Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... smile. Well...yes..." she laughed shaking her head. She walked around the patio as they chatted, her hips swaying. I could tell he was charming her as she relaxed more and more, her face radiant. It seemed he did most of the talking as she was drawn away. I watched mesmerized as her demeanor changed, her sunny flirtiness dissipating, the smile fading from her lips. I could see and hear her breathing pick up, her golden tummy hollowing, her breasts rising and falling. Her voice became shaky again, constricted: "You know, we were wondering if you wanted to get together sometime. We talked about it a bit in Cabo, then we got really, uh, busy when we got back. What do you think?" "When?" he asked. "Well, um, anytime that is good for you," she replied. "I...I'm sure you have a lot going on, but any time you can make it up here or vice versa. I want to see you again." She was trying to speak calmly, but her breathing was short. I could see her swollen nipples through her top. "Tonight???" she cried out, shocked. I then heard his voice but could not make out the words. "That's in just two hours!" Michele responded. Then almost immediately she agreed. "Yes, six o'clock would be wonderful, yes..." she almost whispered. "Uh huh, Ty will be here. Is that OK? We can ask him to leave if need be. He said something, and she replied softly, "Anything you desire. I can't wait to see you..." They ended the call. "He will be here a little after six o'clock," she ...

... announced breathlessly. "I need to get ready." I watched her tight bottom under her bikini as she headed into the house with me following. "I'm going to take a bath, you need to change the sheets," she said hurrying to the linen closet. She took a set out, a satin set she keeps for special occasions. Put these on the bed and straighten the house up a bit, then get yourself ready. Martha cleaned yesterday, so you just need to pick a few things up. I followed her to our bedroom and got to work as she lovingly went through her lingerie chest. She chose a lacy peach bra and panty set. Then she went to her closet, pulling out my favorite of her sundresses. "I want to wear something simple and pretty for him," she explained. She hung it and her undies on the door hook, her face aglow. Then she strode off and I heard her drawing her bath. As I made the bed I was rock hard in anticipation of what was to come. I noticed the bondage straps were still affixed and tucked between the boxspring and the head and footboards. Vivid memories flooded back of my wife's first experience with the 'Mandingo', and what came thereafter culminating in Cabo. The memories were scintillating, and yet I was wracked with guilt. 'What had I done to my Michele?' I thought. I tried to focus on the task at hand, in vain, images flooding my mind of my sweet, beautiful, brilliant Michele, tied down, spread-eagled, thrusting her hips upward as she is roughly bred by her dark master.