Sally wasn’t interested in seeing any one in this phase of her life, all she wanted to do was spend time with friends and enjoy the peace of mind and freedom of not having to worry about someone else’s feelings on a relationship level. The last three months had been a blessing as she was able to go where she wanted whenever she had the urge and spend as much time there as she could. This afternoon Sally was doing just that, she was enjoying an afternoon drinking a cup of coffee at her favorite local coffee shop with her best friend Pam. The two met here every Tuesday to catch up on the latest stuff going on in their lives. Pam was a divorced mother of three children, two in college and one in the Army. Sally had never married but has had a few long term relationships that always ended the same way. The men in her life would start out being the greatest guy in the world, attractive, money in the bank account, driving expensive cars and always buying her gifts. They would each shower her with affection and take her to fancy restaurants and on elaborate vacations. Then after a year or so, or just as football season started the relationship always turned to one of dependency and need. The guy would always want Sally to be available for them and expect her to understand when a ball game, or fishing trip or even a golf game took them away at a moment’s notice when Sally had events planned for the two of them. The last guy she was with was the last straw in her typical relationship, the next guy would need to be dedicated and devoted to her.

Pam knew Sally always had a wild streak in her from when they were college together, that was why her relationships never lasted. She couldn’t settle down and become a a traditional “housewife”. Even though that is what all the guys she had been with over the years wanted. Now Pam was trying to get Sally to find an average guy that would treat her the way a woman is supposed to be treated. After all that is what Pam had finally found after 20 years of marriage and a difficult divorce. Pam has been dating Joel for the last 6 months and the relationship was centered around her, Pam told Sally the things she has planned for him and those ideas have definitely intrigued Sally, it’s just that she also knows Pam is a talker not one to take action.

While, Sally was drifting off in her thoughts Pam suddenly whispered in her ear. “See that guy over there? The one that looks like he could shed a few pounds and the receding hair line? You know he’s been coming in here the last three weeks, he orders a coffee and then sits down behind us.” Sally really hadn’t noticed the guy before but now that Pam was pointing him out, Sally shook her head. “No, I didn’t realize that. I guess he must like you Pam.” Pam gave Sally a soft punch in the arm and whispered in her ear again. “Bull. Mary behind the counter said that he asked if she knew your name last week after we left.”

Sally turned her head toward the barista Mary and lifted her head slightly nodding toward the guy who just got his coffee and moved to a table and chair behind Pam and Sally. Mary smiled and shook her head yes. Sally smiled and looked toward the guy who sat down to read the daily newspaper. He wasn’t the most attractive guy and probably never had been, but average was a definite description of him. Heck Sally was probably best described as plain or average lately. After turning 40 her youthful appearance and attractiveness was fading away. When Sally turned back, Pam continued with what Mary had told her. “The funniest thing is, the guy buys a No flavor Latte each weak, he tastes the drink once or twice and then puts the cup down and doesn’t drink any more. All he does is looks over the newspaper every few minutes and checks us out.”

Sally gave Pam a look as if she was crazy. “Well, that is a little strange isn’t it?” Pam asked. Sally responded by glancing over her shoulder at the guy again, then shrugging her shoulders. “Not really, he seems harmless enough.” Sally thought the man was obviously someone who was not 100% confident in himself, though at one point in time he must have been a very proud man.

Pam went on to other topics about her two kids in college always needing money and her son in the Army never keeping in touch. About 30 minutes later Pam said her good byes for the week and was off to meet Joel for dinner. “Perhaps tonight is when I introduce Joel to the wild me!” Pam said as she leaned over the table and smiled at Sally as she walked toward the door.

Sally was in no hurry to get home and it was still too early to go for dinner. Her curiosity got the best of her though about the conversation that they had about the guy sitting at the other table. Sally thought about going over to him and introducing herself, maybe even inviting him out to dinner, then she thought better of it and didn’t want to seem to forward or even desperate. Instead she got up from the table and glanced back at the guy and smiled as he looked up at her and gave him a quick wink. She turned her head toward the door before she could see his reaction, but she knew he had a smile on his face as big as the Cheshire Cat. Sally walked out to her car with a bounce in her step and sense of pride knowing that she was still attractive to men.

