Rhovan
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Constance
I watched the young valet drive my car away and wondered how long this would take. I intended to win this time, had made up my mind to do so from the moment the challenge had been made. To this end I had taken the afternoon off and spent it at Marie’s. I had been pampered and pummelled, made over and was dressed to kill, anything to put my opponent off his game.
I had gone for a late sixties look, my shoulder length hair was pulled up, spun and rolled into shape, held in place with one well placed pin. Soft curls fell across my forehead and down each side of my face. My make up was flawless; it complimented my pale ice chip blue eyes to perfection. The red of my lipstick made my full lips fuller and softer, the bow even more alluring. I licked them and smiled, time to begin.
I eased my grey wrap up my right shoulder and walked up the stone steps towards the door of the Blue house on the Corner. Each step made the garter belt I was wearing stretch slightly, the red lace rasping softly against the skin of my upper thighs as the stockings moved just a fraction down my long legs. I chuckled inside and wondered for a second if the lace tops of the sheer stockings were visible as I walked? I knew they would be when I sat down, another weapon in my armoury for the match ahead. It went with the short, off the shoulder, grey and black silk dress, with the faint water pattern, which flowed across my well made form as I moved into the lobby.
“Good evening Constance.” Peter, the owner said as he moved to greet me, “as always a delight to see you.”
“Thank you Peter,” I held out my hand, Peter raised it to his lips, turned it palm up and planted a soft dry kiss in the centre. A kiss full of invitation, one I sadly declined with a small shake of the head. “Pity…. Next time” he said under his breath, then continued as he tucked my arm in his and escorted me to the large curving staircase. “The room is ready, all is there as requested. You will not be needing a referee?” Again I shook my head.
We reached the door of the assigned room and Peter opened it with a bow; allowing me to enter first. I walked into the room noting each item. The large bed, the scarlet silk sheets turned down ready was half hidden in the shadows. A table laid with refreshments, small bite sized temptations prepared by Peter’s chef and one wine cooler containing the best from Peter’s cellar lay close to two glasses.
All this paled before what lay under the harsh glare of one single light. One table, two chairs, two pens and a wad of plain paper.
“All in order Constance?” Peter asked.
“Yes thank you Peter.” I replied and gave him a smile, he returned it and left. I was alone, but not for long.
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Richard
I pulled into the parking lot of the blue house. Shutting the expensive sedan off, and climbing out of the car I stood, straighting out my suit pants. A brush here, and a tug there and the pants hung straight, with crisp creases on the front and back. The suit was expensive, well made and italian. Classic black, and lacking some of the extra frills such as a tie or a cummerbun.
My movements were cocky, a definate strut to my movements. I had won the last three times in a row, and I intended on winning yet again. It was a source of pride, the proveribal notched belt so to speak. Or perhaps a notched headboard? My hand passed through my close cut, blonde hair, just enough for my wife to put her fingers thought. If she could only see me now! A smirk on my lips, and a glint in my eyes I headed for the door of the building.
My entrance was as brash and cocky as my swagger, moving into the lobby. My eyes raked across everything in the room, viewing it, catalouging it, and discarding it. I was used to swanky digs like this this. Hell, I had a swanky dig like this. So rich me and the wife couldn't spend it all. So I spent some of it on little dalliances like this. Little 'visits' to take my mind off the rigors of my day.
Peter moved into the room, approaching me with nearly as much swagger as I had myself. Only Peter was contained, and his arrogance was muted. He didn't grate on others as much as I did.
"Good evening Richard, your lady friend is here already for you." A huge smile and a raise of my eyebrows was the only signal I gave that I had even heard Peter's voice.
"Ahhh...perfect! Our usual room Peter?" I asked, moving towards the room already.
"Yes Richard..." Peter sighed. He watched me walk away, and he moved back to where he started at. I was too busy making my way to the room. The room with the most beautiful woman I had ever met. If only my wife could see me now!
My knuckles struck the door in the same bold and brash way that my attitude has struck Peter. Then, as I was not the most patient of souls, I opened the door, stepped in and shut it. A flick of my wrist and the bolt slid home, sealing myself and the woman in with me, for our night of pleasure together.
My eyes dragged across the room, the red covered bed, the table with the little treats, the single wine cooler. My hand moved to my inside jacket pocket, and pulled out two straws, which went immediatly into the wine cooler. Picking it up, I moved to the table. A simple white table, circular, with two comfy chairs to either side of it. A single bare bulb swinging back and forth over the table as if it were an interogation room. I smiled.
"I see the items are prepaired, and as always, you can go first Constance." Placing the wine cooler on the table, a straw bent towards the two chairs I hold out my right hand. "Stand...let me see you in all of your glory."
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Constance
Richard entered the room as he always did, taking possession of it and discarding half of what it contained as not either interesting or useful. He was a handsome man, and knew it; his arrogance was part of what made him successful at what he did, what made him attractive to women, only this woman wasn’t so easily swayed.
I too was good at my job, I too had my goals and one of them was to win this game and reap my just rewards. Richard had had things his way far too long. It was time. Tonight Richard would be on his knees before me crying uncle, among other things. My tongue ran over my top lip at the thought of it and I noticed Richard’s smirk as he noticed it, damn him I cursed under my breath.
He bolted the door and walked across to the wine cooler, placing two straws into it. Then he carried the cooler across to the table where I sat. He held out his right hand and said. “Stand…. Let me see you in all your glory.”
My eyes narrowed at his blatant command and I answered. “I prefer to sit thank you.” As I spoke I shifted slightly to the left in my chair and crossed my legs, right over left feeling the silk stockings slide one over the other like a lover’s touch. I also noticed Richard’s left eyebrow shoot up and his eyes run from my right ankle to small trim of exposed red lace which held the stockings in place on my thigh. My dress as I had planned had ridden up just enough.
“Now…” I reached out and let my hand hover over the two straws. “Let me see if I can cut you down to size tonight sir…” I took out a straw and pouted. Richard laughed and sat opposite me, removing the other straw.
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Richard
"She refused my command,' I thought. "She is going to play it like this is she...as if she doesn't already know that she has lost. As soon as she accepted the challenge she was lost." I thought. Her reply to my command was icy, but not so much as to make me think she had lost interest. Lost interest in me? Ha! Not likely!
“I prefer to sit thank you.”
I smirked again, blowing a little kiss across the room. Then she did it. She played her first dirty trick of the night, and it was a dirty one. She crossed her legs, tight at the knee and her skirt rose just a fraction of an inch. Just enough that I could see the tops of her stockings and the straps to her garter. "Damn!" I cursed silently, she was going to try and trip me up with her wiley charms! But I would have none of that! My eyebrow starts to climb my forehead, apprently seeking safe harbour in my hair line as my eyes were forcefully drawn to her beautiful leg. The danity ankle, up the swell of her calf and then over her knee to the lushciousness of her thighs, wrapped in the lace and silk of her stockings.
