Chapter 1

It had been a long night out with the girls and most of us were sober enough to call a cab and then Betsy starts talking about fantasies.

"Men always have some fantasy they insist we try, am I right?"

I nodded, as did Samantha, Alana and Jenna as Betsy continued to regale us with her latest pontification.

"So last week Jeff decides it would be all nice an exciting for me to dress up as a school girl, you know the knee socks, little skirt white blouse? Well..."

I thought about my own sex life and if any of these friends of mine had ever left the world of vanilla sex, like I had.

" ... and so after all that preparation my hair and that silly outfit. Jeff comes home basically flips up the back of my skirt, bends me over and wham bam his cock is spewing his cum in my pussy and he's off for a beer."

We all laughed at Betsy's story, sure that it was unfortunately the truth. I wondered again if any of them could handle a man with a true desire to fulfill his and their fantasy. These girls, and I was there a while ago, play pretend with their boyfriends or husbands, I took it to the next level.

"You think that's a tough one, let me tell you..."

Alana started in on her own fantasy story but I was thinking back to when I left their world and stepped into a dark fantasy I've had all my life. I was at a party some friends had thrown about a year ago. Tim was out on the deck with the guys so I'd spent a few hours mingling at the party and was about get him and leave when this tall and attractive man stops me. He took my hand lightly and said.

"You have the perfect body and I apologize if that offends you."

Stunned at the time but offended, no not at all. This fairly nice looking man just admired my body, a body that I've always considered workable but nothing special. I'm five foot six, so already I'm kind of the head sticking up in the crowd of women, I do like my hair though, a nice shade of Auburn that I let just brush atop my shoulders. Now as for my breasts? One day I love them the next I wish I had breasts. Ok, I'm a thirty four B cup and while they are a nice handful, I sometimes get a little worked up when every guy in the place glues their eyes to the 42 DDD with the tight T-shirt. I digress! I've got legs and an ass so God wasn't totally messing with me and my green eyes have been said to mesmerize both women and men. But the perfect body?

"I'm not offended but amused at your exaggeration, Mr.?"

"You may call me Robert, Miss? Or is it Mrs.?"

"Suzanne. My husband is outside. Do you always use that line on women? The perfect body thing?"

"Suzanne, but you do. I bet you are one of those silly women who is always standing in the mirror saying 'If my nose were just a little more to the left, or my ear lobes just a hair longer and my boobs I wish they were.' Yet, Suzanne when a man looks at the total package and how well matched the breasts are to the ass and the legs as well as the way the face is sculptured, we are very pleased."

"I think you've had too much to drink Robert."

"Oh Suzanne, do not run from your looks and make fun when a man tells you he finds you attractive. I'm sure your husband enjoys you completely, fills your every desire. Do not be afraid of me, I only give a woman what she asks for."

"And you think I was asking for someone to tell me how perfect my body was?"

"In a way yes. But I must be off now may I give you my card? I know how less safe it is for a beautiful woman to give out her number."

I nodded and before I could move he slipped his card down the front of my blouse, nestling it right atop my left nipple. I gasped and looked up to say something and saw only the back of Robert leaving. Not wanting to cause a scene at my friend's party I left the card where it sat, removing it in the bathroom and putting it in the bottom of my purse, then going to find Tim.

" ... then he can't even get it up."

We all laughed as Alana finished her story and then Samantha said.

"Man at least you all have a story, my guy is pretty vanilla all the time. He's never even tried to do it with me anywhere but the bed. He's nice and I do like it but I'm thinking a good story would be nice too, at least once in a while."

Yeah, I tell myself if you can handle it Sam. I took a few weeks and finally retrieved the card from Mr. you've got a perfect body and called him. I asked Bob if he remembered me from the party a few weeks ago and he said, in a very deep and commanding type of voice, a voice that startled me.

"My name is Robert and yes I recall you Suzanne. What is it I may do for you?"

Ok, I was stunned by his question, I mean he gave me his card and asked me to call now he wants to know what I want. I lamely said.

"I found your card."

Yeah on my nipple, how stupid was it for me to recall that in the fist few minutes of this call.

"I just wanted to call and find out more about a man who says the kinds of things you said."

"Suzanne, I think you called me for two reasons, One because you truly appreciated the fact that I recognized the perfection of your body."

He paused and I said.

"I believe you said two reasons?"

"Yes but before I tell you the second one, I know you will hang up the phone immediately and I understand. You will call back. The second reason my Suzanne is that you liked how I used your body the other night putting my card over your nipple. You are looking for a man who will take control unlike your husband, am I right?"

I did hang up the phone and I did call back a couple of days later.