Steve was still recovering from his latest break up with his third relationship since the divorce from his wife after 23 years of marriage. He was not used to living on his own and every time he broke up with a woman he put a few pounds back on and that is what he was in the process of doing now. It also didn’t help his self esteem that his hair was receding at about the same pace as his weight was gaining. On top of all his worries and concerns about how his life was headed, last Friday was his 50th birthday. He felt even more depressed as he looked at his retirement situation and realized that his plans where falling apart as the stock market seemed to be crumbling. The only real satisfaction that Steve found in life recently was the simple joy of walking into this coffee shop and being able to see two pretty middle aged women talking and enjoying life.

He wasn’t looking for a new relationship, the last one fell apart too easily as the woman he was with would always complain about her kids and them needing a father, not some guy that only came over for dinner and sex. Steve had no desire to be a father to teenagers again, he had a hard enough time raising his own two. Both of whom where now married and with kids of their own. So Steve ended the relationship by simply agreeing with the woman and walking out of the house. That was when he had walked into the coffee shop the first time and saw Sally and Pam. He noticed that neither one of them had a ring on their finger, though in today’s culture that really didn’t mean anything, or it could mean everything.

Steve hadn’t planned to come by the coffee shop this week, but for some reason he was pulled here. He wanted to see if Sally and Pam met again this week. He saw the long haired blonde and thought she must have been a knock out when she was younger. For a more mature woman she was definitely pleasing to the eye. Last week Steve even went so far to ask the barista if she knew the long blondes name. Mary told him all she could about the two women, which wasn’t much, but enough to fill in some blanks for Steve. He couldn’t resist looking Sally and getting a glimpse of her whenever she would turn her head his way. She obviously had great self esteem and would dress casually, she didn’t look like she was after a man, or perhaps she was in a relationship.

As Steve sat down at his table he noticed that Pam was whispering to Sally and then Sally quickly glanced toward him. He put his head into his paper in just enough time so Sally wouldn’t see him watching her. About thirty minutes later Pam left and Sally was sitting by herself reading a magazine. She glanced over toward him once but he had again put his head back to his reading. Sally finally got up to leave turning her head toward him and smiling and then suddenly there it was… a wink, she winked at him. Steve couldn’t help but smile but Sally didn’t see the joy she had given Steve by simply acknowledging him as she did. The rest of the night Steve was in a great mood. Now he couldn’t wait until next Tuesday to see if Sally would acknowledge him again.

Several weeks had passed since Steve and Sally first acknowledged each others existence in the coffee shop and each Tuesday since the two would exchange a pleasant hello. Sally learned Steve’s name from Mary and also that Steve showed up on Saturday mornings to read the paper and sip at a latte he never finished.

Today was Saturday and the morning was gray and raining slightly, so Sally decided to go to the coffee shop for a cup of coffee and go over the travel section of the paper as she has been trying to plan a vacation for the last week. When she arrived she grabbed a cup of coffee and started to move to her usual table. She hesitated and then moved to the table that Steve used when he came in. Why she decided to do that this morning was not clear in her mind, but she thought she would take things one moment at a time.

Steve showed up at his usual time, this morning he was in an old pair jeans and a t-shirt that didn’t make him very attractive, but he wasn’t planning on picking up a woman this morning either.  He ordered his usual plain latte with whole milk and then moved toward the table he came to consider his spot. When he turned to the table he saw that Sally was sitting there. He was surprised to see her there on Saturday and at his table.  She looked up as he looked for another table and said; “There’s an open chair here if you care to join me this morning.”  He hesitated for a second and then smiled. “Sure, if you don’t mind the company.”  He said moving toward the chair opposite her.

Sally couldn’t believe it, she made the first move. All she could think about was if this was the right thing to do. Her brain didn’t take too long to override her emotions as she extended her hand in a feminine gesture for a hand shake. “I’m Sally, we’ve seen each other around her for a few months but never really talk.” Steve took her hand and gently touched her finger tips in acknowledging her femininity and then released his hand a few moments later.

“Good to meet you Sally, I’m Steve. I believe it has been a few months. What brings you out here on a rainy Saturday?” Steve glanced at the section of the paper Sally was reading. “Planning to leave for a more hospitable climate?” She glanced down at the paper. “Yes, I’m planning my vacation that I want to take this year.”

The two engaged in light conversation exchanging small bits of information about each other. They definitely where compatible at the base level of interests. They shared likes in science fiction books and movies, both liked to just disengage from society in the evening instead of being active in the social scene. Overall they both enjoyed the conversation.

