Wife give her husband a night of her bondage for his birthday. But, she will never really know what happened that night.
Size: 11 KB (2,275 words)
Genre: Erotica
Sex Contents: Much Sex
Tags: Ma/Fa, Consensual, BDSM, MaleDom, Light Bond, Spanking, Anal Sex
Review by Celeste [other reviews by Celeste]
Reviewed:
I guessed the plot of this one! Or at least I think I did. At the end of the story, neither I nor the narrator can say for sure exactly what happened. The female narrator (who has led a pretty straight sex life) decides to let her husband (who has spoken favorably about bondage) do anything she wants to her on his birthday. Since she is embarrassed to bring the topic up to him, she conveys this message to him in a letter, which she types at the office and gives to her secretary to mail; and subsequently she receives a typed reply from him, giving her detailed instructions. "Aha!" says I. "The secretary may have never mailed the letter at all. She may have read it herself and written her own reply. I should be a rocket scientist! The secretary is going to have her way with the boss!" Well, maybe. The woman follows the instructions, and mysterious but sexy things happen to her at the designated time and place. But the husband never brings it up again, and their sex lives remain status quo. So, was it really somebody else - perhaps even a group of ribald fun lovers known only to the secretary? Or was it really the husband who fucked her brains out? Is he playing dumb to make it more fun?
What's really great about this story is that even though I read it from the perspective that I thought I had figured out the secret, it's really impossible to tell what actually happened. This impossibility arises not because the story is written in a confusing manner (as is the case with many stories), but because Deirdre has written the details in such a way as to support either theory. This is a very clever and sexy story.
Incidentally, as you may recall, I have a theory that Deirdre is really Sherwood Anderson reincarnated in the body of a late 20th century smut writer (perhaps as either a reward or punishment for what he did to the people of Clyde, Ohio). One of my readers has suggested that he sees more O. Henry than Sherwood Anderson in Deirdre's stories. However, this reader's suggestion that I am wrong is misguided. I'll stand by my Sherwood Anderson theory, but I'll admit that there is a distinct possibility of O. Henry's influence - perhaps in Deirdre's maternal ancestry. This story exemplifies that influence.
