Garbanzo told a pretty story last week. About a box arriving with an outfit, and a woman who seduces her professor husband with it.
The story is kind of, barely true.
I came home early from work – we had an appointment at the bank to see if it made sense to refinance our house. I was happy I had arrived before the box. In fact, it arrived soon after I got home.
“What did you get?” was what Garbanzo asked.
“Come in the bedroom and find out” was my response.
I opened the box and started unwrapping the corset. Garbanzo has been trying to get me into one forever, and I found one I liked. When I held it up, his jaw hit the floor.
“Put it on” is what he demanded.
“Patience” was my reply as I unwrapped the rest.
A pair of crotchless panties and fishnet stockings completed the ensemble.
“Put them on now so I can ravish you.”
Did I mention that Garbanzo has had a fantasy about fishnets for forever?
Mr Impatient started undressing me.
“We have to be at the bank in an hour – and you promised me lunch,” I reminded.
“Fuck lunch – put them on!” He was serious – usually I’m the one to use the word fuck.
I changed into the corset. He had to help which he more than obliged.
“Where’s your camera?”
“On the dining room table. Why?”
“Wait here.” Where did he think I would go.
He took pictures as I put the pieces on. He kept telling me what he wanted me to wear later when he fucked me. Finally, I started to undress much to his dismay – we did have an appointment to make.
We went to the bank, answered the nice man’s questions, and, when he left his office to go get something, Garbanzo leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I expect you in that outfit again later, because I’m fucking you in it.”
Oh, okay. Like I was going to protest!