“Sally, I hope this is not too forward, but do you have plans for dinner this evening?”  He wasn’t sure where that question came from, he just asked.  She looked at him for a few seconds without answering, thinking about his appearance and apparently how much older he was to her. “I would love to go to dinner tonight.”  She wasn’t looking for a long term relationship anyway and what harm could one dinner date be with a new friend.

He smiled at her acceptance and they set the location and time where they would meet.  She was surprised at his choice of the restaurant, it was one of the more reputable Steak Houses in town and a bit pricey, but they both discussed that neither one of them was looking for a long term relationship as they had both been burned out by all of the drama and the expectations that their partners had put on them.
The evening came quickly enough and Sally arrived at the restaurant about five minutes early as the traffic was lighter than she expected. Steve arrived right on time and was driving a late model Mini Cooper, Chili Pepper Red, with white racing stripes down the hood of the car. He obviously took pride in the car as it was still looking like new. He got out of the car though and she could tell he could stand to lose a few pounds since his clothes where wearing a bit tight.  She didn’t care so much about that though since they were meeting as just friends.

It wasn’t until after the main course was served and the conversation turned to how they both viewed relationships that she started to change her mind about her future and a relationship with a man. She wasn’t quite sure, but it must have been something that he said which triggered old memories and ideas.  She decided that to get what she was looking for in a relationship that perhaps it was her needs that needed to be put first, but only if the man is willing to commit to that idea and see it through.

Steve could see in her face that she was deep in thought about the conversation as they discussed how all relationships turned toward the man becoming dependent on the woman and ultimately started to fall apart, as his world both at work and home become prevalent in their lives.  He remarked that it would be interesting to see a relationship where that wasn’t allowed to happen or even one where the woman’s wants, needs and desires became the focal point. That was when he saw a slight smile cross Sally’s deep red painted lips and a her eyebrows lifted in consideration of what he just said. The rest of the dinner was focused on the idea of finding the right person to commit to such an idea. The two stayed at the restaurant longer than they should have talking about various likes and dislikes, such as sports teams, colors, clothing styles, and their friends. As they were getting ready to leave, he picked up the check and without looking at the price, slid his credit card into the booklet and placed it back on the table.   She did see a slight bit of hesitancy on his part as he did that, she noticed all through the evening that his self confidence was not extremely weak but it was definitely shaken.

She took his hand as the they waited for the waitress to return with the bill and in his hand she placed a small piece of paper. “Don’t open that until you get home. I’ve enjoyed this night so much, thank you for becoming a friend.” Steve glanced at the folded piece of paper and then moved it to his pants pocket.   He walked her to her car, a new model Lexus convertible and he opened the door for her, something very few men had done for her over the years.  She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him once again for the nice evening.

As she drove off, her mind wondered toward the idea she had in the restaurant about a man being devoted to her. A relationship where she could determine its future, one where she was the center of attention and yet one where the man felt comfortable and wanted to be no where else but with her. Her vision turned to one where Steve could be that man, she would use his lack of confidence as a guide. A guide to rebuild that confidence, making him into the man she knew he wanted to be. The other things she would need to concentrate on with him would be his weight. She would have to get him to start exercising again, and to change his wardrobe into a more appealing set of clothes. What would she have to change though? “I would have to be more direct in what I expect and want in the relationship. I’ll need to be seductive and desirable, perhaps we can both start going to the gym together. He will definitely need to learn how to take care of the small things in the relationship, the stuff that will make me happy even though the typical guy would never admit he would do for his woman.”  She realized she was talking to herself as she pulled into her driveway with a smile on her face and excitement building in her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Yes, that is what I want. And Steve will be that man, he just doesn’t know it yet.” This time she knew she was talking out loud. “Time to formulate a plan.”

Steve watched her drive off toward the east, and then he walked to his car, concerned about how well the evening went.   He didn’t feel confident that he gave Sally the best impression of him that he could. Of course she gave him a smile and a peck on the cheek at the end of the evening, that was good manners. “What a fool I am. I should have invited her out to coffee and we could have spent more time together,” he said to himself as he climbed into his car and drove north toward his apartment.   He got home quickly and as he emptied his pockets onto the kitchen table he saw the little folded piece of paper she had given to him at the restaurant. He opened the note and read “Steve, this note is to say thanks for the wonderful evening tonight. I enjoyed your company. I look forward to seeing you soon. Sally1234@mail.com ~ You friend, Sally.”

