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Chapter Two: Down Comes The Night


Marlena showered as quickly as possible, drying hairhair and applying a little make up at the same time while keeping an eye on the clock next to the sink. Her mind running wild with all the possibilities John could have in store for her, whatever it was she knew it would be long, torturous, frustrating and oh so incredibly hot. She felt the wetness forming between her thighs again, her pussy throbbed and her nipples stood at attention as she sighed and adjusted her bangs in the mirror. She took a good look at herself, making sure that she was presentable, she wanted to look good for him tonight, trying to work a little magic of her own. She giggled to herself, topping from the bottom, again. She slipped into her robe.

Looking at the clock, "ah, one minute to spare." Marlena felt as nervous as a schoolgirl and she adored the feeling. It never ceased to amaze her that after all this time, all these years together he could still make her feel this way. John knocked loudly on the door, jolting Marlena back to reality. "Time's up." Nervously she checked herself in the mirror one more time then turned to head into the unknown.

As she opened the door, Marlena switched off the bathroom light and walked into their bedroom. The room was darkened now, lit only by a single candle beside the bed. Marlena's eyes darted around the room but there was no sign of John. She moved a little closer towards the bed and noticed some clothing lying there. Upon further inspection she discovered a complete outfit laid out for her. Marlena felt her face flush as she looked at the clothes John had chosen for her. A white silk and lace corset that laced up the front, a pair of white lace panties, crotch-less, of course. Next a white lace garter belt and a pair of silk stocking with a trim of white lace around the tops. She bit her lower lip, her eyes searching the room for John, she could neither hear him, nor see him. "John?"

For a long time he didn't answer her. She wondered if he were still in the room. "Put them on." She jumped when she heard his voice from the shadows. She looked in the direction it came from and she could make out the faint outline of him standing near the closet. "Now!" Marlena jumped, she d fed feel her pussy throbbing full throttle now, her hands were shaking a little and knees threatened to give way beneath her. She took the corset and began to dress, making sure to give John a good little show, taking her time, making it as seductive as possible, a sort of reverse striptease. Hey, just because he was in charge didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun, she smiled knowing he was watching every move she made and each of those moves was designed to evoke a response in John and they did.

John stood in the shadows watching his wife intently, every rise and fall of her chest as she breathed; every bat of an eyelash was committed to his memory. Everything she did turned him on, no other woman had ever come close to having the effect on him that Marlena had, no other woman ever could. He fidgeted as his fully erect cock, pressed painfully into his trousers. "What for it", he told himself. He fought off the urge to take her right here and now. But he knew the game would be over then, and they were just getting started. Besides, waiting would just making things that much sweeter in the end. John swallowed hard as he watched Marlena seductively put on the lingerie, his breathing was becoming more rapid and ragged. He licked his lips as he watched her fasten the last stocking to her garter.

He stood up straight and took a deep breath, checking his watch he knew it was time for the next step. John walked out of the shadows, carrying a garment bag and a shoebox. His steely eyes bored into hers. He could see her trembling slightly; he liked keeping her off balance, unsure about what was coming next. Marlena always hated surprises and had to know everything, but during these little games of theirs, it was not allowed, she would just have to go along with whatever came her way. It drove her absolutely crazy and John knew it and he loved it. Tossing both the bag and box on the bed he moved until he stood just inches in front of Marlena.

"You look ravishing baby, but you're a bit undressed for what I have planned next. Finish getting dressed." He waved his hand at the garment bag and shoebox, "And meet me downstairs." John began to turn when Marlena cunningly brushed her breasts across his arm and leaned in try and get a kiss from him. John quickly snatched her arm and pinned it behind her. "No, no, no. You seem to forget who's in charge here. No touching, no kissing unless I say so. Understood?" Marlena whimpered a bit then nodded, sticking out her lower lip in a cute little pout, just for effect. The effect was not lost on John, he loved it when she did that. Clearing his throat, he released her arm, "Now get dressed and don't keep me waiting, we have reservations." He left her to stew in her curiosity while she got ready.

