The Secret Life of Bellingham Sam
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Sam was startled — and annoyed — by the blaring of a car horn while he sat parked along with a thousand other drivers on Interstate 5. What exactly did this genius expect to accomplish by honking here when the logjam was well out of sight, probably several miles ahead? He shook his head. Not a local, that’s for sure, he thought. Washingtonians, especially those who lived so close to ultra-polite Canada, only honked in a dire emergency and sometimes not even then.
Shaken from his reverie, he had to set anew to planning the evening. Sam liked to plan. It was the most important part of any undertaking, he thought. And, just as it was important to organize his activities, it was necessary to work out how he would relate them to the coterie awaiting his report on eKibbitz. He smiled when he thought of his popularity and prominence on the web site, which was ostensibly for women. Most of them visited the site under the guise of talking to other women when what they really wanted and needed was a man’s insight. His insight. They had come to depend on him, in particular, to tell them about his bedroom adventures with his wife. His tales were fantasy fodder for some, he knew, which secretly pleased him.
If all went according to plan — and why shouldn’t it? — tonight’s dispatch would not disappoint.
The evening would begin with a succulent dinner of pork tenderloin in a rosemary-ginger marinade, tiny spears of young asparagus and roasted new potatoes, with raspberry sorbet for dessert. Nothing too heavy, as neither he nor Peggy should feel overly full, not with the activities that awaited them. After the meal was consumed, the day’s events discussed, the dishes done, and the children tucked into bed…the delicate dance would commence.
First he’d instruct Peggy to prepare for the session. She would meticulously shower, shave and apply his favorite lotion, and greet him wearing the emerald green bra and boy shorts he had selected for her at the lingerie specialty shop during their last visit to Vancouver. Sam loved that set, especially since he had cleverly modified the bra by making a small crosscut in the center of each cup to allow him access to his wife’s sensitive nipples while she was wearing the alluring article. He could do what he wished to them, depending on his mood at the moment: caress, fondle, tweak, pinch, twist or affix nipple clamps…he’d need to make sure those were within quick reach if that was the option he chose, which grew increasingly likely as he pictured the scene in his mind. He would tease her to the edge again and again, bringing her to the brink of climax and then easing off, until she begged him for the nipple clamps and anything else he’d like to do to her.
After she had removed the boy shorts per his command and had properly presented herself for his inspection and approval — eyes cast downward and palms held upward to symbolize her submission to him, personal grooming done according to his exact specifications to demonstrate her obedience, nipples erect and labia swollen to show her arousal — he would have her kneel on the bed at the foot of it, facing the headboard, her legs spread wide. Then he’d move behind her and force her knees further apart still, pressing his bulging hard-on against her ass as he did so. He chuckled. Oh yes, she could feel it, all right, but she couldn’t have it. Not yet, not until he’d had his fun.
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