Steve read the note again, making sure he understood the intent of the relationship was to be friends, after all that is what he wanted. Wasn’t it?   He found in Sally everything that he had been looking for in a woman. They shared the same ideas and liked the same things from movies, to books and even their ideas on relationships.  He decided at that moment that he would be willing to build a stronger friendship with her and see where it led. He folded the note back up and put it in his wallet. The first thing he needed to do was start losing weight and change his appearance. Though he would do those things, he did realize that she didn’t appear to be concerned about those two things, but he still wanted to do what he could to impress her more, if he could. Now if he could just get his self confidence back.

The next few days he started to work out, though not much. He got up in the morning and did 25 sit ups and 25 push ups, and walked for 20 minutes on the treadmill at his apartment. That was a piece of equipment that was used to sitting around and collecting dust instead of being used. Tuesday afternoon couldn’t get here soon enough.  He headed to the coffee shop at his usual time and he noticed that Pam was sitting alone at the table she usually shared with Sally. He didn’t say anything but the look on his face showed definite disappointment that she wasn’t there. He ordered his usual latte and sat at his table reading the paper. He took a couple of sips from his coffee and then sat it down and forgot about it. Pam looked over to Steve a few times over the next 20 minutes watching as he kept looking at the door.

Finally after 30 minutes her cell phone rang and he new it was Sally. Pam took out a note pad from her purse and started writing a short note. Then she continued drinking her cappuccino and reading a fashion magazine, when she was done she went over to his table and passed him the note she had written while talking to Sally on the phone. “Sally, asked me to give you this. She had a few errands to run and wasn’t able to make it this afternoon. She told me that she had a great time Saturday night at dinner and was hoping to see you this afternoon but she just can’t make it.”  She smiled at him and then left the coffee shop.

He read the note that Pam had written for Sally. “Steve, I enjoyed our time together and looked forward to seeing you this afternoon over coffee. Sorry, I missed you. Stop by this address:  1601 Main Street, Apartment 601C,  Friday at 8pm. Don’t forget the wine, we are having fish. It’s my turn to treat for dinner.” Steve smiled at reading the note, she was direct in her note and was definitely showing her interest in him, obviously she was interested in him for who he was as a person, not for what he looked like.

Pam called Sally as soon as she was in her car. “He was definitely sad when he walked in and didn’t see you sitting there, it was all over his face. The whole time he sat there all he could do was look at the door wanting you to walk in.” Sally giggled into the phone as if she where back in high school. “Good. Thanks for helping me out on this. He is really a sweet guy, the kind of guy we both should have hooked up with out of college instead of who we did.”

“I hope you know what your getting into her Sally, are you sure that Steve is the kind of guy that can be molded into what you are wanting?” she said in an inquisitive tone. “No as a matter of fact, I’m not even certain this is what I’m wanting, but the tells where there and neither one of us is getting any younger. We both know what doomed all of our relationships before. So perhaps we will both look at this as the change we both need. Isn’t this the approach you are using with Joel?” Sally was anxious to know if this idea will work, and it was apparent in her voice.

“Joel is taking to my control like a fish to water. He needs to have someone that is willing to guide him and not put up with his old nature when he reverts back to being the typical male around the house.” Pam’s pride in her control over Joel was obvious in how her tone changed.

“Thanks again for passing the note Pam, you are a great friend, I’ll let you know how things go, maybe you’ll have to wait until Tuesday to find out.” “Hmmmm., I hope so Sally. Bye dear I hope you don’t burn the fish.” Pam hung up the phone as she pulled into her driveway.

Steve couldn’t keep his mind off having dinner with Sally the rest of the week. He searched the internet to find what kind of wine went best with fish. The search for the right wine led him to a simple answer yet one he would not have known. He left work on Friday and headed to the local wine shop where he picked out a Blanc de Blanc Champagne that was recommended for most fish. After picking up the champagne he stopped by the flower shop and picked up a dozen yellow roses to signify his desire for a strong friendship with her. He wasn’t confident about how the evening would go, but he wanted to put his best foot forward.

He arrived at 1601 Main Street, definitely a very nice location in downtown for people to live. He walked into the foyer and went to the elevator and pushed the button for the sixth floor, he was 10 minutes early and not sure if he should go straight to her apartment or wait until exactly 8pm. He didn’t have to worry about making that decision, for as the elevator door opened 601C was right there in front of the elevator and Sally was standing there with the door open.

