An Uneasy Peace: Sandy’s View
After Don had left that first night, I called my friend
Jenny to ask her advice. I was not sure
how badly I had fucked up and wanted to make sure that I did not make it
worse. Jenny listened to my tale and
told me that if Don did not want me to control him he would not be looking at
pictures of dominant women. She also
told me that Don would never admit that he wanted to be controlled so I would
have to take matters into my own hands.
I told her about some of the sites that he had been visiting
and how he reacted when I had confronted him.
Jenny told me that all men wanted to have a strong woman in the bedroom
but few if any wanted a strong woman in the rest of the house. However, it was possible to become the latter
by being good at the former.
I asked her how I was supposed to accomplish that and she
said she remembered what an old car salesman had once told her. He said in order to get someone to buy a car
from you; you had to make them want to lick
the tires. In other words, make the car so attractive that they could not
imagine living without it. She told me
that the same could be applied to a wife.
I needed to make myself so desirable to Don that he would want to get
down on his knees and lick my boots, figuratively speaking of course. Or knowing Jenny maybe it was literal.
In any event, the first step she suggested I take was to cut
Don off from casual sex. If he wanted to
get into my pants then he should have to earn the privilege. And secondly,
I needed to find a way to put doubts in Don’s mind about whether he was the
only one that had a chance to get into my pants. She told me that was the easy part.
“So here is what you are going to do,” She told me. This
Saturday night we are going to go to a sex party.”
“A what?” I exclaimed.
“I may have misplaced my mind but I haven’t lost it completely. The only sex I am planning on having is in my
own bedroom unless I can talk Don into a weekend at a fancy resort.”
Jenny just broke out laughing. “I am not talking about a party where people
go to have sex. I am talking about a
party where people go to find sex toys.
But it really doesn’t matter where we go, as long as Don believes there
is a possibility that you are trolling to catch another man. So I suggest that on our lunch hour you and I
do a little shopping and I know just the place.
But bring your credit card, this is not going to be cheap but I bet the
results will be worth every penny.”
Well, she was right about that, the boots alone cost me a
weeks pay and another week’s pay went for the leather skirt and vest. But I figured that the overall look would
make Don’s mouth water and maybe start him to thinking about how he was
neglecting me.
Well, I followed Jenny’s suggestion and made sure that I was
just walking out the door when Don walked in.
And just as she had predicted Don went ballistic when he seen me walking
out the door in my best imitation of a dominatrix.
I was surprised though when he referred to my outfit as fuck
me clothes. I knew right then that I was
on the right track. I hoped that he
would spend the entire evening stewing about where I was and with whom I was
with. If in his mind I was out getting
my cunt filled with a huge cock, so be it.
The fight was short but fulfilling for me. He had stepped aside and allowed me to leave
after I had threatened to remove his manhood on the toes of my boots.
We did indeed go to a sex party. I doubt that I have ever had more fun in my
life being in a room with a bunch of women all eyeing and handling sex toys and
talking about what they were going to do with them. I even got a few suggestions on how to
properly whip a husband or boyfriend as the case may be. And I was surprised about how many women were
thinking about buying strap on tools to
use on their males. Somehow, I just
could not imagine Don standing still for me shoving a huge plastic cock up his
backside. Although he had tried shoving a little flesh cock up mine a time or
two.
It was too early to go home when that party broke up and so
Jenny took me to a private lounge and a party of a different sort. She assured me that I did not have to do
anything that I did not want to do, but I should strive to have a little
fun. I was shocked when we entered to
find that the room was filled with cigarette smoke. Almost everywhere in the world had banned the
practice of smoking in public. I turned
to Jenny and suggested that we leave as I did not want to smell like an
ashtray, but she told me that was the point of coming here. It was all part of the illusion of making Don wonder about where I had
spent the evening.
Well, we found a place at the bar, ordered a couple of
drinks and it was not long before we had men coming on to us from all
directions. I guess there was more than
one man in the world that found leather attractive. At first,
I was intent on discouraging the advances but then I started to enjoy the
attention. When a particularly handsome
man asked me to dance, I willingly complied.
He took me into his arms and I snuggled in close and allowed him to put
his hands on my leather-clad buttocks. I
could actually feel his cock becoming aroused through our clothes. And in just a while the thin film of nylon
between my legs had become soaking wet.
I was sure he could smell my arousal and as if in answer he pulled my
hips closer to his and began a slow dry fuck right there on the dance
floor. When the song ended I was
completely out of breath and I swear there were vibrations emanating from my
cunt and spreading throughout my body. I
reluctantly excused myself and on legs that were far from steady I made my way
back to the bar where Jenny was waiting with a huge smile on her face.
“Well, unless you are going to allow that guy to take you
back to his place, we probably better head home. It is late enough to cause your husband to be
going insane but if we stay here much longer, you may become known as a cock
tease and that might not be good for either one of us.”
I figured that I had a few too many drinks to be driving so
I suggested calling us a cab and coming back tomorrow to get the car. Jenny agreed and pulled out her cell phone
and made the call. She instructed the
driver to drop me off first. And when
the cab pulled into my drive she gave me her final instructions before I got
out. She said, “Remember you want him to
wonder what you were doing so refuse to give him a straight answer.”
Truthfully, at that point,
I was hoping that Don had gone to bed so I could sneak into the house
undetected. But that was not to be.
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