back of the garter belt followed and I drew it up and out of the skirt, adding it to the top lying on the floor. Finally I reached for the zip on the side of the skirt and wriggled out of it to stand in front of my husband, nude except for the stockings. Again I bent at the waist, my legs wider apart and partially turned to face him as I brushed the nylon down each leg in turn. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he clearly saw, for the first time, the bruises Charles had deliberately left for him on my inner thighs.
“Did those hurt?”
“A little, but in a good way.”
“Oh.”
Having slipped the stockings off my feet they too joined the miniscule pile of clothing. When I looked at it I couldn’t believe I’d allowed myself to dress like that, let alone be seen out in public. He moved from his position leaning on the door frame to open the door of the en-suite.
“Come on, honey, you need the shower. Once you’ve got most of that crud off, and I’ve put those in the washer, I’ll join you, and I’ll wash your back and then you can do mine.”
He smiled, and I smiled back. Looking down I could see he was still as erect as he’d said he was earlier, possibly more so.
“I’d rather you washed my front, Alan.”
I swished past him into the bathroom.
Chapter 16 – Watching the Movie
“Are you sure you want to watch this, Alan? We don’t have to.”
He nodded, although he didn’t look sure. We were cuddled up together on the couch, wrapped in our robes after our shower.
“Do you want to, sweetie?”
I bit my lip, trying to decide if an honest answer would be more hurtful than a dishonest one. A moment later I realised honesty would have to be the only route forward.
“Yes, honey, but let me pause it before the final scene please so we can talk.”
He looked at me questioningly.
“I think that’s the best point for us to talk. I’ll tell you when to stop it.”
He nodded . What is it about men and their need to be in charge of the remote? He paused again, still a little unsure, and then clicked the play button.
The screen jazzed for a moment and then cleared to reveal the inside of Mister Chisholm’s office as seen from his desk looking towards the door. This was obviously filmed yesterday, as I was sitting there in my shop uniform as he skilfully led me into revealing more and more intimate secrets. Ours voices filled the room as I sat half twisted toward Alan, cuddled up to him but able to watch both the video and Alan’s face. From the first moment I could see he was hooked as the drama unfolded. A few moments later the scene cut and then resumed with him showing me into his office this morning. My mind went back to that moment, only a few hours earlier, when he changed my life so profoundly. Alan continued to watch as on screen Mister Chisholm led me through that initial set of questions. I continued to watch Alan as he stared at the screen, unable to take his eyes off his wife being expertly controlled by another man, knowing I’d got out of his car this very morning intending to let this happen.
On screen I unbuckled my belt, here in the room I knew it was going to be difficult for him to watch as I stripped for another man. I shuffled closer to him, wrapping my arms around him, shrouded in the fluffy towelling robe but he took very little notice. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as I removed my jeans and was told to face the other way to display my ass.
Content to let him watch until he wanted to discuss something, I turned my head to watch the screen as well. My on screen self turned to face Mister Chisholm, my arms and head tangled in my tee shirt. At the time I’d felt quite vulnerable and wondered why he was doing it. Now I could see it from his viewpoint I no longer wondered, I had not only felt vulnerable I’d looked it too, in a very sexy way.
The DVD cut to another scene, this time with me standing on the shop floor, having just pulled the stockings on.
“Did those hurt?”
“A little, but in a good way.”
“Oh.”
Having slipped the stockings off my feet they too joined the miniscule pile of clothing. When I looked at it I couldn’t believe I’d allowed myself to dress like that, let alone be seen out in public. He moved from his position leaning on the door frame to open the door of the en-suite.
“Come on, honey, you need the shower. Once you’ve got most of that crud off, and I’ve put those in the washer, I’ll join you, and I’ll wash your back and then you can do mine.”
He smiled, and I smiled back. Looking down I could see he was still as erect as he’d said he was earlier, possibly more so.
“I’d rather you washed my front, Alan.”
I swished past him into the bathroom.
Chapter 16 – Watching the Movie
“Are you sure you want to watch this, Alan? We don’t have to.”
He nodded, although he didn’t look sure. We were cuddled up together on the couch, wrapped in our robes after our shower.
“Do you want to, sweetie?”
I bit my lip, trying to decide if an honest answer would be more hurtful than a dishonest one. A moment later I realised honesty would have to be the only route forward.
“Yes, honey, but let me pause it before the final scene please so we can talk.”
He looked at me questioningly.
“I think that’s the best point for us to talk. I’ll tell you when to stop it.”
He nodded . What is it about men and their need to be in charge of the remote? He paused again, still a little unsure, and then clicked the play button.
The screen jazzed for a moment and then cleared to reveal the inside of Mister Chisholm’s office as seen from his desk looking towards the door. This was obviously filmed yesterday, as I was sitting there in my shop uniform as he skilfully led me into revealing more and more intimate secrets. Ours voices filled the room as I sat half twisted toward Alan, cuddled up to him but able to watch both the video and Alan’s face. From the first moment I could see he was hooked as the drama unfolded. A few moments later the scene cut and then resumed with him showing me into his office this morning. My mind went back to that moment, only a few hours earlier, when he changed my life so profoundly. Alan continued to watch as on screen Mister Chisholm led me through that initial set of questions. I continued to watch Alan as he stared at the screen, unable to take his eyes off his wife being expertly controlled by another man, knowing I’d got out of his car this very morning intending to let this happen.
On screen I unbuckled my belt, here in the room I knew it was going to be difficult for him to watch as I stripped for another man. I shuffled closer to him, wrapping my arms around him, shrouded in the fluffy towelling robe but he took very little notice. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as I removed my jeans and was told to face the other way to display my ass.
Content to let him watch until he wanted to discuss something, I turned my head to watch the screen as well. My on screen self turned to face Mister Chisholm, my arms and head tangled in my tee shirt. At the time I’d felt quite vulnerable and wondered why he was doing it. Now I could see it from his viewpoint I no longer wondered, I had not only felt vulnerable I’d looked it too, in a very sexy way.
The DVD cut to another scene, this time with me standing on the shop floor, having just pulled the stockings on.
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