“I saw you pull into the parking lot across the street. Come on in Steve, put the champagne in the ice and there is a vase for the flowers on the bar. Make sure you put those in the center of the coffee table, like a good boy.”  She was nervous being so straightforward with a man, but if this was going to work she had to show confidence and start the evening out the way she pictured the evening in her mind.  He stepped into her home, impressed with how clean and detailed all of her furniture was in relation to the décor.  She shut the door behind them and walked into an adjacent room from her living room.

“Nice place you have Sally, it is definitely very attractive, and may I say so are you this evening.”  He couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth. He compared the woman he was having dinner with to furniture. “Oh you are so sweet Steve. Thanks for the roses. I’ll be out in a few minutes, make yourself comfortable.”

Sally came out of her bedroom a few minutes late, in a light summer dress, that was white with a small yellow flower pattern, she wasn’t wearing any shoes and her hair was flowing down to her shoulders. “Steve, be a dear and get the champagne glasses out of the china cabinet over there, ” she said as she walked to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. She normally would never have asked her company to do anything in preparation for a meal, but again tonight had to be different, she had to set the tone of her expectations for the evening and potentially the future.

Steve, wasn’t quite sure what to make of this younger woman being so straight orward all of sudden.  She was definitely not like any of the other women he had known. The others would never had stood at the door waiting for him, they would have shown how pleased they were at receiving roses and they would have placed them in a vase themselves. Now he was getting champagne glasses out of the cabinet for her. He was interested to see how well he liked this strength in a woman. Of course his self confidence was low enough lately that he didn’t have the nerve to say no, but then how do you say no to such simple requests when you are trying to please and impress a woman you are attracted to.

Dinner was cooked to perfection and the champagne definitely complimented the fish very well. The two engaged in small talk over dinner talking about their weeks activities. The only part of the dinner of any significance was how she watched him take his first bite and his reaction.  She watched as he tentatively moved the fish to his mouth and she teased him by saying; “Don’t worry sweetie, it’s not going to bite you. Enjoy the meal, I hope this will be the first of many together.”

When they finished dinner and the plates needed to be cleared, she took the next gamble in preparing the two for what was to come. “Be a dear and clear the plates Steve, the dishwasher is next to the sink on the left hand side, it looks like a regular double cabinet. I need to go freshen up a bit.” Again he was a bit taken aback by her request, but how could he refuse, after all the meal was great and so was the company. “Sure thing Sally, anything for you, especially after such an awesome feast,” he said as he cleared the table.

“Don’t start the dishwasher, that can wait till later, there are a couple wine coolers in the fridge, get those and meet me out on the balcony, sweetie,” she called from her bed room.

Steve put the dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed two wine coolers from the fridge.  As he left the kitchen to go to the balcony he glanced in her bedroom and saw her naked back side as she was getting ready for the rest of the evening. He must have stopped for a few seconds as she looked at him through the mirror. “Now what are you looking at? Get to the balcony like a good boy, I’ll be out in a moment.”

He was now fighting to adjust his hard-on as he sat the wine coolers on the table on the balcony. He adjusted himself and then waited for her once again to come out and spend time with him. She came out in a pair of white shorts and loose light weight blouse that when the light hit it just right he could see the outline of her breasts and aroused nipple.

“Thanks for getting the dishes ready Steve, you have been such a great help this evening. Isn’t this a beautiful night to enjoy out here? Especially with such great company,” she said in a playful tone. “Yes, it has been a great evening, thanks for dinner and especially the company, I am glad I could help out,” he stated as he looked out over the center of the city from Sally’s balcony.

After a few minutes of no discussion, she asked, “What are your plans for tomorrow, sweetie? Anything exciting?.” He  thought for a few seconds and then replied “Let’s see, wash and wax my car, clean the apartment and go grocery shopping. Yep a very fun filled and exciting Saturday.” He smiled as he told her his plans.

“So stuff you can put of till Sunday. I’d like you to spend time with me tomorrow, we’ll go up to the mountains to go hiking and have a picnic.” She was making a statement rather than asking.  He looked at her as she stared at him waiting for his response. She pouted her lips together while he hesitated to answer. “Don’t you want to spend time with me?” she asked innocently.

“Of course I do, and the things I have to do can wait. If we are spending time together tomorrow, I need to get going.” he replied. “Oh. You don’t have to go. Spend the night here, so we can leave early. The guest bedroom is always prepared. This way I also know right where you are.  Plus you have been drinking, so driving is not allowed.”

She could feel his hesitancy and sensed a bit of doubt about how far she was pushing her plan. “Well, if you say so. I don’t  have a fresh set of clothes with me, though.”  She got up from her chair and grabbed his hand, guiding him to the guest bedroom.