"Yeah he's always like, just try it baby, I know you'll like it. I told him the other night that if it so good to buy me a strap on and I do him."

We all gave Jenna the high five and when it became my turn I said.

"Tim and I have a good life but he's never approached me with any of those fantasies."

I then begged off with a headache and left. I grinned to myself as I walked out thinking about that line 'not tonight I have a headache'. In the cab I recalled now that second phone call.

"Bob its me Suzanne!'

"My name is Robert."

"I'm sorry Robert, I won't forget again and I'm sorry I hung up on you the other night."

"I am sure it will happen again before you understand your nature, Suzanne. In fact that last sentence probably had you clenching the phone and thinking about it, am I right?"

"Damn you yes, You are so, so..."

"I think the word is right. Now meet me tomorrow at 11 and Joe's coffee on Main. I prefer you in a simple skirt and blouse, medium heels and stockings not panty hose. I assume it will be no problem for you to make an excuse for your husband?"

"Who do you..."

"Now Suzanne let us not play games, till tomorrow then?"

He hung up the phone and left me angry. How dare this man tell me where and when to meet or how to dress, why the sheer effrontery of that man. I was sitting patiently at Joes the next day in a basic black skirt, a while cotton blouse, medium heels and stockings, clipped to a garter belt, no pantyhose. My husband was at work.

Robert came in and went straight to the counter returning with two cups of coffee. He set one down in front of me and I said.

"Robert I really don't like coffee."

He looked at me briefly then picked up his cup, took a drink and said.

"Suzanne, it is a gift from me, please do not insult me. Drink it. I want you to know what pleases me, and this coffee pleases me. Drink it and learn more about me."

I reluctantly drank the coffee, black and it was bitter but I made it through. When I'd finished Robert said.

"I believe you are the type of woman who can enjoy both a man and a woman."

Did he just ask me about my sexual preferences. Why am I here, I've got to go. But instead I said.

"Not that it's any of your business Robert but I'm straight, I enjoy men in my bed."

"Yes, I know that Suzanne, but I think you also enjoy the occasional woman too! Do not lie to me Suzanne.

Damn it, how did he know?

"Maybe once or twice."

It was a lie. I've had a few affairs with women, first because they were beautiful and so very good in bed, but also because I always felt less of a cheat as long as it was with a woman.

"See. Telling the truth is good for you Suzanne. I want to cook you a meal. What night can you make it?"

I thought about my husband and his regular haunts and said.

"Thursday my husband is out with the boys that night."

"Come to my house at 7 PM. Please be punctual the meal is delicate and I would hate to have it ruined. Wear something appropriate for an evening meal, Suzanne. A nice skirt, blouse and heels. Please recall that I do not like panty hose so again stockings."

Then he took my hand in his and kissed the back of it.

"I look forward to getting to know you better Suzanne."

I found a decent skirt and blouse but had to buy a bra and panties. I was meeting a stranger at his house for dinner, lying to my husband and refusing to fool myself about my own intentions. If this went the way I was beginning to hope then I was on the edge of an affair. I knew it. I knew it would be wrong but something about Robert left me unable to think beyond myself or of my family. I would be there at 7 PM.

Dinner was one of the best I'd eaten in a long time and after Robert asked me to come to his den.

"Please stand here, Suzanne and let me admire you."

I stood still. I was a bit confused at how distant Robert had seemed, his conversation casual all through dinner. Now standing here while he sat comfortably in his chair I began to feel a bit nervous.

"Suzanne your body is beautiful. I think you want to remove your blouse and show me your breasts. Please now."

"What"

Who knows where that came from but the follow up from me was lame, even I will admit it.

"You want me to just strip for you?"

Robert smiled and said.

"Its what you want Suzanne. I knew the minute I saw you that you want a man to obey. You want a man to let you do things you think are wrong that maybe embarrass you, but inside, Suzanne this is who you are. Please do as I say."

His tone was so easy yet strong and I found myself unbuttoning my blouse. When I was done he said.

"Hand it to me then go back and stand where you were."

Moving more on auto I removed my blouse and handed it to him. I could feel my face redden and lifted my arms to shield my bra-encased boobs.

"Put your arms at your side Suzanne. Now turn for me."

I slowly lowered my arms and turned in a circle and he said.

"Again Suzanne but slowly. Let me see how your breasts compliment you."

I did as he asked then gulped when he asked for my bra. I stood frozen looking at him and he said.

"Suzanne, I realize you need to pretend, to play this silly game but NOW, take off your bra and give it to me."