"Damn!" My mind screamed again, the invective being my only call to power against her legs, that went on for miles and miles. It was like she could wrap them around you...twice. I grinned, the thought being devilishly enough for me to focus my thoughts on what could be gained from the night. Sevitude usually didn't come so easy, but for Richard, it was just par for the course.
“Now… Let me see if I can cut you down to size tonight sir…”
My eyes locked onto the pout of her red, full, and very talented lips. That smirk growing to a grin, as my boasting started already. "You have never been very good at drawing straws, have you Constance?" I placed the bottle to the side of the table and picked up a pen, centering and neatly stacking the pile of papers on the table.
"I go first...again...I wonder what I shall have you do tonight, when you loose.." My face takes on a far away look for a moment, and then, with an shake, I was back, in the here and now, ready to show her what it was like to loose, four times in a row.
My hand marks the board out on the paper in neat, swift marks. And down goes the first mark. Dead center of the board. Followed by that customary smirk again.
"Ready to loose? Standard rules, three of five, each lost game costs you an item of my choice, and vice versa," I offer up my hand, to shake on the deal, as was now the tradition. Offer up the hand shake that had delt the death knell to so many hopeful business men, and so far, had been the only preamble to a string of defeats for Constance.
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Constance
"You have never been very good at drawing straws, have you Constance?"
I resisted the urge to drum my fingers on the table at his remark; he was beyond “cocky” to night. He removed the bottle and set it casually aside. Then Richard picked up a pen and centred the paper, he was on the starting blocks already, mentally charging ahead, but I intended to trip him as many times as I could. I remembered my mother’s words; “even in business a man can be put off his stroke by taking what he has below his belt in hand.” And I intended this night to have Richard in my hand.
"I go first...again...I wonder what I shall have you do tonight, when you loose...”
Richard’s remarks bring me out of my revere and as I look at him I see I am not the only one lost in their thoughts, but he mentally shakes himself and is back, his mind on the game. He draws out the board and places his mark. X marks the spot. He smirks again, in his mind he believes he has already won, he has a lot to learn this night. The smirk widens, reminding me that three times previous I had lost. By a whisker and last time I swear he cheated, swapped papers, while I was distracted for a moment.
"Ready to loose? Standard rules, three of five, each lost game costs you an item of my choice, and vice versa,"
He offers his hand to me to shake, a done deal, he the winner, I the loser, not to night Richard, not to night. I take his hand in mine, noting how his swamps mine. As his fingers close I feel the calluses on the heel of his thumb and across the base of his fingers, slightly raised ridges of flesh, from the use of the foil. He will have to be well on his guard with me tonight. He will lunge and thrust, but when I wish. His hand is warm and dry and a delicious shudder runs up my arm, as my body remembers his touch. Down girl I mutter under my breath, keep your mind on the game for now.
Richard leans back in his chair, clicking the top of his pen, waiting for me to make my move. I pick up my pen, he leans forward. I put it down again and stand. Richard frowns. I walk slowly over to the table set with the food. I don’t look back, but I know he is marking the swing of my hips. I pick up the two glasses and a bowl of strawberries and return at the same leisurely pace to the table.
“A drink first, Richard?” I ask as I set down the strawberries, picking one up and slowly biting it. Richard reaches out and takes the wine, carefully removing the wire, then easing the cork out. It fires off into the dark recesses of the room as the contents hiss and bubble, a small stream snakes its way out to be caught deftly by Richard in a glass. He hands me the glass. I smile; take a sip, then another bite of the strawberry, the taste of one bringing out the flavour of the other on my tongue.
Richard leans back in his chair, drinking his wine , his eyes laughing at me. I place my glass down, pick up my pen and make my mark. One neat circle on the centre line to the right of Richard’s X.
“Now I wonder, which item shall I chose when I win.” I say.
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Richard
Offering my hand to Constance, she took it as I knew she would. Her long and elegant fingers resting in my palm, with her well maintained and manicured nails. Not fake nails mind, but real nails -- just like I liked em! And such talent that resided in her fingers...oh I could loose myself in the feelings, and I have on many a night.
If only my wife could hear what I was thinking now! But she couldn't...
Not only were her nails well kept, but so were her hands, softer than the skin of a baby's rump, and yet not opposed to the thought of hard labour. Constance was one of a kind, and her husband was a lucky man.
As it was now her turn to mark the board, I lean back in my chair, the picture of relaxation. Feet crossed at the ankles, both hands grasped together and behind my head and my long lean body stretched out into a line. The pen in my hand starts to click behind my head. Why? Because it raised Constance's ire, and anything to put her off of her game was needed. She was a devilish tic-tac-toe player, no matter what I said to the contrary. And we usually ended the night with a 3-2 score, just edging ahead at the end to win. Because I am a winner.
"She's toying with me," I think as she raises her pen, then sets it back down and gets up. Watching her walk by, I can't help but openly admire her form. I'd know Constance for years, but we'd only been playing this game as of recently. No matter how many times I lay with Constance, I am always amazed that she is both willing at the moment, and apprently willing again in the future. But why shouldn't she be? I am Richard! I deserve a woman like Constance! Right?
Watching the play of her dress over the silk of the stockings, covering the little flash of red from my sight. I suddenly ached to leap up and press myself close to Constance, but not yet. We had just started. It was still strictly competition now. But once I win the first match, and claim one of her garments for myself...then I would show my appreciation. But now I am just irked by the delay, as she retreives some strawberries and a bottle of wine.
“A drink first, Richard?”
"What ever you need to fortify your resolve, Constance," I said with a sweet grin. No matter how cocky or brash I acted, Constance knew where she stood. She was the greatest woman in my life, which was a considerable feat.
If my wife could hear my thoughts now!
Picking up the bottle of wine, I strip the foil from the top, then carefully and quickly pull the wire cage off of the cork and neck of the bottle. Grasping the bottle firmly and rocking the cork with thumb and forefinger, a loud 'pop' fires the cork across the room to land somewhere out of sight. But I wasn't concerned with the cork, I was concerned with the slight over flow which was poured into both of the glasses and the slightly smoking bottle was set down.
Offering one glass to Constance, and keeping the other for me, I watch her smile, sip and then munch contentedly on the strawberry. She wanted to take it slow, so I would too, leaning back in my chair in my previous pose, stretched out in a long line but with the clicking pen in one hand and the glass of wine in the other.
She considered, and finally made a circle on the right of the center line. As she leaned back, I immediatly leaned in, scratching an X into the lower left corner. I leaned back, and grinned at Constance. She had lost already, and she didn't even know it.
“Now I wonder, which item shall I chose when I win?”
"Well, once I win this match, I shall claim that which I always claim first..." A glint in my eye, we both knew what she was talking about. In theory the garter and the stockings were items that could be removed, but they always remained. Even if they spent the whole night in the room, those two items always remained.