Marlena hurried to unzip the bag and see what else he'd chosen for her to wear tonight. It was a white silk dress with spaghetti straps, she wriggled into it and gasped at how low cut it was. The corset didn't cover her breasts, it only raised them up and pushed them together, quite nicely too, she thought. It was short too, very short. John had a knack for buying her incredibly short dresses and skirts, always joking that she covered up way too much skin for his liking. It was a bit on the tight side too, which would leave little to the imagination, intended no doubt by the purchaser. She opened the shoebox, relieved to find a tasteful pair of white satin pumps. They were after all going out in public, so she assumed from his "reservations" comment, the dress was already enough of an attention getter she didn't need to add five inch, fuck me now pumps to the mix.

Downstairs, John checked to make sure the limousine was ready to go and fully stocked. He called the restaurant to let them know they might be just a little late, but to hold their reservations. John looked up the stairs and at their bedroom door, he couldn't wait to see her walk down those stairs in that dress. The tight, sheer fabric would accentuate and define every curve of her luscious body, outline and reveal every move she made. That was of course, why he chose it. He reached down and rubbed his throbbing cock through his trousers and groaned he would make her beg for what she wanted tonight, what they both wanted.

Marlena smoothed her dress and adjusted the straps, checking herself in the mirror of the dresser. She could see her semi erect nipples poking through the fabric. She shivered at the thought of all the men’s eyes that would be on her, only one set of eyes mattered to her and pleasing him tonight was what this little game was all about. If she was a good girl and did as he wanted she would be rewarded at the end with what she desired most. Thankfully it was a chilly night and she could use the excuse of needing a jacket. She went to the closet and picked a short silk jacket that matched the dress perfectly and then went downstairs.

John watched as she descended the stairs, the dress fit as if it were made for her, glorifying her delectable form although he wasn't thrilled with her addition of a jacket. She strode up and stood in front of him, "How do I looked?" Marlena batted her eyes and licked her lips, trying to entice John into a little kiss. John took note of it all but didn't let it phase him, "You look terrific, but the jacket comes off when we get there." "Where are we going?" She bit her lip as soon as she'd said it. John looked at her sternly; taking her by the elbow he spun her around, "It's time to go." He hurried her out of the penthouse and into the elevator. Marlena nearly stumbling from his pace.

He pushed the button for the garage, his grip never leaving her elbow. John turned around quickly to face Marlena, pushing her against the elevator wall and pinning her there with his weight. He held her hands at her sides. "You seem to be having a hard time remembering who's in charge here, I think you need to be reminded." With that he leaned in quickly and captured her mouth with his. Brutally crushing his lips into hers, his hot tongue pushed past her quivering lips, possessively probing her sweet mouth. Marlena moaned into his mouth as he bruised her lips, her tongue immediately rushing to his. Intertwining.

God she tasted so good, he thought. He felt his cock throbbing and jerking as it pressed against her soft, sweet, stomach. Marlena tried to squirm against him, arching her back to press into him further as she began to suck his tongue. John groaned as he pushed back into her, she sucked his tongue as well as she sucked his cock he thought as he pulled away from her. He knew she was trying to do things her way again. The elevator arrived at the garage and again John took Marlena by the arm and led her to a waiting limousine where the driver stood waiting with the door open, greeting them with a smile, "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Black, your chariot awaits."

Marlena crawled in ahead of John; the scent of fresh flowers caught her attention as a beautiful bouquet of lilacs came into view. Soft music was playing a freshly chilled bottle of champagne sat next to a pair of glasses. Marlena smiled at John, "How long have you been planning this?" John grinned sheepishly at Marlena, "I just thought it up this afternoon." He'd been thinking about this since the last time they'd played this game, plotting his revenge. The limo pulled out of the garage and they were off. Marlena could see that it would be dark soon as she gazed out the window of the limousine trying to guess where they were going from the direction they were heading.

"Stop trying to figure out where we're going and turn around here." John spoke softly and Marlena smiled as she felt a tingle and a twinge in her crotch. She turned around and looked seductively at John then giggled, "You know me so well." John smiled devilishly, yes, he did know her very well and he knew just what buttons to push. "Why don't you sit back? Your dress looks a little tight around your legs, I think you should raise it up a bit, don't you?" Marlena looked at John then did as he wanted, sitting back she hiked the hem of her already too short dress up further, past the top of her stocking and then to her hips, revealing her panties. Marlena could smell her own arousal and she was a little embarrassed by just how wet her panties were and he hadn't even touched her yet. She knew John could smell her too. She knew it was one of his favorite scents in the entire world, she would laugh sometimes watching him after they'd made love, as he would bring his fingers to his nose and inhale the scent until he was forced to wash his hands.