If you asked me right then why I did all this I could not say but I felt something inside me responding to Roberts requests. A feeling so deep in my core that it would take a few more sessions with him before I knew that answer. I handed him my bra and stood naked from the waist up, then turned slowly for him. Next came my skirt and finally my panties. I still remember the stickiness of my thighs as I turned again for Robert displaying my naked body for him. Wearing only the stockings and heels I let him see all of me, every inch of my skin and when he rose from his seat and came to me I stifled a moan. He reached down and pushed my thighs apart, I gave no resistance. His hand then gently parted my labia and touched my wet soaking pussy. I felt ashamed at his knowledge of my excitement. He raised his pussy-dampened hand to his nose and inhaled, then smiled and held that hand to my face.

"Taste the wonder of your sex Suzanne. See how easily I have given you what you seek."

I leaned forward and licked my own pussy juice from his hand and knew, just knew he was going to take me right there and then. When he told me to dress that it was time to go home I almost cried, but I was already starting so see the benefits of obeying him.

"I want you back here next week, call me and tell me the day."

As he ushered me out of his house I felt like a cheap slut and believe it or not I liked the feeling. The next day I called Robert and said I was free Tuesday thru Thursday as my husband would be away. I told him I could come to him any time on those days.

On Tuesday morning I received my first package from Robert along with instructions and a time.

I took the package to my room and carefully examined the contents. I was to be at Robert's by two PM and to wear the clothing in the box, nothing more nothing less. I held out the dress Robert had sent or me to wear. It was a simple shift, but elegant too. Thin straps would hold it in place and the hem would come between my knees and hips. It was my favorite color, red and the garter belt matched. The heels were black and much higher then I was used to, probably a five-inch lift to them. There was no bra, but I don't usually need one, except this shift would cling to me and my nipples would most certainly be on display. I looked at the clock and needed to get moving if I was to be on time and looking good for Robert.

I had to get used to the height before I could leave and even after all the practice I still stumbled a bit entering Robert's lobby giving the doorman the impression that I'd drank my lunch. I was pleased to be there so I didn't even care what I looked like. Even the stares of men as I walked down the street, knowing they were focusing on my breasts and ass and how well they were displayed by this clinging dress. I knocked at Roberts door at 2 PM, on time.

"You must be Suzanne. Come on in Robert is anxious for you to arrive. My name is Ella."

I did not expect to see a much younger woman, blonde to my auburn, short to my tall, big breasted to my well you know. In fact seeing another woman here at all shocked me and made me wonder but I followed her, because by then I wanted Robert in the worst way. I dressed in clothes he chose, I'd striped for him and I hoped to finally have him inside me today. But this other woman, Ella, she was very attractive and so well built like most of those smaller women.

We entered the room where I'd stripped for Robert while he only watched and I felt myself color at the memory. I could also feel a dampening in my panties confirming that this whole situation was one I really wanted. I almost missed the implication of what Robert was saying to Ella.

"Yes this is Suzanne and she is new. I have decided to see how the two of you get on. Now go and give our guest a proper welcome Ella."

A proper welcome, as Robert put it, was a lip-to-lip hard deep soul touching kiss that confirmed my panties would need a good cleaning. I pushed her back and was about to protest when Robert said.

"Suzanne, Ella is a gift for you. We both know how you enjoy the soft touch of another woman. Do not be ashamed. I think two women enjoying one another, is a gift from god, now enjoy Ella. Ella, show Suzanne how loving you are."

I stood frozen this was not on my list of what I wanted today. Ella was now kissing me and working on the mechanism that kept this shift on and before I had a chance to snap out of it and do something her lips were locked on my nipple and I was putty in her hands. I heard someone moaning as Ella used her hand on my other breast as her mouth sucked and bit at my nipple, then her other hand found my wet panties and ripped them from me, tearing the lacey material and leaving my pussy naked. Her fingers pushed my legs far enough apart to find the entrance to my sex and when she started diddling with it I caught fire. I wanted this woman and I began to use my own lips and hands on her. Eventually we were two naked women writhing in each other's embrace, our faces glued to the others pussy, our tongues stretching and searching deep inside our pussies. I came quickly to Ella's manipulations and felt her responding soon after. But we didn't stop, we were savagely eating and kissing each other, using our hands to pinch and twist what we could reach.

I was on my back looking up into her wet swollen pussy just about to pierce her entrance with my tongue once again when I saw a pair of hair legs and then a hard cock entering my line of vision. I watched as that cock speared the pussy I was about to eat and I realized that Robert was fucking Ella. If Ella had not been feasting on my own cunt at the time, the disappointment of not being the recipient of Robert's beautiful cock might have put me in tears. But Ella was bringing me to orgasm after orgasm and so I sat fascinated watching Robert's cock fill Ella's pussy. I've never really watched like this before, only in some pornographic movies Tim and I watched years ago.