“Are you ok? How was it?” I asked breathlessly as she came in the door.
I had to ask. I couldn’t tell from looking. She came in the door from her first meeting with Tim, and I couldn’t tell how she felt. She was shaking, excited, maybe on the edge of panic… so many things in her eyes… even a little guilt. “I’m ok. It was… I don’t know what to say. It was good.”
I hugged her, gave her a quick kiss, and told her I loved her and that I was glad she did this, that I was glad she was doing this for me… for us. I was having trouble with my words too. And then I said, “he called. I know we have instructions.”
She nodded and I followed her to the bedroom. Though she’d left the heels by the door, I could see the skirt… the skirt that I had bought for him, at his request, and to his specifications… I could see her ass and thighs move clearly under the tight skirt. We went into the bedroom. I nodded, and she nervously dialed him on her phone. She said hi, and then fumbled a moment putting him on speaker.