Who am I to deny tradition?
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Constance
"Well, once I win this match, I shall claim that which I always claim first..." As he spoke Richard again leant back lacing his fingers behind his head, his eyes becoming hooded, half closed, the smile on his face becoming wicked.
It was a look I knew as well as his wife did. Richard and I had known each other a long time, worked and played hard together, but these nights were the most annoying and exciting we have ever spent. He challenged me on all levels. This was a game of one-upmanship, wrong footing and pleasure all rolled into one.
It was something no woman could resist. To be the centre of one man’s attention for one whole night, everything you did and said, examined, noted and taken pleasure in. And when that man one as successful and as handsome as Richard, willing to put everything aside for one night with you. It did the ego good, not that I let Richard know, it wouldn’t do for him to know everything about me. I must play this cool and calmly.
For a second my thoughts went to my husband, I knew his day would have been long, hard, but I would be going back to him, once this night is ended. But this night was for me, Richard and the game.
And it had only just begun, in deed it had. I licked my lips and made a show of looking at the paper, leaning forward so the slashed neckline of my off the shoulder dress gaped just a little. I knew what was going through Richard’s mind, bra or no bra, if no bra, then he might have to order the removal of the garters and stockings if I were unlucky to lose all five matches, which I had no intention in doing. I was determined to win tonight and have him standing naked as the day he was born, save for his socks.
I knew that would make him miffed, to say the least. As my husband said “Trying to make love to a woman with your socks on is worse than her wearing a hat.”
"I have no need to fortify my resolve, Richard, it is strong, just like my libido, how is yours by the way?” As I spoke I marked the paper quickly, placing a “O” in the top right hand square
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Richard
"Ohh...she is good. She's good." I thought, as she leaned forward over the paper, as if a game of tic-tac-toe was that difficult. Just a hint of a gaze down the front of her dress, to the pale valley between Constance's breasts. A grin, very similar to the look a wolf would have when he got into the chicken coup, crossed my face. She talked a good talk, and she played a good game. Just not the game of tic-tac-toe.
"I have no need to fortify my resolve, Richard, it is strong, just like my libido, how is yours by the way?”
I laughed, it was soft and throaty. It wasn't ment to be condisending or annoying, but it was deep heartfelt humor.
"Oh my. How strong is my libido?" I was incredilious, but my thoughts ran right where she wanted them too. "I'm here with her, and when I'm done spending the night with her, I'll go home to give the ol' wife a little of Richy...and she's questioning my libido?!" Of course, my thoughts weren't expressed to Constance. She didn't need to know just how deep that quip struck me.
So instead I pull the sheet of paper to my side of the table, and make a mark in the bottom right corner of the board, blocking Constance's string of O's.
Actually, I would never block Constance an 'O,' but this is a game and I needs must win! Pushing the paper back across the table to Constance. "So...do you see your plight?"
It was the same voice I used in my business deals, the one that just reeked of 'ask nicely, and I'll use some lubricant before I fuck you.' Usually, it wasn't as literal a meaning as it was right now.
As I spoke I marked the paper quickly, placing a “X” in the bottom right hand square.
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Constance
Richard pulls the paper to him and makes his mark.
"So...do you see your plight?" Oh yes I saw it and I also saw the look of triumph on Richard's face. No matter where I placed my mark, Richard would, in his next move, gain a line. I had lost... or had I?
I slipped off my wrap and stood, walking round the table, letting my fingers walk softly over the surface, then onto Richard's arm. I feel the smooth fabric of his expensive suit, smelt the scent of his aftershave, not harsh or overpowering, a lingering scent that stays with you, like the memory of Richard does.
My fingers reach the nape of his neck and I feel him shudder slightly and I can't resist a small giggle. I know he is affected by me. I lean closer and whisper, "My go, and we both know you have me.. but how about a deal, you, on your next move.. throw the game. I could make it worth your while, you know I have a lot to offer."
I run my fingers through his hair and down onto his other shoulder, his head turns and watches me. As I return to my seat I begin to slip the shoulder off my dress, inching it down. The dress would come first I know it.
But... I could force the issue and take off something before the game is lost, totally throw Richard and win.
I place my right leg on the chair and slowly pull up my dress hem. My fingers go to my garter belt, Richard's expression is wonderful to see.
I think what he would do if his wife teased him so? I also laugh inside at what my husband, bless him, would be thinking now if he were in Richard's seat.
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Richard
I watched Constance move from her seat and around the table. I forced my face blank, impassive as her fingers trailed up my arm, across the back of my hand and up my elbow and upper arm until her hand rests on my neck. There does the blank face, as her nails brush the hair on my neck, my whole body shudders slightly.
Then she giggles, and my resolve is firmed once again. She brings her face forward, whispering into my ear, but I feel a little embarrassed, and so I use my feeling of shame to force the desire from my voice.
"My go, and we both know you have me.. but how about a deal, you, on your next move.. throw the game. I could make it worth your while, you know I have a lot to offer."
Then, her fingers pass through my hair as she completes her circle around me, dragging her fingers down my left arm as she goes back to her seat. Slowly moving her shoulders from her dress. Then she places her right foot into the chair, bringing up the hem of her dress as her fingers move to her garter belt. But I wasn't watching anymore, I was moving.
Standing up close behind Constance, so my chest was pressed tight to her back, my hands in turn starting at her shoulders and down her arms until I reach her wrists, were I pull her hands up and away from her garter belt. My face is bent down, close to her neck, breathing warm puffs of air across her skin and behind her ear.
"Oh no...the garter belt stays on tonight...that is why I have to win all three. If I let you make this a tie, then we both loose an item and where would I be then?"
My hands are now sliding across her stomach, feeling her muscles twitch slightly under my hands as I pulled her back from the chair so she stands straight in front of me. My hands bring her dress back to her shoulder, so she is once again wearing it properly, but then my hands grip the material of the dress slightly, slowly dragging it up her body, over her thighs, and past her rump, until the dress is more a shirt, exposing Constance from the waist down.
"As the winner of game one...I claim your panties Constance..." My hands move from the bunched up dress, my breath still hot on her neck as I grasp the waist band of the tiny garment, then stretching the elastic a bit, I skin it down her legs, over the garter and stocking and to her feet. One foot, than the other steps out and I've her panties in my hand. I lay them on the table for a moment and stand behind Constance again, placing a series of small, chaste kisses on her neck and expose shoulder as I adjust her dress to fall correctly again.
"Shall we move to game two?" I ask, as I move back to my seat, Constance's panties firmly in hand.
