Synopsis:
Nothing gets Carter hotter than the
thought of his wife in charge -- submitting to her desires in the bedroom. And
Lindsey can be the perfect dominatrix: demanding, knowing, pushing all the
right buttons. The problem? She's submissive too. Her idea of the perfect place
is at the feet of a commanding husband.
Lindsey and Carter think they've solved
the apparent problem with the toss of a coin, an impartial system to randomly
determine who's on top -- this time. But a string of the coin coming up heads
leaves Carter particularly whiny about having to dominate his wife for an
evening. He manages to quell his jealousy and give Lindsey some of the
punishment she craves, but when the coin comes up tails the next time, his wife
decides to show her husband a real punishment.
Excerpt: from part one, Heads
The dime sat tails-side-up,
centered on top of her left hand, the shimmer of the fresh coin dulled by the
diamond close by. “Now, don’t look glum,” Lindsey said. “Fair is fair.”
Carter nodded and smiled. He picked
up the dime and dropped it into his shirt pocket, took his wife’s hands in his,
and leaned in and kissed her. “Are you ready to go?”
She frowned. “Are you?”
As he rose and stood next to
her, her expression changed. Her lips parted, her chin dropped down, her eyes
brightened. He motioned for her to rise, and she, quickly and gracefully, slid
her chair back, swung her touched-together knees toward him, and pushed up. She
slipped against him, feeding her arm between his hip and the nook of his elbow.
He led her.
She remained just a fraction
behind, drawing brief stares from men sitting with their dates at the dimly lit
tables along the way. Her purple skirt wrapped around her legs, falling just
past her knees. The white of her shirt, pressed forward by her breasts, emerged
in his periphery even as his gaze stayed forward. She loved to play the part of
his eye candy to tease him, but he knew better.
The dime had come up tails
four times in a row. The odds quickly popped into Carter’s mind: one chance in
eight. He shuddered. Of course, the streak wasn’t that unusual, and had it been
the fourth time in a row that the coin landed heads up, he would have been
perfectly pleased with the result. Lindsey seemed to know what he was thinking,
and she squeezed his arm, bolstering his resolve.
A hostess opened the door and
smiled good night to them. Carter said goodnight in return, letting his wife
out ahead. She waited, just beyond the threshold, giving the hostess only a
nod, and slipped beside her husband again. He walked the length of carpet under
the canopy outside the restaurant’s doors
and handed a ticket to the valet. The city lights were brightening under
the arriving dusk.
The rarity of an evening out
allowed them to splurge on an overpriced dinner and expensive wine, though a
night at home alone, with the kids at her parents’, was the real treat.
Tempered only by the unfortunate flip of a coin. The car pulled around and
Carter walked his wife to the passenger side. She slipped off his arm as he
opened the door and sat in the leather passenger seat, smoothing her skirt,
which had ridden up, and letting her hand trail down her knee.
Carter tipped the valet and
got in on the other side. He gripped the steering wheel and exhaled a desperate
breath. “Can we do two out of three, please?”
“Could we if I had won?”
Carter put the car into
drive. “No.”
Lindsey crossed her right leg
over her left and squeezed against her husband as he pulled out of the lot into
the street. “I always take my turn without complaint.”
“All right. Fine.”
The firm tone of her husband
caused Lindsey to straighten and sit up. “Ooh, are we starting?”
“I guess.”
“You can’t guess, if we’re
starting.”
Carter glanced down at
Lindsey’s knees lightly rubbing together. “Lift up your skirt.”
She slid her hands down the
sides of her thighs, keeping her knees touching, acting coquettish. Bunching
the skirt, she drew the material halfway up and stopped.
“Farther. Show me your
panties. If you’re even wearing any panties.”
“I am.” She obeyed, raising
the skirt higher. She slunk a bit in her seat, and the white strip of her
underwear emerged, her pussy tightly encased within. “See? I told you I was
wearing panties.”
“Watch your tone. You know
what will happen.”
She wriggled under his glare.
The band of her seat belt pressed between her breasts, pinning her blouse tight
and accentuating the pertness of her nipples, which even through her bra showed
hard at her husband’s strict demeanor. He returned his attention to the road,
but surprised her by taking swift, firm hold of her thigh. A sharp intake of
breath preceded a lengthy sigh, and Lindsey slunk down further in her seat. Her
skirt bunched around her waist, and she nudged her panty-covered pussy toward
her husband’s hand, but he kept her at bay. His eyes remaining on the road, he
stroked her thigh without allowing her grinding lap the touch she craved.
Finally, the pinky side of
his hand grazed her, and the slight touch released her yearning breath into the
quiet enclosure of the car. Carter remained stoic. She slid toward him, and his
hand moved once again towards her knee. “Oh, please,” she said, in a whisper,
but he only glanced down, smiling, and shook his head.
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