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Authors: Kat Richards
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as I look at the clock. They won't be home for hours, she won't mind if I just try them on will she?
I'm in my third dress. Mrs. Cliffe and I are remarkably close to the same size. Impressive for a woman who gave birth four months ago in her forties. I put the third dress back carefully then walk deeper into her closet. Normally she doesn't let me in here, preferring to keep her own space tidied unlike Mr. Cliffe. There are a series of drawers at the back so I go and look to see what she has. As I open the first drawer I stop.
Laid out in velvet is a leather flogger and a series of sex toys. My mouth drops open and desire dampens my panties. I had no idea ...
Becca, back home, was very much into the 'life' and I attended a few parties with her. I had no idea Mr. And Mrs. Cliffe played games like this. I imagine her being flogged but it doesn't make sense. She'd never be the one receiving such treatment, she'd be the one giving it. I run my hands over the cold leather, then touch the cuffs and restraints. I imagine what it would feel like for my skin to be touched by them and I shiver.
I open another drawer and there are compact discs shining up at me, each one dated in a very exacting hand I recognize as Mrs. Cliffe's. Curiosity killed the cat so I pull the top one out. They have a telly in their bedroom so I slide the disc into the player, retrieve the remote from the bedside, and press play. Warmth heats between my legs at the scene that rolls across the television and I'm wet.
Chapter Three
Mrs. Cliffe
"Daniel was absolutely aghast," I say.
Everyone at the table laughs. These events are long and usually boring. Luckily tonight I was able to arrange to sit with our close friends the Baxter's. Our table is off to one side of the banquet hall, allowing Daniel easy access to the stage for his presentation but also giving us a modicum of privacy.
Lucy Baxter's a beautiful woman, tall and elegant with a very slender neck and shoulders. Rick, her husband, is also a handsome man. They play racket ball with us three or four times a month, whenever we can get Daniel's head out of the clouds.
"I completely understand," Lucy says sipping at her champagne.
Daniel and Rick are deep in conversation about business that neither of us care about. They're both driven men who work hard, usually over a hundred hours a week. But at the end of the day, no matter when that is, they come home to us. Looking around the room here, filled with the rich and moderately famous, I know full well that's not the normal state of affairs.
Lucy and I though, we know how to keep our men coming home. A man has needs. Primal needs. No matter the layers of sophistication that society lays over it. Other men with wives who don't meet this need cheat. They find ways to scratch that itch outside their marriage bed. Those women are fools.
"You have to tell me," Lucy says. "How's your new au pair?"
"She's perfect," I say smiling. "I really can't imagine how I managed before her."
"Oh? What agency did you use to find her?"
"She was referred by the Lindermans. They know her family."
"I see. Is she ... full service?" Lucy asks arching an eyebrow to further her implication.
I shake my head. "No. Well, not yet. I'm still training her. She's done quite remarkable though. She took very quickly to my attention for detail, often she exceeds my expectations."
"Is she pretty?"
"Lucy, I wouldn't have an ugly au pair. Would you? Why would anyone want an unattractive person in their home all the time?"
We both laugh. Lucy's eyes roam down across my exposed cleavage, her tongue touches her lips before her eyes return to mine.
"So Lynette," Lucy says. "Perhaps we should have a weekend get-away soon? It's been a long time."
She smiles at me over her glass. Her eyes sparkle. She glances quickly at Daniel and in answer I glance at Rick. I nod slowly as I finish chewing on a piece of cheese.
"It has. I think it's high time we had an excursion together. Some adult
I'm in my third dress. Mrs. Cliffe and I are remarkably close to the same size. Impressive for a woman who gave birth four months ago in her forties. I put the third dress back carefully then walk deeper into her closet. Normally she doesn't let me in here, preferring to keep her own space tidied unlike Mr. Cliffe. There are a series of drawers at the back so I go and look to see what she has. As I open the first drawer I stop.
Laid out in velvet is a leather flogger and a series of sex toys. My mouth drops open and desire dampens my panties. I had no idea ...
Becca, back home, was very much into the 'life' and I attended a few parties with her. I had no idea Mr. And Mrs. Cliffe played games like this. I imagine her being flogged but it doesn't make sense. She'd never be the one receiving such treatment, she'd be the one giving it. I run my hands over the cold leather, then touch the cuffs and restraints. I imagine what it would feel like for my skin to be touched by them and I shiver.
I open another drawer and there are compact discs shining up at me, each one dated in a very exacting hand I recognize as Mrs. Cliffe's. Curiosity killed the cat so I pull the top one out. They have a telly in their bedroom so I slide the disc into the player, retrieve the remote from the bedside, and press play. Warmth heats between my legs at the scene that rolls across the television and I'm wet.
Chapter Three
Mrs. Cliffe
"Daniel was absolutely aghast," I say.
Everyone at the table laughs. These events are long and usually boring. Luckily tonight I was able to arrange to sit with our close friends the Baxter's. Our table is off to one side of the banquet hall, allowing Daniel easy access to the stage for his presentation but also giving us a modicum of privacy.
Lucy Baxter's a beautiful woman, tall and elegant with a very slender neck and shoulders. Rick, her husband, is also a handsome man. They play racket ball with us three or four times a month, whenever we can get Daniel's head out of the clouds.
"I completely understand," Lucy says sipping at her champagne.
Daniel and Rick are deep in conversation about business that neither of us care about. They're both driven men who work hard, usually over a hundred hours a week. But at the end of the day, no matter when that is, they come home to us. Looking around the room here, filled with the rich and moderately famous, I know full well that's not the normal state of affairs.
Lucy and I though, we know how to keep our men coming home. A man has needs. Primal needs. No matter the layers of sophistication that society lays over it. Other men with wives who don't meet this need cheat. They find ways to scratch that itch outside their marriage bed. Those women are fools.
"You have to tell me," Lucy says. "How's your new au pair?"
"She's perfect," I say smiling. "I really can't imagine how I managed before her."
"Oh? What agency did you use to find her?"
"She was referred by the Lindermans. They know her family."
"I see. Is she ... full service?" Lucy asks arching an eyebrow to further her implication.
I shake my head. "No. Well, not yet. I'm still training her. She's done quite remarkable though. She took very quickly to my attention for detail, often she exceeds my expectations."
"Is she pretty?"
"Lucy, I wouldn't have an ugly au pair. Would you? Why would anyone want an unattractive person in their home all the time?"
We both laugh. Lucy's eyes roam down across my exposed cleavage, her tongue touches her lips before her eyes return to mine.
"So Lynette," Lucy says. "Perhaps we should have a weekend get-away soon? It's been a long time."
She smiles at me over her glass. Her eyes sparkle. She glances quickly at Daniel and in answer I glance at Rick. I nod slowly as I finish chewing on a piece of cheese.
"It has. I think it's high time we had an excursion together. Some adult
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