“Strip.” she ordered.  He looked at her with shock on his face. “Excuse me?” he questioned rather confused.

“Strip your clothes off, all of them and hand them to me. The laundry needs to be done anyway and you can wash these with my stuff. Don’t stand there, hurry up, I want to get them started so the drier can be started before we go to sleep.”

He was still hesitant, he wasn‘t comfortable getting naked in front of her, especially with the way his body was out of shape.   She went over to the closet in the room and took a light silk robe of a hanger and tossed it to him. “Don’t worry sweetie, be a good boy and put this robe on. I’ve seen grown men naked before, I won’t be shocked with anything you show me.” She was pushing the envelope, but if her idea was going to work she needed to let him know that she accepted him for who he was as a man not for his physical appearance.

He stripped down and then put the robe on. “The washer is in the room on the other side of the kitchen. Put your clothes in there, shut the washer door, and pull the knob out. Then you can watch TV in the living room until the washer stops. Just put the clothes in the dryer and start it for sixty minutes, then head to bed.” She stated her directions clearly. As she finished she kissed him on the forehead.   As she went to her bedroom she added, “Sweet dreams Steve, this has been a great evening, I’m looking forward to what tomorrow brings.”

He stood in the guest room in shock.  She had just told him what to do, how to do it, and when. The hard-on was visible to her as it made the robe around his groin stick out like a tent.  She obviously ignored his excitement as she kissed him on the forehead. All he could do was pick up his clothes and head to the wash room. As he bent down to get his clothes he said to her. “Thanks for such a great evening, see you in the morning.”   He then did as she instructed.

All he could think of while watching cable news on TV waiting for the clothes to wash, was this entire experience was nothing like he had experienced with a woman before.   He enjoyed how she was being so direct, though at times he thought she was a bit abrupt.  Being a bit abrupt could be tamed though, and he was sure that in time, she would learn how to ask for him to do things for her. The clothes finished about 20 minutes later and he put them in the dryer. On the way to the guest room, he was hoping that her door would be open, but it wasn’t. He thought about going in there and initiating the sex, which he knew they both wanted, but he wasn’t willing to blow the potential of a good relationship on one night’s sex. He went to the guest room hoping that he was doing all the right things, especially now that he decided that his needs and wants would not always be first.

Tomorrow would be an interesting challenge and learning experience for them both.

To be continued…

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The sweat rolled off George’s forehead and soaked his hands from the 98 degree heat of the day. He wiped his forehead and then his hand on his golf shirt as he got set for the last drive of the day of the golf tournament. The swing was full and strong as the club face made contact with the little white dimpled ball that sat on the tee. The contact was so explosive the whole team knew the drive was long and hard as the sweet sounding spwiiiing emanated from the club. George held the club up at the top of the follow through watching the ball careen toward the fairway. The ball landed just shy of the 150 yard marker and rolled another 12 yards after. The team was lying in a great position. Everyone on the team gave him a fist bump as that would be the drive they used to finish the round in first place, so long as they could make the green in two and putt for a birdie.

George thought about that final drive as he walked to his little red sports car waiting for him in the parking lot. The team didn’t take first place, the team got to the green in two but the best shot was 15 feet from the cup and down hill. All of their mulligan’s had been used to keep them even with the second place team. He came the closest to the hole with his putt, but it rolled around the cup and out. All in all it was a great afternoon, exhilarating even but just not as satisfactory as if the team had won first place.

Staying late to boast and rehash every shot and missed opportunity was not in the cards for George tonight. He had to get home and spend time with the love of his life. It was an hour ride from the course to the house and he needed to be home in 45 minutes. George took the chances he knew he could to take to push his powerful little car as fast as he dared without getting caught. His timing was perfect on the most heavily monitored road, George had just passed a young guy in an old model car and the guy decided to speed up to pass George. Knowing this section of the highway very well, he let the youngster pass him by and sure enough just around the bend a traffic cop was waiting.

He pulled onto the street where he lived and looked to see if his wife’s car was already in the drive. Lucky for him or so he thought she was not yet home. He pulled his car into the side drive and left his clubs and gear in the back. He walked across the drive found his house key on his keychain and opened the front door. As usual on Friday nights the house quiet, he yelled out “Is anyone home”? There was no answer.

