Given him everything except the one thing he craved the most…her love. That emotion was locked away exclusively for her husband, and suddenly he burned with all the old jealousies.
Grace did not see Guy behind the two-way glass. He was still, his back against the wall as he watched her slip the hood over the girl’s face. He wanted her experience to be something she would not forget but how could Grace possibly do that after what they’d just done? His mind was in turmoil as he looked at the rise and fall of her chest. The clothes she had changed into clung to her and images of her heavy breasts and erect nipples flashed through his mind. How could he give her the sensation of really being touched? The clothes against her skin were the key, he mused excitedly. Reproduce touch…he thought of his mouth sucking, licking, and teasing, driving her wild with desire, and knew what he must do. To achieve this experience he must find a partner. He slipped out of the room and headed for his office. Pouring over his notes and workings, he was unaware of time. His thoughts were interrupted by Grace knocking at his door, her look of concern told him all was not well.
He listened to Grace as something clicked into place. Upset, she recounted the session with Niven, how she had failed to get a reaction from the girl. Guy knew he had found what he was looking for. He reassured Grace that he would speak with Niven. Trying to contain his excitement, he knew she may not agree, but if she did, he had just found his zone partner.
The clothes he would design must deliver the sensation of touch without the physical contact, an interesting and exciting concept. As he sat he realised it was dark outside, and he remembered what he had done out there. He smiled and wondered if Grace had noticed the rumpled look of her clothes, her mussed up hair and the look on her face. The scent of sex still oozed from him but he’d shower later. Lifting the glass of wine to his lips, he took a grateful sip. After Anna he had stopped everything: the smoking, the drinking, and the casual sex. Like his body and mind had entered a deep freeze, the thaw had been slow, but now he felt himself coming back to life. The wine tasted so good, why had he stopped drinking it? He thought of the girl and how her body had felt…why had he stopped wanting that?
With a start he finally understood he was in recovery. At last he was over Anna. He sipped the wine and smiled. It was time to start living again and he had a lot of catching up.
Chapter 17
The Braille Club, London, One Year On: There was a new addition to the existing sensory equipment and perhaps it was the simplest. Patrons now had several sensory gloves to choose from. Each would give the assignee a unique sensation. The most sophisticated gloves connected with the sensory suits and allowed the patrons to experience what the assignees experienced…the first chance to be truly linked to a joint sensory encounter.
London 2014
Anna
Anna lay until she heard the regular breathing of her husband before she opened her eyes. She would wait a bit longer before she slipped from the bed. In those early days after her affair had been so brutally revealed, she would have done anything, said anything, to save her marriage and properly had.
Robert went through the full range of emotions and at first she worried he would throw her out of their home, but he hadn’t. Instead, he wanted to know why? Why had she betrayed him? When she said it was a purely physical need, he grew quiet.
“So it’s my fault after all? You’re saying if we made love more, you would have been faithful?” he asked, his face tortured. “Anna, you were somewhere else when we made love. You endured it instead of enjoying it.”
Looking away from the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, she accepted it; they were both to blame. There was something wrong with Anna. She needed something her husband could
Grace did not see Guy behind the two-way glass. He was still, his back against the wall as he watched her slip the hood over the girl’s face. He wanted her experience to be something she would not forget but how could Grace possibly do that after what they’d just done? His mind was in turmoil as he looked at the rise and fall of her chest. The clothes she had changed into clung to her and images of her heavy breasts and erect nipples flashed through his mind. How could he give her the sensation of really being touched? The clothes against her skin were the key, he mused excitedly. Reproduce touch…he thought of his mouth sucking, licking, and teasing, driving her wild with desire, and knew what he must do. To achieve this experience he must find a partner. He slipped out of the room and headed for his office. Pouring over his notes and workings, he was unaware of time. His thoughts were interrupted by Grace knocking at his door, her look of concern told him all was not well.
He listened to Grace as something clicked into place. Upset, she recounted the session with Niven, how she had failed to get a reaction from the girl. Guy knew he had found what he was looking for. He reassured Grace that he would speak with Niven. Trying to contain his excitement, he knew she may not agree, but if she did, he had just found his zone partner.
The clothes he would design must deliver the sensation of touch without the physical contact, an interesting and exciting concept. As he sat he realised it was dark outside, and he remembered what he had done out there. He smiled and wondered if Grace had noticed the rumpled look of her clothes, her mussed up hair and the look on her face. The scent of sex still oozed from him but he’d shower later. Lifting the glass of wine to his lips, he took a grateful sip. After Anna he had stopped everything: the smoking, the drinking, and the casual sex. Like his body and mind had entered a deep freeze, the thaw had been slow, but now he felt himself coming back to life. The wine tasted so good, why had he stopped drinking it? He thought of the girl and how her body had felt…why had he stopped wanting that?
With a start he finally understood he was in recovery. At last he was over Anna. He sipped the wine and smiled. It was time to start living again and he had a lot of catching up.
Chapter 17
The Braille Club, London, One Year On: There was a new addition to the existing sensory equipment and perhaps it was the simplest. Patrons now had several sensory gloves to choose from. Each would give the assignee a unique sensation. The most sophisticated gloves connected with the sensory suits and allowed the patrons to experience what the assignees experienced…the first chance to be truly linked to a joint sensory encounter.
London 2014
Anna
Anna lay until she heard the regular breathing of her husband before she opened her eyes. She would wait a bit longer before she slipped from the bed. In those early days after her affair had been so brutally revealed, she would have done anything, said anything, to save her marriage and properly had.
Robert went through the full range of emotions and at first she worried he would throw her out of their home, but he hadn’t. Instead, he wanted to know why? Why had she betrayed him? When she said it was a purely physical need, he grew quiet.
“So it’s my fault after all? You’re saying if we made love more, you would have been faithful?” he asked, his face tortured. “Anna, you were somewhere else when we made love. You endured it instead of enjoying it.”
Looking away from the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, she accepted it; they were both to blame. There was something wrong with Anna. She needed something her husband could
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