John's eyes roamed the area now exposed to him. Her soft warm inner thigh, her panties, her pussy. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply for a moment, Marlena smiled and blushed. He opened his eyes and saw the knowing smile on her lips, she knew him well too. "Spread your legs a little, I wanna see." John's tone was soft but nonetheless demanding. Marlena's breathing grew quicker, her heart pounded; she spread her legs for him, causing the hem of her dress to rise even more. The cool air wafted over the moisture between her legs and made her gasp and shiver. John could see the goose pimple form and disappear and he could see the glint of the wetness that coated her inner thighs.

"Touch yourself Marlena." Her eyes snapped to look into his. "I want to watch you touch yourself. Don't you dare cum though." Marlena looked at John and swallowed hard. This was hard for her to do and John knew it. Masturbating for him embarrassed her, but it also made her hot. She loved the thrill of being so free to be as naughty as he wanted her to be and at times that could be very naughty indeed. She closed her eyes and let her hand slowly drift to her crotch. Spreading her legs a little wider she let a finger drag over her already swollen slick lips through the lacy material. John moved in for a closer look. "Pull the panties open, I want to look at your pussy while you masturbate." Marlena felt a jolt of electricity course through her body, her pussy quivering and twitching and growing wetter by the second. Reaching down she pulled them open, moaning as her fingers grazed her sensitive labia.

John stared in shock and amazement at what he saw before him. The lace fabric was pulled back to reveal Marlena's newly shaven pussy. His breath caught in his throat as he saw how red and puffy they were and he could see them glistening with her juices. "Oh Doc." Was all John could utter as he continued to stare. Marlena worried that maybe he didn't like it, she had intended it as a surprise yesterday but he'd fallen asleep before they could get around to things. She was almost glad in a way, the shock value worked better this way. "Do you like it John?" At this point it was all John could do to nod while he continued to stare, his cock straining against the zipper.

Marlena grinned and moved her hips a little to give John an even better view as she began to rub first her labia and thulliulling her lips back with one hand she rubbed her button with the other, then letting it slowly slide up and down her slit before returning to rub her aching clit again. John's hands went to his own crotch rubbing his aching member through his pants as he watched her fingers moving over her pussy. Hearing her moans made it even harder and he groaned. He could also hear just how wet she was and how wet this was making her. As she moved her fingers faster the wet noises were music to his ears. Marlena's hips rose and fell as she slipped a finger down and plunged it inside her dripping pussy repeatedly, then back to her clit. The rhythm was quickly pushing her to the edge and John could hear it in her moans and see it as her hips began to thrust faster.

"Stop!" John's bark brought Marlena out of her state and she pulled her fingers back. "Is something wrong?" "No cumming I said." John looked at the disappointment on her face, he knew that she was hoping to make it so hot that he would give in and let her cum, but nothing doing, not tonight. “Paybacks are a bitch.” He chuckled. He looked at her with an evil glint in his eye, "Lick your fingers. Lick them like you were licking my cock right now." Marlena didn't hesitate to put her fingers in her mouth and suck and lick them for both their enjoyment. She had grown accustomed to her own taste after all these years and didn't mind it, although she would much prefer to taste his instead or perhaps taste herself on him.

John watched with delight as she wrapped that talented tongue of her around her long, slim fingers and then plunged them in and out of her mouth, all the while looking directly at him. John grinned, "I wanna taste too." He opened his mouth and she slid her wet fingers inside. He sucked and savored each digit until the limo had stopped and the driver announced over the intercom, "We're here." "Give us a moment." John shot back as Marlena readjusted her dress and John greedily licked his lips. Opening the door John climbed out first and then helped Marlena out. "Oh, the Penthouse Grill, we haven't been here in ages." John smiled as he walked a few steps behind her, enjoying the view as they made their way to the elevators. John stood behind her, she could feel his hot breath against her neck, "Time for the jacket to come off Doc." She trembled. She had been hoping he'd forgotten about that and she could save her modesty, no such luck.


Chapter Three…coming soon