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Constance
As my fingers touched my garter belt I glanced at Richard. damn him he was on his feet, I was torn between annoyance and laughing out loud as he approached me. He came and stood behind me, sliding his hands down my arms and removing my hands from the garter. I could feel the thud of his heart against my back, feel its tempo increase as he pressed close to me to say:
"Oh no...the garter belt stays on tonight...that is why I have to win all three. If I let you make this a tie, then we both loose an item and where would I be"
His hands then slid across my stomach and pulled me upright. Richard then arranges the shoulder of my dress and for a second I wonder what next. I don’t have long to wait, I hear his breathing increase against my neck, making me tingle, as his fingers inch my dress up over my hips.
"As the winner of game one...I claim your panties Constance..."
As Richard speaks he hooks his fingers into my panties and gently slips them down. I oblige him and step out of them. For a second he crushes the small lace garment in his hand and I wonder if he can feel that they are damp? He disregards them on the table, placing a row of soft kisses on my neck as he rearranges my dress again, smoothing the creases out of the silk with the lightest of touches.
I feel my stomach tighten and a deep fluttering begins in my stomach. I can feel the cool room air against my sex and it heightens my awareness that I am close to a man that knows the curves and folds he has exposed, as well as my husband.
"Shall we move to game two?" Richard says as he moves back to his seat picking up my panties on the way. He sits rubbing the fabric in his fingers, smiling and twitching his eyebrows at me, telling me in the gesture he knows they are very, very damp and he finds it most amusing. damn him I mutter and reach out for the paper and pen marking out the next grid and placing my “O” down in the centre with such force it rips the paper.
“I want your trousers, you…” I nearly say the word bastard, “I want to see if the beast is as asleep as you pretend it to be.”
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Richard
Leaning back in my chair, again in my pose of relaxation. Legs stretched and crossed, right hand resting on the table this time, left hand holding the small bit of frabric that until recently had held tight to Constance's intimate parts. The cloth was damp, near to wet, and the smell as it was manipulated between my fingers was delicious. If the smell could be bottled, I would spend my every dime on it.
But then Constance grabs up a fresh piece of paper, slapping it down on the table and half tearing, half drawing a circle in the center of the paper.
“I want your trousers, you…I want to see if the beast is as asleep as you pretend it to be.”
A huge smile crossing my face at her obvious frustration. But in response to her frustration, I exhibited patience and calm. Crushing the panties in my hand and then lifting them to my face, my eyes closing and inhaling deeply, before removing the panties from my face and slipping them into an inside pocket of my jacket.
"You want my trousers do you? Well, don't think they will come off easily...unless you wish to concede the night to me, and give yourself over to my power. But...you'd never do that, would you my dear Constance?"
Leaning forward slowly in the seat, my hands find the pen and the paper. Smoothing out the tear as best as could be done, I lightly draw my X in the lower left hand corner. Then reaching for the bottle of wine, refilling the glasses and holding one out to Constance.
"How is your fortitude now my dear Constance?"
Said in a tone that rivaled the genuine admiration and attraction that I held for my wife. I would be hard pressed to say which one I loved more, as I loved them for different reasons.
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Constance
I watch Richard crushing my panties in his hand and then lifting them to his face, his eyes closing as he inhales deeply, before removing the panties from his face and slipping them into an inside pocket of his jacket.
"You want my trousers do you? Well, don't think they will come off easily...unless you wish to concede the night to me, and give yourself over to my power. But...you'd never do that, would you my dear Constance?"
"Never, you know that Richard, or you should do by now, in the end you will only get what I allow you to have. You see, even when you win, I do... " I say and think that if he said such to his wife, she might be tempted to spike his dinner with something, like too much chilli pepper.
He leans forward slowly in the seat, his hands find the pen and the paper. Richard smooths out the tear as best as could be done and lightly draws an X in the lower left hand corner. Then he reaches for the bottle of wine, refilling the glasses and holding one out to me. I take it and nod my thanks.
"How is your fortitude now my dear Constance?" My eyebrows go up and the wine hits the back of my thoat, making me splutter a little.
"My fortitude? Why Richard, it wasn't I who fell asleep first last time.." I tease and pick up my pen. I then sit back in my chair and cross my legs, hitching my dress up as I do. I am sure Richard's view is very "a la Sharron Stone" something desired, half revealed. I click the pen once, twice, then un cross my legs and lean forward and mark the paper. I place a "O" over his X saying "See I am on top of you now."
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Richard
"Never, you know that Richard, or you should do by now, in the end you will only get what I allow you to have. You see, even when you win, I do... "
"Ahhh...so you say Constance. But if I win, you'd allow me to do anything to you...or have you do anything for me. You know it...it's so much more free than with your husband...he'd never ask her to do such things," I said, while thinking "And I'd never ask my wife either..."
A huge grin graces my lips as I watch Constance choke slightly on the wine. I had clearly gotten to the poor woman. But for some reason she thought she could win at tic-tac-toe. Perhaps next time we shoule pick a different game, one she might actually win at, instead of just believe she will win.
"My fortitude? Why Richard, it wasn't I who fell asleep first last time.."
Blushing a little bit at her words, the damned woman would never let me forget that! It had been a long day, but she didn't care. But I was quickly brought back to the task at hand, as Constance crossed her legs, giving a fleeting glance at her hidden charm. A slight cough to clear my throat, as Constance knew what that did to me. Even more so when she was somewhere like a resturant and with her husband. The mere thought causing me to shudder slightly.
"See I am on top of you now."
A smile on my lips, I lean forward to the table, gently pulling the pen from Constance's hand but not taking my hand off of hers. Then drawing my X in the center on the far right.
"That will not be the last time you are on top of me tonight Constance. Oh no, it will not be." Then slipping the pen back into her hand, I lean back, to remove her panties from my pocket and smell deeply of them again, my eyes locked on her, the lust nearly steaming off of my body.
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Constance
Ahhh...so you say Constance. But if I win, you'd allow me to do anything to you...or have you do anything for me. You know it...it's so much more free than with your husband
I think on Richard's words as he takes the pen from my hand and lightly marks the paper. I know he has been affected by my little display, his hand shakes just a fraction, the electricity of shared passion jumps from his skin to mine and I feel my nipples harden.
I watch him mark the paper and listen to him say "That will not be the last time you are on top of me tonight Constance. Oh no, it will not be." as he places the pen back in my hand. This time it is he, who has been hit by the sexual flash that arched between us. I can see it in his eyes as he again lifts my panites from his pocket smells them deeply.
I blow him a kiss and mark my "O" below my first one in the centre.
All this tension is making me hungry. I get up and walk to the table picking at this and that.
"Hungry Richard? " I ask.." Or did you eat at home before you came?" I know he did not, he must of showered and changed at his office, perks of being the powerful, the one on high, his office was more of a penthouse suite, I knew I had been their both for business and pleasure.
I take a plate of goodies back to my seat and place them on the table. "Now surrender Richard, it will be a draw, get those trousers down. In fact surrender completely and go to the bed..." I burst out laughing.
