off, Mia.” He looks at me with ownership in his gaze. I don’t react to his words immediately, because I’m looking at the shadowy room. Shit, our toy drawer is out of the dresser and sitting on the trunk at the foot of the bed. I swallow through my suddenly dry throat. “Now!” He pounds the three pillows stacked in front of him. “Face down, hips on the pillows.” He pulls his t-shirt over his head and crosses his arms. He stands there, in jeans and nothing else, waiting for me to comply.

I slowly unbutton each button on my blouse and slide the material down my arms. Underneath, my white lace demicup bra draws his attention. I see the muscles in his face work as he clenches his jaw, and I give him a defiant smile.

“You’re playing with me?” he rumbles.

“Why not?” I shrug. “Looks like you’re getting ready to play with me.” I unzip my black pencil skirt and it falls to the floor. The thong matching my bra appears to have attracted his interest. His eyes blaze as his gaze lands between my legs. He reaches out a hand to me, helping me to step out of my skirt. Then he pulls me into him hard and fast. Our chests press up against each other’s. He dips his head and bites my shoulder. A slight whimper squeaks out of my mouth. I don’t know what awaits me, but I’m feeling the thrill of knowing he’ll take whatever he wants and I’ll give all of myself to him.

I crawl onto the bed and position myself as I was told. He places a sleep mask over my eyes. His weight leaves the bed and I hear him circling me. “I could sit and look at you like this all day.” He sighs. “My beautiful, obedient–”

I snort at the word and the behavior is swiftly addressed. Levi spanks me with his bare hand. The first meeting of his palm to my ass elicits another snort quickly followed by a giggle.

“What’s funny, Mia?” The words are a menacing warning in my ear.

“I don’t know.” I giggle again. “I’m feeling a little defiant today.” I’m smirking until he cracks my ass. “Ow, stop!” I wave an arm behind me.

Another clap lands on my other cheek and I start lifting myself. Now I’m most definitely feeling defiant, and I wonder whether he’d be able to tie me down without my cooperation.

“Down.” He presses a firm hand to my back and spanks again. I try in earnest to get up but his body covers mine before I get far. He concentrates his attention on my right arm as he puts his full weight on top of me and attempts to secure the Velcro restraints around my right wrist. I yank my arm away as hard as I can. My initial jerk almost frees my wrist from his hand, but his grip holds and the Velcro closes around my limb a second later. I am fighting in earnest now. He tries gaining control of my left arm as I buck and squirm underneath him. I’m just a second too slow, and my attempt to pull the Velcro on my right wrist open fails with a hard grab and jerk of my forearm. I realize that during the split second I thought I was going to do it, he was actually situating himself so he had complete physical control over me. He now straddles my ass and has tucked his feet to the inside of my thighs, essentially holding them down.

With my right arm already secured and the rest of my body pinned, he has both hands to secure my left wrist, which he does, easily. After, he swats me several times and I try unsuccessfully to twist away from him, but he systematically wrestles my legs into submission.

He gives me a spanking, and I’m not giggling anymore. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I wail but the spanking continues. To my complete and utter astonishment, I giggle again. I try to slap my hand over my mouth, forgetting I’m restrained. My brain is slow on the uptake right now.

He stops and kneels on the bed next to me. “The more you fight it, the worse it’s going to be for you, babe. But go on…I can do this all day.” His voice is calm. He’s not even out of breath. I yank my arms again, attempting one last time to get free.

I groan as another swat hits my flesh. My rear end is hot. I take a deep breath and try to go limp. I fight the flinch response to his supe rslow spankings and begin taking them without protest. When I do, the spanking stops. He leans into me and presses his hard-on to my hip. My inner muscles quiver, and I groan.

“Levi,” I whisper. He steps away and returns only seconds later. Something other than his hand lands on the back of my legs, near my rear end. It stings in a different way. I like it better so I don’t say anything, afraid he might switch back to his hand. My body is warm, my ass is on fire and I am so relaxed.

“Hmm.” The noise floats out of me, and I feel like he knows all the words behind that sound of contentment. It is simply a sigh of bliss and a needy “I love you” rolled up into one sound.

He is off the bed, dropping his jeans to the floor, and I wait patiently, his willing partner in this pursuit. There’s no reason to stop the adventure and get off now, it’s been so, so good thus far. I hear him as he rummages around in the toy drawer and then the bed dips behind me, between my legs.

“How pretty.” I jump when I feel his lips meet my bare pussy lips in a gentle, chaste kiss. “Darling, you need to relax. Do I need to spank you more?”