Thursday, May 31, 2018

Help


"Sweetie, I'm having trouble with this last garter," she called to her husband, "can you come over here and help me? I really need to finish getting dressed, he's going to be here any minute."

"Yes, yes Ma'am," you said softly, coming into the room, kneeling behind her, and fingers trembling, attaching her garter strap to her stockings. Done, you looked up, saw her looking over her shoulder at you.

"You're jealous," she she softly, half question, half statement.

"You...you look so pretty," you blurted out, your conflicted emotions tangling the words in your mind. Of course you were jealous, your wife was dressing to go to dinner with someone else, a man she knew from work, a client, in town for the weekend.

"That's what a man like him expects, sweetie," she said.

"I...I just...I don't know..."

"Don't you?" she asked, glancing down between your legs.

"He...are you...?"

"We might," she said, "if he likes what he sees."

She made sure he'd like what he saw, made sure nothing was left to chance. He knew she was married, but your wife was making it clear she was available, that she was his for the asking.

For the taking.


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