FOLLOW MY RULES – PART I

ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY TO HELP YOU SLEEP A LITTLE SOUNDER…

You study them both with curious eyes. She is adorable, a little older than you, but with a youthful glow and energy that makes you like her. He is harder to read. You aren’t sure if he is nervous, angry, or just doesn’t know how to act. Deciding he must just be uncomfortable, you lose a little respect for him and even more desire. Turning back to her, she looks at you, smiles broadly and lets out a giggle. With each minute, she is becoming giddy and more beautiful.

You lean back in the maroon leather chair and let your hand finger the stem of your martini glass. “This is what I’d like to do tonight,” you state with an authority that surprises you. “I’m ready to go home with you both, if you follow my rules.”

“Tonight?” Her voice is full of eagerness. “I thought you said you just wanted to meet us tonight. I didn’t know you’d want to…” Her voice trails off and she looks at her husband.

“What are your rules,” he asks with a gruff voice. Obviously, he is not used to someone else leading the game. Or, maybe, he has never been challenged by a women. She seems like the type who lets him make decisions and his unease makes you feel even more in control.

Speaking slowly, with a voice no mortal could resist, you say, “I’ll come home with you both, but this is the scenario I envision.” You look right into his eyes, “I want the two of us to destroy her together.”

“Destroy me?” She lets out an involuntary gasp and blushes.

“Yes. I want to him and I to take turns making you come over and over again.”

“That sounds wonderful!” A lock of black curly hair falls into her eyes and she is more desirable than in the pictures she sent online.

“What are your rules,” he asks again, sensing a threat.

You don’t like him which makes this easy for you. Sure, he is probably a great guy for her – she seems to love him or at least likes to say she does – and he is attractive in a tough guy kind of way, but being his lover is utterly unappealing. “You are not allowed to touch me and I am not allowed to touch you. She can touch both of us and we both can touch her. Those are my rules.”

There is a silence while she looks at him wondering if he is hurt. But you know men a little better than she does, or you think you do. You have thrown down a glove and are asking him if he is man enough to accept your challenge. Will he duel to see who can please this dark-haired beauty more?

A wry smile crosses his face and for a second, you see the handsomeness she must see. “If my wife agrees to the rules, I will agree.”
She is surprised to be the final vote in this proposition. “Are you sure,” she asks him quietly, “because we do not have to…”

You love seeing how awkward you have made them and it emboldens you. “This deal is only good tonight. I can’t predict how I’ll feel tomorrow.”

A look of anger mixed with curiosity flashes across his face but you are not scared. Feeling like you are able to predict every one of his emotional reactions, you smile. They are both yours and for a night, you will own them. You know it even before he nods and says to his wife, “It’s up to you.”

“It could be fun, right?”

“It will be fun for you,” he says, but there is no jealousy or malice in his voice. He understands that this encounter will not be the threesome they imagined or hoped for, but the rules are creating a newer dynamic that might be hotter than any fantasy. He smiles that almost-handsome smile once more and looks right into your eyes. “Don’t think you can please her better than I can, because if you do, it will be a disappointing night for you.”

“I am not worried about being disappointed at all.” You pick up her hands across the café table and take her index finger into your mouth, your eyes on his the entire time. In the middle of the darkened, crowded room, you begin sucking her finger in and out, saying to him with your eyes, “You won’t get to feel these lips on you tonight.” She lets out a muffled moan and he takes her other hand. Placing his hand in her lap under the table, you soon realize he is under her skirt and touching her as you toy with her finger. No one else in the restaurant seems to notice.

Her eyes show panic; being out in a public establishment and being sexually overtaken, frightens her. “This is so nice, but can we pay and go?” Her voice is breathy and nervous.

“Not until you come,” he commands with a lifted eyebrow. He wants to make her come first, even if it means bringing her to a climax in a public place.

This annoys you and you remove her finger from your mouth. “Let me watch,” you say. “I’ll play lookout.”

You are in the back corner of the café and even though the tables are filled with people, your back does conceal them from the other patrons. His arm moves faster, and shakes the table at times. You aren’t particularly interested in what he is doing to her, but her face is fascinating to you. Trying to resist, wanting to succumb, embarrassed and scared she’ll be discovered, overwhelmed with desire and a passion to break all the rules – she is the most beautifully conflicted creature you have seen.

Soon the shaking moves up her body and her shoulders begin to rock, her breaths are quicker, less controlled and her eyes close. Lost in the vibration of his hands, she is in another world, until a large shudder shakes her whole body and the table and you have to catch your drink.

Soon she is quiet and her body is still, again. He withdraws his hand and smiles at you, silently asking, “Can you make her come that fast?”

He thinks he has control again, and you don’t like this. “Put your fingers in her mouth,” you command. “I want her to taste herself.”

Looking at you with a competitive eye, he places two fingers in her mouth and she sucks at them hungrily. His eyes stay on you.

“Shall we get the check,” you say, pleased to be in a powerful place once again. “I think it’s time to take this girl home.”

With his left hand he signals for the check, while his right two fingers remain buried in her lips. By challenging him, he has lost all sense of where he is. If you pushed him a little more, he may just fuck her right on the table.

Smiling, you cannot wait to see what this night will bring.

XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTICA BY BLISS WARRIOR:
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES

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