I watched the young valet drive my car away and wondered how long this would take. I intended to win this time, had made up my mind to do so from the moment the challenge had been made. To this end I had taken the afternoon off and spent it at Marie’s. I had been pampered and pummelled, made over and was dressed to kill, anything to put my opponent off his game.
I had gone for a late sixties look, my shoulder length hair was pulled up, spun and rolled into shape, held in place with one well placed pin. Soft curls fell across my forehead and down each side of my face. My make up was flawless; it complimented my pale ice chip blue eyes to perfection. The red of my lipstick made my full lips fuller and softer, the bow even more alluring. I licked them and smiled, time to begin.
I eased my grey wrap up my right shoulder and walked up the stone steps towards the door of the Blue house on the Corner. Each step made the garter belt I was wearing stretch slightly, the red lace rasping softly against the skin of my upper thighs as the stockings moved just a fraction down my long legs. I chuckled inside and wondered for a second if the lace tops of the sheer stockings were visible as I walked? I knew they would be when I sat down, another weapon in my armoury for the match ahead. It went with the short, off the shoulder, grey and black silk dress, with the faint water pattern, which flowed across my well made form as I moved into the lobby.
“Good evening Constance.” Peter, the owner said as he moved to greet me, “as always a delight to see you.”
“Thank you Peter,” I held out my hand, Peter raised it to his lips, turned it palm up and planted a soft dry kiss in the centre. A kiss full of invitation, one I sadly declined with a small shake of the head. “Pity…. Next time” he said under his breath, then continued as he tucked my arm in his and escorted me to the large curving staircase. “The room is ready, all is there as requested. You will not be needing a referee?” Again I shook my head.
We reached the door of the assigned room and Peter opened it with a bow; allowing me to enter first. I walked into the room noting each item. The large bed, the scarlet silk sheets turned down ready was half hidden in the shadows. A table laid with refreshments, small bite sized temptations prepared by Peter’s chef and one wine cooler containing the best from Peter’s cellar lay close to two glasses.
All this paled before what lay under the harsh glare of one single light. One table, two chairs, two pens and a wad of plain paper.
“All in order Constance?” Peter asked.
“Yes thank you Peter.” I replied and gave him a smile, he returned it and left. I was alone, but not for long.
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Richard
I pulled into the parking lot of the blue house. Shutting the expensive sedan off, and climbing out of the car I stood, straighting out my suit pants. A brush here, and a tug there and the pants hung straight, with crisp creases on the front and back. The suit was expensive, well made and italian. Classic black, and lacking some of the extra frills such as a tie or a cummerbun.
My movements were cocky, a definate strut to my movements. I had won the last three times in a row, and I intended on winning yet again. It was a source of pride, the proveribal notched belt so to speak. Or perhaps a notched headboard? My hand passed through my close cut, blonde hair, just enough for my wife to put her fingers thought. If she could only see me now! A smirk on my lips, and a glint in my eyes I headed for the door of the building.
My entrance was as brash and cocky as my swagger, moving into the lobby. My eyes raked across everything in the room, viewing it, catalouging it, and discarding it. I was used to swanky digs like this this. Hell, I had a swanky dig like this. So rich me and the wife couldn't spend it all. So I spent some of it on little dalliances like this. Little 'visits' to take my mind off the rigors of my day.
Peter moved into the room, approaching me with nearly as much swagger as I had myself. Only Peter was contained, and his arrogance was muted. He didn't grate on others as much as I did.
"Good evening Richard, your lady friend is here already for you." A huge smile and a raise of my eyebrows was the only signal I gave that I had even heard Peter's voice.
"Ahhh...perfect! Our usual room Peter?" I asked, moving towards the room already.
"Yes Richard..." Peter sighed. He watched me walk away, and he moved back to where he started at. I was too busy making my way to the room. The room with the most beautiful woman I had ever met. If only my wife could see me now!
My knuckles struck the door in the same bold and brash way that my attitude has struck Peter. Then, as I was not the most patient of souls, I opened the door, stepped in and shut it. A flick of my wrist and the bolt slid home, sealing myself and the woman in with me, for our night of pleasure together.
My eyes dragged across the room, the red covered bed, the table with the little treats, the single wine cooler. My hand moved to my inside jacket pocket, and pulled out two straws, which went immediatly into the wine cooler. Picking it up, I moved to the table. A simple white table, circular, with two comfy chairs to either side of it. A single bare bulb swinging back and forth over the table as if it were an interogation room. I smiled.
"I see the items are prepaired, and as always, you can go first Constance." Placing the wine cooler on the table, a straw bent towards the two chairs I hold out my right hand. "Stand...let me see you in all of your glory."
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Constance
Richard entered the room as he always did, taking possession of it and discarding half of what it contained as not either interesting or useful. He was a handsome man, and knew it; his arrogance was part of what made him successful at what he did, what made him attractive to women, only this woman wasn’t so easily swayed.
I too was good at my job, I too had my goals and one of them was to win this game and reap my just rewards. Richard had had things his way far too long. It was time. Tonight Richard would be on his knees before me crying uncle, among other things. My tongue ran over my top lip at the thought of it and I noticed Richard’s smirk as he noticed it, damn him I cursed under my breath.
He bolted the door and walked across to the wine cooler, placing two straws into it. Then he carried the cooler across to the table where I sat. He held out his right hand and said. “Stand…. Let me see you in all your glory.”
My eyes narrowed at his blatant command and I answered. “I prefer to sit thank you.” As I spoke I shifted slightly to the left in my chair and crossed my legs, right over left feeling the silk stockings slide one over the other like a lover’s touch. I also noticed Richard’s left eyebrow shoot up and his eyes run from my right ankle to small trim of exposed red lace which held the stockings in place on my thigh. My dress as I had planned had ridden up just enough.
“Now…” I reached out and let my hand hover over the two straws. “Let me see if I can cut you down to size tonight sir…” I took out a straw and pouted. Richard laughed and sat opposite me, removing the other straw.
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Richard
"She refused my command,' I thought. "She is going to play it like this is she...as if she doesn't already know that she has lost. As soon as she accepted the challenge she was lost." I thought. Her reply to my command was icy, but not so much as to make me think she had lost interest. Lost interest in me? Ha! Not likely!
“I prefer to sit thank you.”
I smirked again, blowing a little kiss across the room. Then she did it. She played her first dirty trick of the night, and it was a dirty one. She crossed her legs, tight at the knee and her skirt rose just a fraction of an inch. Just enough that I could see the tops of her stockings and the straps to her garter. "Damn!" I cursed silently, she was going to try and trip me up with her wiley charms! But I would have none of that! My eyebrow starts to climb my forehead, apprently seeking safe harbour in my hair line as my eyes were forcefully drawn to her beautiful leg. The danity ankle, up the swell of her calf and then over her knee to the lushciousness of her thighs, wrapped in the lace and silk of her stockings.