He emptied his pockets and stripped off his sweaty clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower and clean the days golf round down the drain. As he lathered up the soap to wash his hair, he heard the bathroom door open. “Tiffany, is that you Princess?” Tiffany is George’s wife, a woman with Oriental ancestry from southern California, with a knockout body, long black hair and a face so beautiful and exotic she could have launched a thousand ships. At least that is how he saw his Princess. The first woman he ever truly loved and the only woman he would do anything in the world for. “Yes George, who else would it be on Friday night? Hurry up in there I don’t want you taking another 20 minute shower.” “Yes Princess.” George replied in a matter of fact tone. He quickly lathered up his body and rinsed off. Grabbing one of the big red fluffy towels that were on the towel rack, he dried off then wrapped the towel around his 36 inch waist and walked the short distance to the bed room.

Tiffany was in the room and standing by her dresser looking in the mirror brushing her shiny black hair over her shoulder. She glanced at him through the mirror and a slight smile whisked across her face.

“Drop the towel boy!” his Princess demanded. “Then I want you over here and give me a kiss.” George did as he was told, always ready to obey the woman that he admired most. As the towel dropped to the floor Tiffany turned around facing him with hands on her hips. He was wearing the chastity cage that she had placed on the vanity in the bathroom. He had pledged to her three nights ago that he would wear the cock control device when she desired for her to control his physical pleasure and needs. To Tiffany it was the ultimate in surrender, to George it was a gift to his Princess, the last part of him that could be freely given. She had stood strong that night, having the desire to lock him up right away and to feel the power and the control over his manhood, with her being the only one allowed to access his cock. That was what made her wet now, seeing that not even George had the power to throw her on the bed and make hard passionate love to her. That was unless she unlocked the cage and demanded it.

George stepped over to her, grabbing her slender waist with his left hand and the back of her head with his right, and gave her a deep and soul full kiss. Each of them probed the other with their tongues, eyes closed as she reached down to his cock secured in hard plastic. She continued to kiss him knowing that deep passionate tongue swapping made him hard and ready in a few minutes. What would have normally stopped them from kissing was George’s boner sticking hard and straight in the air, but this time it didn’t. Instead Tiffany stepped back and looked down at his hard plastic cock and giggled as she put her left hand over her mouth. “My you are excited early tonight my pet. I don’t even have my clothes off.” He looked down at his encased dick.“ Oh, sorry my pet that is your cock cage, not your cock being hard. Tiffany turned back to the mirror and started brushing her hair again. “George, why don’t you go get us some drinks ready and meet me in the living room. Oh and George, just your silk shorts tonight. I think tonight will be a night for some fun.” He put on the shorts that were lying on the bed and went to the kitchen to make the two of them drinks.

He waited for about 30 minutes before his Princess finally came out of the living room. George reached for the remote to the television and turned it off and then hit the power for the stereo and the soft music started playing in the background to help set the mood. Tiffany was dressed in a black see through teddie with matching panties and no bra, George’s favorite outfit on his wife. He bought it for her two years ago and only saw her wear the outfit on special evenings.

She sat down next to him on the rug as the two leaned against the couch. She accept the short drink he handed her and then placed it on the floor. The next move was what George was waiting for. “Well pet, are you going to ask for permission to kiss my tits?” She asked as she shifted the strap that held the teddie in place revealing a well rounded breast with a pert nipple. “Princess may I please kiss your breasts?” he asked, moving himself to a position where he could better reach her beautiful breast and kneeling in front of her. “Yes my pet, you may kiss them… let me see though. I think 10 times each will do.” George did not hesitate he bent into Tiffany’s breast on the left side and wrapped his lips around her nipple and flicked the tip of it with his tongue lingering on the nipple for just a brief second or two. “One Princess.” George said and he continued to worship her breasts as she held his head to her chest each time he kissed her and softly whispered to him, “Good boy, you like this don’t you? Is your cock getting hard in that cage? Does my pet want me to take it off?” as she reached down and grabbed hold of Georges balls sandwiched between the cock cage and the security ring and squeezing lightly. When she asked the question he quickly replied “Yes Princess, I like this. If it pleases you to remove the chastity cage then it pleases me” and he went back to the task at hand of worshipping her breasts. She squeezed and massaged the other breast pinching her nipple as she became more aroused. He was having a difficult time in his groin but could not reach to adjust the cage as she made sure his hands did not stray away from her breasts.

