As she talked I was surprised by a revelation. Throughout the conversation, she had said little about her personal feelings so I was really surprised when she got quite personal and revealed that she was extremely jealous of a woman who was happily married and involved in the family life. Perhaps this was why she was so interested in my home life. My wife was a woman completely and solely wrapped up in the married domestic life.
Anyway, her interests in me and my family served to be very disarming. She seemed to truly want to know about my wife and home life. Three drinks and about an hour and half later we were still talking about my family and her drinks had me talking like a parrot. I had revealed all manner of personal things…like our two girls were all the family we were going to have. My wife and I were both in our early thirties and with the girls already well along in grade school…additional children were out of the question.
I was amazed at the details I had willingly revealed.
She then turned the conversation to the future. She opened a discussion about our plans for the future and specifically asked about my wife’s interests now that the girls were in school and she had more free time. Did I think my wife could remain contented at home as things moved forward and she had more free time? Was there a possibility that my wife would become active in the business world now that the girls were in school?
Sunny was having a hard time understanding the quiet life style of a woman at home, alone, all day. Volunteer work, library, fitness…she explored various possible activities that my wife might be enjoying or consider for the future; but one by one I eliminate each as an interest that my wife would pursue. My wife was just too shy and inhibited to get involved.
It came across me that during our conversations I was unintentionally revealing a deep family secret…my wife’s incapacitating shyness.
The truth is my wife has always been very limited by her shyness and inhibition. She has often told me that this has been true since her first recollections in early childhood. Her activity in public has been very limited by a fear of other people. She has very hard time in the company of anyone outside our family, particularly men.
Sunny seem very curious about this problem. She asked several questions and I tried to answer as accurately as possible. I knew it was impossible to understand how anyone could be so inhibited, but Sunny was trying. It was more than just curiosity, she actually had empathy. Honest concern; even though I was sure my de***********ion seemed unbelievable to a woman as outgoing and social as Sunny.
What a wonderful hostess…time had passed swiftly…our conversations had been delightful…and I was ready to return home with the first draft of the agreement. Getting these services for my company had bothered me for months. It felt good to have a contract in hand. This was a winner of an evening. Things could not have gone better.
A guilt feeling passed me for a moment. When I arrived, Sunny’s black gown and general demeanor had causes me to think she might be trying to entice me personally to add to the appeal of her business contract. Now I realized that was a very inaccurate assessment; her personal interests in me included my wife and family. Sunny was a straight up as a person could be; a good honest lady who liked people and really wanted to get to know her clients.
We finished our conversation and said good night seated at the conference table in the office. Sunny stood to show me out, but as I stood, I stumbled forward, with a wave of dizziness. I braced myself against the table, feeling unable to move further without falling. Sunny looked at me with concern as I struggled to return to my seat. I was completely disoriented; long hours of work, a late evening, little food, and the alcohol had done me in.
Sometime later I found myself resting on her bed…how I got there I will never know. I was fully dressed, flat on my back. Sunny was seated on the edge of the bed beside me where she was attending to me. One after the other, she was applying cool compresses to my fore head while at the same time she was gently massaging my shoulders and neck.
She would lean over me closely as she gently applied pressures to my neck on either side. She was very close…she smelled good…this fragrance was everywhere… a strange exotic perfume. I did not stir, I tried to show no sign of returning consciousness; this was so comfortable, it felt so good.
My mind seemed to be clearing a little, perhaps I could stand, but I was not anxious to move. I would test my ability later. I need more rest. I knew full well it was an excuse, but my incapacitation gave me justification to be beneath her in this strange erotic world described by her black gown draped down around me.
Her eyes had changed considerably since the conference table; beautiful yet strong, and dominate; they said “lie still, relax, I am in charge, enjoy the moment”.
She turned away to get another compress and as she did I released the top button of my shirt. She had removed my tie earlier…this would give her better access to my shoulders. As she turned back, it was obvious she noticed, her hands came back down to resume the massage, and as she did, she opened the remaining buttons, one at a time. Her warm hand now found my flesh; her touch was remarkable. Carefully, ever so gently, she manipulated the muscles in my neck and shoulders and then down to my chest. I was frozen in place. Her black gown came down around me like a dark mysterious cocoon.
I can never remember being so fully relaxed. I just could not make myself move. Finally she leaned down, gave my forehead a motherly kiss, and smiled,
“You seem to be fully recovered, let’s see if you have your motor skills back. It’s getting later; you need to be on your way.”
Driving back home…off and on all night…and into the office the next morning…my mind would frequently jump back to Sunny’s bed. There was something I could not get a handle on; something that was so captivating; something absolutely new to me. I just could not get a handle on it. She had been in complete control of me as I laid there on her bed. She was in charge; she knew it; I knew it. She knew I was enraptured by the control she manifested over me. I was caught up in the submissive role she had placed me in. This was scary.
I have always been a control freak. I have always liked close control over everything in my life, but there, with Sunny, the role was completely reversed. I had never been in a situation like that before in my life. A woman physically in charge of me!
Without further review, I signed her contracts, and had them returned to her early in the day. I even went so far as to send them by courier. She was definitely the woman I wanted doing my promotional work.
With this decision behind me, I plunged into my normal office routine, only to find that ever so frequently my mind wandered to her bed and the vulnerable position I had been in beneath her. The style of perfume she wore would make a wonderful gift for my wife. The day moved along swiftly, things were going great with my company. I have always been a dedicated hard working executive; I have poured my life into this business and my family.
Looking back, my daydreaming was understandable. My event with Sunny had been so unusual. I had been married close to ten years…no other romantic experiences in my life…I had never been so close and so intimate with another woman. It was easy to understand why Sunny’s tender care had affected me a bit. Something about her was captivating, mysterious, and very unusual. This was not a sexual interest, a desire for a fling; it was much different; so complicated.
I was shocked out of my daydream by the phone. It was late afternoon; Sunny calling to enquire about the contract and any changes that might be necessary. I felt a certain pleasure in being able to tell her that not only was there no changes but the contracts were already signed and back to her office. She expressed her pleasure and our conversation ended with a commitment to meet in my office for an initial planning meeting within two weeks. She needed time to clean up a couple other accounts and put together the first phase of her activities for my business. That timing was fine for my business schedule, but I was personally disappointed at the possibility of not seeing her sooner.
Chapter Two
Sunny’s Invitation
Imagine my delight when a short time later she called back to invite my wife and I to a party at her place. Friday night…just a small group of her friends…drinks, a light dinner and good conversation. She knew we would both find interesting people to chat with and she would try to make it an enjoyable evening. It sounded like a fun time; I promised to talk to my wife and get back quickly.
The next day I called Sunny, without even talking to my wife and accepted the invitation. I accepted unilaterally because I knew there would be considerable reluctance from my wife and I did not want to wait for the outcome of a discussion with my wife…I wanted to go to the party.
I knew I had a lot of work to do if I was going to convince my wife to attend. The idea of a party at a stranger’s home would be terribly unsettling for her. Just the idea of meeting strangers was terrifying, let alone in a party atmosphere. My wife was not the party type…period!
As soon as an opportunity presented itself I needed to begin convincing her to go with me. My argument would be that Sunny was now an important supplier to my company and a supplier I wanted her to know. She had to go. It would just not be right for me to go alone after the invitation had specifically invited both of us.
I knew it would take lots of conversation and coxing to convince her to accompany me. I worked up to the subject very carefully; made my strongest logical arguments; and finally after several attempts I got just the slightest signs of capitulation on her part.
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