"Damn!" My mind screamed again, the invective being my only call to power against her legs, that went on for miles and miles. It was like she could wrap them around you...twice. I grinned, the thought being devilishly enough for me to focus my thoughts on what could be gained from the night. Sevitude usually didn't come so easy, but for Richard, it was just par for the course.
“Now… Let me see if I can cut you down to size tonight sir…”
My eyes locked onto the pout of her red, full, and very talented lips. That smirk growing to a grin, as my boasting started already. "You have never been very good at drawing straws, have you Constance?" I placed the bottle to the side of the table and picked up a pen, centering and neatly stacking the pile of papers on the table.
"I go first...again...I wonder what I shall have you do tonight, when you loose.." My face takes on a far away look for a moment, and then, with an shake, I was back, in the here and now, ready to show her what it was like to loose, four times in a row.
My hand marks the board out on the paper in neat, swift marks. And down goes the first mark. Dead center of the board. Followed by that customary smirk again.
"Ready to loose? Standard rules, three of five, each lost game costs you an item of my choice, and vice versa," I offer up my hand, to shake on the deal, as was now the tradition. Offer up the hand shake that had delt the death knell to so many hopeful business men, and so far, had been the only preamble to a string of defeats for Constance.
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Constance
"You have never been very good at drawing straws, have you Constance?"
I resisted the urge to drum my fingers on the table at his remark; he was beyond “cocky” to night. He removed the bottle and set it casually aside. Then Richard picked up a pen and centred the paper, he was on the starting blocks already, mentally charging ahead, but I intended to trip him as many times as I could. I remembered my mother’s words; “even in business a man can be put off his stroke by taking what he has below his belt in hand.” And I intended this night to have Richard in my hand.
"I go first...again...I wonder what I shall have you do tonight, when you loose...”
Richard’s remarks bring me out of my revere and as I look at him I see I am not the only one lost in their thoughts, but he mentally shakes himself and is back, his mind on the game. He draws out the board and places his mark. X marks the spot. He smirks again, in his mind he believes he has already won, he has a lot to learn this night. The smirk widens, reminding me that three times previous I had lost. By a whisker and last time I swear he cheated, swapped papers, while I was distracted for a moment.
"Ready to loose? Standard rules, three of five, each lost game costs you an item of my choice, and vice versa,"
He offers his hand to me to shake, a done deal, he the winner, I the loser, not to night Richard, not to night. I take his hand in mine, noting how his swamps mine. As his fingers close I feel the calluses on the heel of his thumb and across the base of his fingers, slightly raised ridges of flesh, from the use of the foil. He will have to be well on his guard with me tonight. He will lunge and thrust, but when I wish. His hand is warm and dry and a delicious shudder runs up my arm, as my body remembers his touch. Down girl I mutter under my breath, keep your mind on the game for now.
Richard leans back in his chair, clicking the top of his pen, waiting for me to make my move. I pick up my pen, he leans forward. I put it down again and stand. Richard frowns. I walk slowly over to the table set with the food. I don’t look back, but I know he is marking the swing of my hips. I pick up the two glasses and a bowl of strawberries and return at the same leisurely pace to the table.
“A drink first, Richard?” I ask as I set down the strawberries, picking one up and slowly biting it. Richard reaches out and takes the wine, carefully removing the wire, then easing the cork out. It fires off into the dark recesses of the room as the contents hiss and bubble, a small stream snakes its way out to be caught deftly by Richard in a glass. He hands me the glass. I smile; take a sip, then another bite of the strawberry, the taste of one bringing out the flavour of the other on my tongue.
Richard leans back in his chair, drinking his wine , his eyes laughing at me. I place my glass down, pick up my pen and make my mark. One neat circle on the centre line to the right of Richard’s X.
“Now I wonder, which item shall I chose when I win.” I say.
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Richard
Offering my hand to Constance, she took it as I knew she would. Her long and elegant fingers resting in my palm, with her well maintained and manicured nails. Not fake nails mind, but real nails -- just like I liked em! And such talent that resided in her fingers...oh I could loose myself in the feelings, and I have on many a night.
If only my wife could hear what I was thinking now! But she couldn't...
Not only were her nails well kept, but so were her hands, softer than the skin of a baby's rump, and yet not opposed to the thought of hard labour. Constance was one of a kind, and her husband was a lucky man.
As it was now her turn to mark the board, I lean back in my chair, the picture of relaxation. Feet crossed at the ankles, both hands grasped together and behind my head and my long lean body stretched out into a line. The pen in my hand starts to click behind my head. Why? Because it raised Constance's ire, and anything to put her off of her game was needed. She was a devilish tic-tac-toe player, no matter what I said to the contrary. And we usually ended the night with a 3-2 score, just edging ahead at the end to win. Because I am a winner.
"She's toying with me," I think as she raises her pen, then sets it back down and gets up. Watching her walk by, I can't help but openly admire her form. I'd know Constance for years, but we'd only been playing this game as of recently. No matter how many times I lay with Constance, I am always amazed that she is both willing at the moment, and apprently willing again in the future. But why shouldn't she be? I am Richard! I deserve a woman like Constance! Right?
Watching the play of her dress over the silk of the stockings, covering the little flash of red from my sight. I suddenly ached to leap up and press myself close to Constance, but not yet. We had just started. It was still strictly competition now. But once I win the first match, and claim one of her garments for myself...then I would show my appreciation. But now I am just irked by the delay, as she retreives some strawberries and a bottle of wine.
“A drink first, Richard?”
"What ever you need to fortify your resolve, Constance," I said with a sweet grin. No matter how cocky or brash I acted, Constance knew where she stood. She was the greatest woman in my life, which was a considerable feat.
If my wife could hear my thoughts now!
Picking up the bottle of wine, I strip the foil from the top, then carefully and quickly pull the wire cage off of the cork and neck of the bottle. Grasping the bottle firmly and rocking the cork with thumb and forefinger, a loud 'pop' fires the cork across the room to land somewhere out of sight. But I wasn't concerned with the cork, I was concerned with the slight over flow which was poured into both of the glasses and the slightly smoking bottle was set down.
Offering one glass to Constance, and keeping the other for me, I watch her smile, sip and then munch contentedly on the strawberry. She wanted to take it slow, so I would too, leaning back in my chair in my previous pose, stretched out in a long line but with the clicking pen in one hand and the glass of wine in the other.
She considered, and finally made a circle on the right of the center line. As she leaned back, I immediatly leaned in, scratching an X into the lower left corner. I leaned back, and grinned at Constance. She had lost already, and she didn't even know it.
“Now I wonder, which item shall I chose when I win?”
