Chapter 1

Barbara was living a fairy tale life.

She was married to her childhood sweetheart. They met in eighth grade and dated all through high school where she was the head cheerleader, Homecoming and Prom Queen alongside his “King”.

She was President of the Student Council and he was Class Valedictorian.

When he received a full athletic scholarship to the University of his choice, she used her academic one to follow him there.

He was sought after by every influential fraternity on campus and once he pledged, she immediately did the same at their sister sorority.

He was kept busy with his full academic schedule and collegiate football career.

She of course tried out for the cheerleading squad and made the first cut. She also kept herself busy with various social groups and committees on top of making high honors in almost every class she took.

They were married after 4 years of college. While not virgins on their wedding night, neither of them had ever been intimate with anyone else.

Kenneth started working as a part time intern at his father’s law firm while continuing to go to school full time to study for his Master’s in Corporate Law.

She took a full time position doing social work while attending night school to get her degrees in Psychology and Juvenile Law. She wanted to work with “at risk” teens.

Everything was perfect in their life until she found that book.

There was a series of books she had heard about. It was about some naïve college girl who gets involved with a billionaire who was into some pretty kinky stuff.

Someone had left a copy of the first volume in the break room at school.

She had heard of them but had never had any interest in that sort of thing but now that she had a copy in her hands she was curious to see what all the hoopla was all about.

She started thumbing through it, stopping in random places to read a sentence or two before moving on.

Not much was happening at first but by time she got past the first half, she was reading things she had never heard of before. Did people really do these things? Would any woman really, willingly submit herself to such acts?

She jammed the book down inside her backpack. She wanted to read more, she just didn’t want anyone to see her reading it and think she was into that sort of thing.

That night, she showed it to Kenneth and started reading it. Soon she got tired of stopping to tell him what she had just read so she went back to the beginning and started reading it to him as they lay in bed.

Over the course of the week, they took turns reading to each other. Often stopping to comment on how over the top it all seemed, or how poorly written the book was and how unlikeable the characters were.

Barbara noticed though that his lovemaking became more intense and once or twice she found herself with her hands being held above her head while he forcibly drove himself into her.

She had to admit to herself that she kind of liked it.

They finally had to admit that they were turned on by what they were reading but when they got to the parts involving spanking and other sorts of physical pain, they realized they were not ready for those kinds of activities.

Blindfolds and letting him hold her down were one thing. Handcuffs, paddles and anal toys were a completely different matter.

After finishing the book Kenneth started doing a little research on “adult” reading material that was a little less extreme. He found a website that was full of reader submitted stories. They were broken down by genre and covered everything from sex with aliens to sex with transgendered people.

They spent many a night laying in bed reading naughty stories to each other, skipping over the categories they knew they wouldn’t enjoy like incest or the more extreme BDSM stories.

They found themselves returning again and again to one particular area. Exhibitionism and voyeurism.

Sometimes they would pretend they were the people in the story and Barbara would dress a little provocative around the house or flash him a glimpse of her admittedly modest panties or bra.

She soon made a trip to the mall and upgraded her wardrobe. Bras, panties, camisoles, (she almost talked herself into a bustier), garter and hose. She even bought some slinky lounging around the house type of outfits.

She went home, showered and picked out the naughtiest thing she could find. It was emerald green panties and a matching camisole with a plunging neckline.

She wasn’t very busty so she could get away with a very deep V and not worry about showing “too much”. Not that it mattered how much she showed. The only person who would ever see it was her husband.

When she heard the car in the driveway she rushed downstairs and stood by the door waiting to surprise him. As soon as she heard his footsteps on the front porch, she threw open the door and yelled “Surprise!” only to find herself face to face with a young guy from a courier service, standing there looking shocked to see a young, attractive woman wearing very little, just a couple of feet in front of him.

“Oh!” she cried. “I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else.”

He was grinning from ear to ear when he said “No need to apologize Ma’am. I’m sure that whoever “Someone Else” is, he’ll enjoy the surprise too.”

She signed for the package and closed the door, mortified that it hadn’t even occurred to her to cover up until after he had gone.

By time Kenneth arrived home she had changed back into a tank top and sweat pants. She wanted to tell him what happened but didn’t want to be wearing the outfit when she told him about it. She thought for sure, he’d be upset that some stranger had seen her like that.

Just the opposite was true though. After she told him the story, he said he was sorry he missed seeing her in her new outfit and begged her to put it back on. He said he would go back outside and wait on the porch and when she was ready, she could come recreate the surprise for him.

He went outside and in about 10 minutes he heard her unlock the door and it just enough to peek out and ask if he was ready, when he said yes, she slowly opened the door until he could see all of her standing there.

He said that wasn’t how she described it when she told it so she had to do it right.

She closed the door, counted to five and flung the door open, jumped out and yelled “surprise!”.

She tried to pull him inside but he resisted and told her that she had to sign for the package. He made a bit of a production pretending to find a pen in his jacket pocket while she stood there, embarrassed on the front porch in her intimate apparel. Finally he handed her a pretend pen and she pretended to sign his pretend sheet.

They went back inside and he chased her up the stairs to their bedroom where they had the hottest sex since their honeymoon.

After cleaning up, Kenneth told her to put the outfit back on and meet him downstairs.

When she came to the bottom of the stairs, he was standing there holding her trench coat style raincoat open.

He told her to turn around and he put it on her.

She asked him what he was up to and he told her “Just trust me.”