It was our 3rd anniversary. We’d met on Fetlife where she was an established and uncompromising Dom and I was bored with vanilla - but not full-on Dom bored. Sure I was tempted by raspberry ripple, maybe even a few hundreds and thousands, but I’ve never been drawn to a full 99, certainly not without sauce.
We clicked and we compromised.. she switched and taught me how to please her .. I gorged on rum and raisin and honeycomb crunch and ate until I was full. I wanted her .. she seemed into me. We found common ground as voyeurs - smart phones ? better than sliced bread.
It was our 3rd anniversary we were in the Garden House at Beaverbrook House and the dining room was full and buzzing. We’d been there for several hours and she’d teased me .. undressed as I watched from the bubble filled bath, she kissed me as only lovers can.. put on a private show that made me hard .. watched me stroke myself but stopping me repeatedly.. edging me to bursting expectation.
It was our 3rd anniversary and the dinning room was buzzing. Across the table she was dressed to keep my edge ..er.. edgy. Unambiguously pushed up … the male eyes in the room undressed her, their partners looked daggers.
“Maintain eye contact and I’ll do anything for you tonight. No taboos…” she whispered “…but if you look at my tits … ” she ran her fingers along her plunging scooped neckline pulling it down to show the top crescent of her areole “… and the night is mine”.
“Gotcha !!” Doh! I’m her’s. Again.
It was our anniversary and the dinning room was buzzing. A couple entered the room. Mid 40s was my guess, professional, confident, athletic and tanned. He pulled the chair out for her to sit and she thanked him with a kiss that lingered whilst his hand brushed her breast, his fingers pausing almost imperceptibly on her nipple poking through her white linen shirt. She smiled. She knew.
I knew what was coming.
“I want him .. get him for me me - I’ll let her play with you. ”
So, on my 3rd anniversary I found myself writing on a napkin ..
“Tonight, us, one night only, anonymous, no strings, imaginative, indulgent, respectful, safe, eloquent. Room 12 @ 10pm”
… and asked the waitress to deliver it to their table on the strict instruction (and promise of a large cash tip) not to say who had written it.
We watched him slide it to his partner. Saw her say “well it’s been a while, but you know how much you enjoy watching.”
It was 9:30pm on our anniversary and we left the buzzing dining room and returned to our room. Showered. My partner started to tie the belts from the bathing gowns round my wrists. And we waited and listened to the clock ticking and watching the second hand counting down the minutes. And we waited …