"Well, once I win this match, I shall claim that which I always claim first..." A glint in my eye, we both knew what she was talking about. In theory the garter and the stockings were items that could be removed, but they always remained. Even if they spent the whole night in the room, those two items always remained.
Who am I to deny tradition?
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Constance
"Well, once I win this match, I shall claim that which I always claim first..." As he spoke Richard again leant back lacing his fingers behind his head, his eyes becoming hooded, half closed, the smile on his face becoming wicked.
It was a look I knew as well as his wife did. Richard and I had known each other a long time, worked and played hard together, but these nights were the most annoying and exciting we have ever spent. He challenged me on all levels. This was a game of one-upmanship, wrong footing and pleasure all rolled into one.
It was something no woman could resist. To be the centre of one man’s attention for one whole night, everything you did and said, examined, noted and taken pleasure in. And when that man one as successful and as handsome as Richard, willing to put everything aside for one night with you. It did the ego good, not that I let Richard know, it wouldn’t do for him to know everything about me. I must play this cool and calmly.
For a second my thoughts went to my husband, I knew his day would have been long, hard, but I would be going back to him, once this night is ended. But this night was for me, Richard and the game.
And it had only just begun, in deed it had. I licked my lips and made a show of looking at the paper, leaning forward so the slashed neckline of my off the shoulder dress gaped just a little. I knew what was going through Richard’s mind, bra or no bra, if no bra, then he might have to order the removal of the garters and stockings if I were unlucky to lose all five matches, which I had no intention in doing. I was determined to win tonight and have him standing naked as the day he was born, save for his socks.
I knew that would make him miffed, to say the least. As my husband said “Trying to make love to a woman with your socks on is worse than her wearing a hat.”
"I have no need to fortify my resolve, Richard, it is strong, just like my libido, how is yours by the way?” As I spoke I marked the paper quickly, placing a “O” in the top right hand square
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Richard
"Ohh...she is good. She's good." I thought, as she leaned forward over the paper, as if a game of tic-tac-toe was that difficult. Just a hint of a gaze down the front of her dress, to the pale valley between Constance's breasts. A grin, very similar to the look a wolf would have when he got into the chicken coup, crossed my face. She talked a good talk, and she played a good game. Just not the game of tic-tac-toe.
"I have no need to fortify my resolve, Richard, it is strong, just like my libido, how is yours by the way?”
I laughed, it was soft and throaty. It wasn't ment to be condisending or annoying, but it was deep heartfelt humor.
"Oh my. How strong is my libido?" I was incredilious, but my thoughts ran right where she wanted them too. "I'm here with her, and when I'm done spending the night with her, I'll go home to give the ol' wife a little of Richy...and she's questioning my libido?!" Of course, my thoughts weren't expressed to Constance. She didn't need to know just how deep that quip struck me.
So instead I pull the sheet of paper to my side of the table, and make a mark in the bottom right corner of the board, blocking Constance's string of O's.
Actually, I would never block Constance an 'O,' but this is a game and I needs must win! Pushing the paper back across the table to Constance. "So...do you see your plight?"
It was the same voice I used in my business deals, the one that just reeked of 'ask nicely, and I'll use some lubricant before I fuck you.' Usually, it wasn't as literal a meaning as it was right now.
As I spoke I marked the paper quickly, placing a “X” in the bottom right hand square.
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Richard pulls the paper to him and makes his mark.
"So...do you see your plight?" Oh yes I saw it and I also saw the look of triumph on Richard's face. No matter where I placed my mark, Richard would, in his next move, gain a line. I had lost... or had I?
I slipped off my wrap and stood, walking round the table, letting my fingers walk softly over the surface, then onto Richard's arm. I feel the smooth fabric of his expensive suit, smelt the scent of his aftershave, not harsh or overpowering, a lingering scent that stays with you, like the memory of Richard does.
My fingers reach the nape of his neck and I feel him shudder slightly and I can't resist a small giggle. I know he is affected by me. I lean closer and whisper, "My go, and we both know you have me.. but how about a deal, you, on your next move.. throw the game. I could make it worth your while, you know I have a lot to offer."
I run my fingers through his hair and down onto his other shoulder, his head turns and watches me. As I return to my seat I begin to slip the shoulder off my dress, inching it down. The dress would come first I know it.
But... I could force the issue and take off something before the game is lost, totally throw Richard and win.
I place my right leg on the chair and slowly pull up my dress hem. My fingers go to my garter belt, Richard's expression is wonderful to see.
I think what he would do if his wife teased him so? I also laugh inside at what my husband, bless him, would be thinking now if he were in Richard's seat.
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I watched Constance move from her seat and around the table. I forced my face blank, impassive as her fingers trailed up my arm, across the back of my hand and up my elbow and upper arm until her hand rests on my neck. There does the blank face, as her nails brush the hair on my neck, my whole body shudders slightly.
Then she giggles, and my resolve is firmed once again. She brings her face forward, whispering into my ear, but I feel a little embarrassed, and so I use my feeling of shame to force the desire from my voice.
"My go, and we both know you have me.. but how about a deal, you, on your next move.. throw the game. I could make it worth your while, you know I have a lot to offer."
Then, her fingers pass through my hair as she completes her circle around me, dragging her fingers down my left arm as she goes back to her seat. Slowly moving her shoulders from her dress. Then she places her right foot into the chair, bringing up the hem of her dress as her fingers move to her garter belt. But I wasn't watching anymore, I was moving.
Standing up close behind Constance, so my chest was pressed tight to her back, my hands in turn starting at her shoulders and down her arms until I reach her wrists, were I pull her hands up and away from her garter belt. My face is bent down, close to her neck, breathing warm puffs of air across her skin and behind her ear.
"Oh no...the garter belt stays on tonight...that is why I have to win all three. If I let you make this a tie, then we both loose an item and where would I be then?"
My hands are now sliding across her stomach, feeling her muscles twitch slightly under my hands as I pulled her back from the chair so she stands straight in front of me. My hands bring her dress back to her shoulder, so she is once again wearing it properly, but then my hands grip the material of the dress slightly, slowly dragging it up her body, over her thighs, and past her rump, until the dress is more a shirt, exposing Constance from the waist down.
"As the winner of game one...I claim your panties Constance..." My hands move from the bunched up dress, my breath still hot on her neck as I grasp the waist band of the tiny garment, then stretching the elastic a bit, I skin it down her legs, over the garter and stocking and to her feet. One foot, than the other steps out and I've her panties in my hand. I lay them on the table for a moment and stand behind Constance again, placing a series of small, chaste kisses on her neck and expose shoulder as I adjust her dress to fall correctly again.
"Shall we move to game two?" I ask, as I move back to my seat, Constance's panties firmly in hand.
