Monday morning after Todd left for work, and a full week and day since the party, she finally gave in and called. "Hi Juan. I live at 428 Rockport Dr., on the east side of town."
"Excellent. I will come to you Wednesday at 10. I need you in the same dress from the party, no panties, no bra, barefoot, perfumed and shaved bare. Do you understand?"
"Yes," a startled Mel replied.
"Wonderful. Don't disappoint me. I am planning on thoroughly enjoying you Mrs. Able. Goodbye," he said with his sexy accent as he hung up.
Mel just stood there a moment in shock with the phone still next to her ear. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn't that. I just agreed to offer myself up to a complete stranger and do it to his exacting, demeaning instructions, she nervously thought.
The thought of 'presenting' herself to this man in such a vulnerable state, rather than piss her off or make her second guess her decision, made her weak in the knees. She realized she was shivering. There would be no initial small talk over a cup of coffee to get to know each and set things in motion. No chance to awkwardly ease into the intimacy. He would know the moment she opened the door that she was standing there willingly and completely available. He'd know she was naked under her dress and at his complete disposal. As she continued to think about his erotic instructions, she never once considered not meeting his demands, and also couldn't believe how immediately important it was to her to not 'disappoint' him. For some deep unknown reason, she so wanted to please him, and in return she instinctively knew she would be well rewarded. All of these thoughts and the expectation of Wednesday, made Mel ashamedly dripping wet.
What have I put in motion? she said to herself with a mixture of excitement and deep dread.
Tuesday was filled with conflicting emotions and a lot of errands. She had a lot of pampering to do. She got her nails done, she scheduled a facial and a wax, and she got her hair styled. She was ashamed to admit (other than her wedding day) she had never put this much effort into how she looked in order to please Todd. Being told not to wear panties and a bra was an unanticipated blessing. It, of course, amped up her arousal and anticipation, but it also made things easier, she allowed with a smile, as it saved her from having to fret endlessly over shopping for the perfect matching bra and panty set for his eyes only.
Not surprisingly, she was constantly aroused throughout the day, but she forbid herself any manual relief. She wanted to delay any release so as to enjoy Juan to the fullest. Awkwardly, Tuesday night, Todd was horny.
"You want to fool around?" he asked.
"Not tonight honey," she said firmly. She just didn't want Todd to go where Juan would be tomorrow. She saw that her rebuff had stung a little. "Todd, I'm just not up for sex, but can I help you in another way?" she asked. She reached into his boxers and began stroking his penis. "Do you like my new nails?" she asked as Todd looked down and saw her newly painted nails wrapped around his 6" cock.
Todd shook his head yes, but no words came out. He leaned back, closed his eyes and just let himself enjoy Mel's wonderful handjob. After a couple of minutes, she could tell he was close so she cupped her right hand around his tip and let him ejaculate into her palm. Mel got up to wash her hands and when she returned Todd was asleep.
Mel was not so lucky. Sleep was elusive. Her mind bounced all over the place. How would it feel to have sex with a new man after almost 28 years? Will I be clumsy and stiff? I hope he is a good kisser. Just that thought alone was exhilarating. How will he feel, smell and taste? she wondered. How will he react to me? She fretted about him seeing her naked. I'm not 25. I've had two kids, she thought. What if he doesn't think my breasts are big enough? What if I don't turn him on. She assumed he would want a blowjob and she was certainly fine with that. But what if he hates it? What if I don't do it right? I don't really know how to deep throat. What if I can't fit him in my mouth? Her anxiety was growing and bordering on irrational. Stop it, she thought. He's a man. You know how to please a man, she reassured herself.
She paused. Why was pleasing Juan so important to her? What about him pleasing me? She hadn't consciously thought that through. For the past few days her mind was focused on making sure things would be good for him. She wanted to be beautiful for him, wanted to not disappoint him, wanted to pleasure and please him. Maybe, Mel thought, it was nothing more than me being self conscious and wanting to make a good first impression. That didn't seem quite right. The true answer, she admitted, was much more raw. Juan was an alpha male that wanted sex and it was her femininity and beauty that had caught his attention above all the other females. Her responding to his aggressive advances and wanting to please him was as base a human instinct as existed. It was honest and as old as human time.
With these thoughts swirling inside her head, she moved her hand under the elastic of her pajama bottom and inside her underwear while Todd slept beside her. She explored her newly bare and velvety soft vagina that she had managed to keep secret from Todd. She allowed a couple of her fingers to slip inside her, and imagined they were Juan's. Her juices drenched her hand as she brought herself oh so close to an orgasm before she stopped. No. I mustn't, she thought. I need to save myself for Juan. With that mental betrayal of her husband and marriage vows firmly in place, she drifted off to sleep.
After Todd left for work on Wednesday, Mel immediately drew up a scented bath. She shaved her legs and soaked for as long as she dared. She spent extra time on her hair and makeup. She wanted to be perfect. She slipped her dress on and looked in the mirror. Standing there commando reminded her of what she was doing. For a brief second, she thought of calling the whole thing off. Who am I kidding, she thought. I want this as much as he does. Actually, she thought, I need this. She knew that the lifelong "what-ifs" would be excruciating if she let this opportunity slip by.
The doorbell rang right at 10.
Mel tepidly opened the door and motioned for Juan to come in. She backed away a few steps as he entered. Neither one made an effort to leave the foyer. Juan stared into Mel's eyes. The intensity of his gaze caused her to drop her head and stare at her pretty newly painted toes.
"Did you follow my instructions?" he asked.
Mel nodded.
"Show me," he commanded. "Lift your dress."
This is it, Mel thought. The point of no return. Why would I even consider obeying such a humiliating and degrading request. She had no answer. Tomorrow, she knew there would be regret, but today, she didn't care. She was going to carry out this man's request and she was assuredly going to let him fuck her.
Mel reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress. With her head still bowed she slowly raised it exposing her shaved vagina. Shame and excitement washed over her. She could feel her face turn bright red. I have only talked to him for a few minutes, she thought. I know next to nothing about him. I have never kissed him or even held his hand, and yet, here I am, a happily married woman, modest mother of two standing bottomless in his presence, obeying his commands.
Power it is said is an aphrodisiac for women. She now understood what that meant.
Juan let out a slight, appreciative whistle. "Very nice," he said. Although her eyes were still downcast, she could sense him staring at her most private areas. She was humiliated, but also transfixed, pleased with his compliment, and so turned on. She couldn't break his spell if she had wanted to. "I am going to enjoy you," he said.
Mel shivered at the thought.
He placed his hand under her chin and lifted it up so that she was once again looking into his eyes. He then wordlessly motioned with his index finger for Mel to spin around. She somehow knew not to let the dress fall back down. She raised up slightly on her toes and started to turn slowly. When she was facing away from him he said, "stop."
Mel obeyed and held her breath. She was so aroused and all her senses were on fire. Juan slowly, feathery, ran his hand back and forth across her bare ass. She thought her knees would buckle at the sensation. Then without warning, he grabbed one cheek with his large hand and began firmly squeezing it. His middle finger had slipped below her ass and was barely touching the lower entrance to her vagina. She was sure he could sense her wetness. As he continued to squeeze her ass, he spun her around and kissed her for the first time. Naked from the waist down, his hand all over my ass, teasing my vagina, and only now do I get a kiss, she thought. Nothing up to this moment matched any of her previous sexual experiences. The order of things was all wrong, but oh so titillating.