As he counted 10 on the second breast and leaned back on his heels, he asked her in a quiet and respectful manner…”Princess, may I kiss your pussy, please?” She hesitated in her response, watching him make a move toward her womanhood and then hesitate himself as she had not given permission. She smiled. “Yes, you may worship my pussy.”"How many times may I kiss your pussy Princess?” She thought for a few seconds, and while thinking her right hand reached for his left nipple and began massaging the nipple and then pinching it watching him wince in pain. “You may kiss my pussy 10 times.”"Yes Princess.” he replied. George moved to a better position to be able to kiss his wife’s pussy. As he moved she placed her hand on his back and glided it down toward his ass, and squeezed his cheek. “This seems to be getting a little soft there boy. Perhaps you need to start working out more.”"Yes Princess, I will work out more starting tomorrow Princess.” he replied as he moved his wife’s panties away from her now moist pussy and he gently placed his mouth just above her clit and moved his tongue eagerly over her sex. Tiffany’s hand moved to his head and kept his mouth on her pussy for a few seconds and then she let go. He lifted his head slightly and stated in a calm whisper; “One Princess”. He could feel the tension growing in his groin and his cock trying to get hard in the cage that imprisoned his manhood. As he reached ten, she held him down toward her pussy and she slid her panties off her legs and tossed them to the side. “Make me cum my pet. I want to be rocking my hips in your mouth and have you sucking my pussy juice as I squeeze your balls and bite your nipples.” “Yes Princess as you command.” He eagerly took his wife’s pussy against his mouth and his tongue darted quickly toward her clit. Tiffany could barely stand the power that George was feeding into her, he was sucking her pussy and licking her clit like he had never done before. Shortly her hips her bucking in the air and she grabbed his head and kept it there while he struggled to breathe and keep his tongue going at the same time. As he continued to satisfy his wife his own desire for sexual release subsided, he knew that what was more important than anything else right now was her pleasure.

She stopped him before she pumped all her juices into his mouth and she said while panting heavy; “Ohhhh, I want a hard cock in my pussy right now. Oh goodness George what have you done to me, I’m so hot right now. I need to have a hard dick in me right now. Roll over on your back my pet.” He rolled over on his back and she straddled him with her warm pussy sitting on his caged cock. She grabbed hold of the plastic and tried to stick the head of the plastic encased cock inside her wet pussy. He was getting hard inside the cock cage and was trying to thrust his hips and cock into his wife. She looked down at him with a disappointed expression saying; “Well this isn’t going to work, is it?” He started to say something but she reached down and put a hand over his mouth. “No. My pet is not allowed to speak right now. I need to figure out how I’m going to get off with my cock all locked up.”

She looked down at him and then started playing with his nipples, and running her hands down his chest. When she got to the cock cage, her right hand pulled up on the cage and she noticed his cock was leaking pre cum. “Wow, you are excited aren’t you.” She reached under the couch and pulled out a vibrator that she had placed there earlier in the day. “Since your cock can’t satisfy me then my friend here will have to. As a matter of fact, why don’t you do the honors George?” He was looking at the key on the gold chain around his wife’s neck and was hoping she would unlock him, but he dared not say anything since he gave her control of his manhood. The only thing he could do was to satisfy his wife with the vibrator. “Yes Princess, I will please you anyway you desire.”

He used the vibrator on her sliding the toy in and out of her pussy and occasionally pulling it out as she commanded so that he could lick her juices off the hard solid vibrator. She played with her breasts pinching her nipples and massaging them, making him kiss them and flick his tongue over them on occasion. He was as excited as he has ever been, and getting more and more frustrated at the desire to even just touch his cock and stroke it while she was thrusting her hips again in pleasure. “My goodness, George, I’m going to cum…, oh no here it comes… oh goodness, get your mouth down here now and lick me hard!” He did as he was commanded and as he set his tongue to her pussy and licked her clit, her orgasm was so intense she squeezed her legs together so tight it was all he could do to breath. He was tasting his wife’s cum in ecstasy and pleasure. She sat up after a few minutes of lying peacefully on the bed and started stroking the head of the hard plastic cock that encased his cock. “Good night my pet, sleep well.”

George didn’t get to sleep until around 3:00 am, thinking about the events of the evening and if this is what he really wanted. Here he was filled with excitement and his own cum boiling inside and there was no release. He thought about reaching across his wife and taking the key from around her neck and jerking to relief but he knew that would be taking back his gift, and that would strain the relationship. Finally just from exhaustion of the long day and the great sexual experience he had given Tiffany he faded into sleep. Frustrated, horny and yet satisfied that he has now provided his Princess the ultimate gift.

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