Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

**** Monday morning

"Claire, are you coming in? The meeting's due to start in five - you know how shit the IT is here."

Jeez, the man was loud; I could hear his voice as if he were right here with me, coming through loud and clear on my wife's mobile.

I could just make out the scuffle of documents, the general hum of an office - I very much hoped she was trying to keep *this* particular conversation as private as possible. I'm all for sharing, but there are some things...

"I know, I know it's expensive," she said to me, "but if we want to fast-track the results, it's the only way. You book it, I'll pop by straight after work."

"Sure, I'll phone them later."

I'd obviously sounded slightly subdued, my wife picking up on my tone.

"Hey, look, it was all your idea, right? So you're paying! Plus..." she said, pausing, hopefully checking no-one was stood nearby, her voice lowering, "it's *hotter* if you pay for everything - remember the power dynamic!"

I heard the loud man in the background again, "Claire, it's starting now!"

"Fuck's sake Ram!" she shouted, before continuing on to him, "What have I said before about these sorts of negotiations?! Treat 'em mean-"

I heard Ram again, sounding crestfallen even muffled through the mobile, "I know - keep 'em keen."

Her voice was clearer now, the phone obviously back to her ear, "Love you honey!"

"Love you too darling!" I replied, before the line cut out.

****

**** Saturday ...

... afternoon

"Ground-rules," said my wife, huffing as she hoisted the two large shopping bags up onto the breakfast bar counter, "Ground-rules are something we need to discuss."

She hopped up onto the high stool, sighing, as if a day's shopping for expensive underwear really took it out of you; tough gig. She turned to me, smiling as she took the mug of coffee I offered as a restorative for her hard life.

Claire has been out all day with Kate. They'd called it a 'shopping date' (an idea that made me shiver at the sheer misery I imagined it would entail had I been dragged along; mercifully, they'd gone alone). They'd trawled Oxford street, stopping for lunch (and a sneaky drink at a high-end wine bar - "My feet hurt - I need wine!" had been Kate's simple logic).

I tried to pry one of the bags open slightly, to get a peek at whatever undoubtedly expensive products 'Intimisimi' were in the business of selling.

"Hey!" snapped my wife, slapping my hand, "I'll model them for you later! Right now, we're talking ground rules!"

I simply smiled, a cheeky grin on my face like a schoolboy caught with his hand in the sweet jar.

"I hope you didn't tell Kate what you were really buying these for!" I said, ignoring her chosen topic; ground rules be damned - I wanted to see what slutty gear she'd bought!

"Well," she said, a cheeky smile on her face, pulling the bags across the counter-top, away from prying hands, "I didn't lie. I just didn't tell her the *whole* truth. I told her I wanted some ...