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As my fingers touched my garter belt I glanced at Richard. damn him he was on his feet, I was torn between annoyance and laughing out loud as he approached me. He came and stood behind me, sliding his hands down my arms and removing my hands from the garter. I could feel the thud of his heart against my back, feel its tempo increase as he pressed close to me to say:
"Oh no...the garter belt stays on tonight...that is why I have to win all three. If I let you make this a tie, then we both loose an item and where would I be"
His hands then slid across my stomach and pulled me upright. Richard then arranges the shoulder of my dress and for a second I wonder what next. I don’t have long to wait, I hear his breathing increase against my neck, making me tingle, as his fingers inch my dress up over my hips.
"As the winner of game one...I claim your panties Constance..."
As Richard speaks he hooks his fingers into my panties and gently slips them down. I oblige him and step out of them. For a second he crushes the small lace garment in his hand and I wonder if he can feel that they are damp? He disregards them on the table, placing a row of soft kisses on my neck as he rearranges my dress again, smoothing the creases out of the silk with the lightest of touches.
I feel my stomach tighten and a deep fluttering begins in my stomach. I can feel the cool room air against my sex and it heightens my awareness that I am close to a man that knows the curves and folds he has exposed, as well as my husband.
"Shall we move to game two?" Richard says as he moves back to his seat picking up my panties on the way. He sits rubbing the fabric in his fingers, smiling and twitching his eyebrows at me, telling me in the gesture he knows they are very, very damp and he finds it most amusing. damn him I mutter and reach out for the paper and pen marking out the next grid and placing my “O” down in the centre with such force it rips the paper.
“I want your trousers, you…” I nearly say the word bastard, “I want to see if the beast is as asleep as you pretend it to be.”
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Leaning back in my chair, again in my pose of relaxation. Legs stretched and crossed, right hand resting on the table this time, left hand holding the small bit of frabric that until recently had held tight to Constance's intimate parts. The cloth was damp, near to wet, and the smell as it was manipulated between my fingers was delicious. If the smell could be bottled, I would spend my every dime on it.
But then Constance grabs up a fresh piece of paper, slapping it down on the table and half tearing, half drawing a circle in the center of the paper.
“I want your trousers, you…I want to see if the beast is as asleep as you pretend it to be.”
A huge smile crossing my face at her obvious frustration. But in response to her frustration, I exhibited patience and calm. Crushing the panties in my hand and then lifting them to my face, my eyes closing and inhaling deeply, before removing the panties from my face and slipping them into an inside pocket of my jacket.
"You want my trousers do you? Well, don't think they will come off easily...unless you wish to concede the night to me, and give yourself over to my power. But...you'd never do that, would you my dear Constance?"
Leaning forward slowly in the seat, my hands find the pen and the paper. Smoothing out the tear as best as could be done, I lightly draw my X in the lower left hand corner. Then reaching for the bottle of wine, refilling the glasses and holding one out to Constance.
"How is your fortitude now my dear Constance?"
Said in a tone that rivaled the genuine admiration and attraction that I held for my wife. I would be hard pressed to say which one I loved more, as I loved them for different reasons.
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Constance
I watch Richard crushing my panties in his hand and then lifting them to his face, his eyes closing as he inhales deeply, before removing the panties from his face and slipping them into an inside pocket of his jacket.
"You want my trousers do you? Well, don't think they will come off easily...unless you wish to concede the night to me, and give yourself over to my power. But...you'd never do that, would you my dear Constance?"
"Never, you know that Richard, or you should do by now, in the end you will only get what I allow you to have. You see, even when you win, I do... " I say and think that if he said such to his wife, she might be tempted to spike his dinner with something, like too much chilli pepper.
He leans forward slowly in the seat, his hands find the pen and the paper. Richard smooths out the tear as best as could be done and lightly draws an X in the lower left hand corner. Then he reaches for the bottle of wine, refilling the glasses and holding one out to me. I take it and nod my thanks.
"How is your fortitude now my dear Constance?" My eyebrows go up and the wine hits the back of my thoat, making me splutter a little.
"My fortitude? Why Richard, it wasn't I who fell asleep first last time.." I tease and pick up my pen. I then sit back in my chair and cross my legs, hitching my dress up as I do. I am sure Richard's view is very "a la Sharron Stone" something desired, half revealed. I click the pen once, twice, then un cross my legs and lean forward and mark the paper. I place a "O" over his X saying "See I am on top of you now."
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"Never, you know that Richard, or you should do by now, in the end you will only get what I allow you to have. You see, even when you win, I do... "
"Ahhh...so you say Constance. But if I win, you'd allow me to do anything to you...or have you do anything for me. You know it...it's so much more free than with your husband...he'd never ask her to do such things," I said, while thinking "And I'd never ask my wife either..."
A huge grin graces my lips as I watch Constance choke slightly on the wine. I had clearly gotten to the poor woman. But for some reason she thought she could win at tic-tac-toe. Perhaps next time we shoule pick a different game, one she might actually win at, instead of just believe she will win.
"My fortitude? Why Richard, it wasn't I who fell asleep first last time.."
Blushing a little bit at her words, the damned woman would never let me forget that! It had been a long day, but she didn't care. But I was quickly brought back to the task at hand, as Constance crossed her legs, giving a fleeting glance at her hidden charm. A slight cough to clear my throat, as Constance knew what that did to me. Even more so when she was somewhere like a resturant and with her husband. The mere thought causing me to shudder slightly.
"See I am on top of you now."
A smile on my lips, I lean forward to the table, gently pulling the pen from Constance's hand but not taking my hand off of hers. Then drawing my X in the center on the far right.
"That will not be the last time you are on top of me tonight Constance. Oh no, it will not be." Then slipping the pen back into her hand, I lean back, to remove her panties from my pocket and smell deeply of them again, my eyes locked on her, the lust nearly steaming off of my body.
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Constance
Ahhh...so you say Constance. But if I win, you'd allow me to do anything to you...or have you do anything for me. You know it...it's so much more free than with your husband
I think on Richard's words as he takes the pen from my hand and lightly marks the paper. I know he has been affected by my little display, his hand shakes just a fraction, the electricity of shared passion jumps from his skin to mine and I feel my nipples harden.
I watch him mark the paper and listen to him say "That will not be the last time you are on top of me tonight Constance. Oh no, it will not be." as he places the pen back in my hand. This time it is he, who has been hit by the sexual flash that arched between us. I can see it in his eyes as he again lifts my panites from his pocket smells them deeply.
I blow him a kiss and mark my "O" below my first one in the centre.
All this tension is making me hungry. I get up and walk to the table picking at this and that.
"Hungry Richard? " I ask.." Or did you eat at home before you came?" I know he did not, he must of showered and changed at his office, perks of being the powerful, the one on high, his office was more of a penthouse suite, I knew I had been their both for business and pleasure.
I take a plate of goodies back to my seat and place them on the table. "Now surrender Richard, it will be a draw, get those trousers down. In fact surrender completely and go to the bed..." I burst out laughing.
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