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I’m not sure I’m totally happy with this part. I’ve reworked the original version a bit but I’m getting bitten by the writing bug again and don’t want to spend too long on my old stories when I can be working on new stuff.
There was a part 4 so I’ll try to finish this off first.
Thank you for all your kind comments.
Sarah’s Game – Part 3
It had been the worst weeks of James’s life, Unable to concentrate at work, totally bewildered by what was happening, unsure how to respond. Strangely though, despite his confusion he seemed to be constantly aroused. Sarah always finding the right buttons to press. Ensuring he was always totally focused on her. A suggestive comment, a passing touch, a knowing smile as she seemed to revel in his discomfort. He wanted his wife more than ever before but Sarah would not allow it.
‘Better to wait”. she explained. “Better for both of us. More exciting this way, waiting. The anticipation, it gives things an edge. You’ll see”.
James found himself doing everything he could to please her, hoping she would relent just once. The considerate loving husband. Demonstrating how much he loved her, hoping this would all stop, go back to how it was before.
Conversely, Sarah thought it had been the best week of her life. Never had she had so much fun. Never been this aroused, this hot. She felt so much in control, dictating events. James following her around like an adoring puppy. Sarah pretending she didn”t notice him, feigning indifference. In reality though loving the attention, the devotion, feeling his need and denying him. A new side of her she had never explored, new experiences, so much power.
By the time Saturday came Sarah was dizzy with excitement, this had to be special, everything just right, her way. A lazy day at first, Sarah relaxing, James on edge. He was trying so hard to please, waiting on his wife hand and foot, so attentive. Late in the afternoon Sarah suggested he should get in the shower first.
“I want plenty of time to get ready for tonight”, she explained.
The first time ‘tonight’ had been mentioned. It felt like a punch in the stomach to James. The waiting nearly over and his vague hope that this would all go away disappearing.
As he finished drying his hair he looked up to see his wife leaning against the door frame watching him with an amused smile. Despite his feeling of helplessness a week of constant teasing and denial meant he was erect.
“That”s nice honey, I’m glad you’re excited for me, I like that, it’s cute”.
Sarah moved towards him and gently stroked his cock, giggling as he trembled under her touch.
“Stay naked for me now, I want to watch you, see what this does to you. I want you to be part of this, help me get ready, will you do that for me”?
James nodded, feeling himself sinking, losing control. The whole thing seemed almost surreal and all he could do was to go with the ride.
“Good boy, run along now while I get in the bath”, Sarah looked down at her husbands erection, “and no touching that, it looks like it’s ready to go off any minute” she giggled, “just go and kneel in the bedroom and wait i’ll call when I need you”.
James walked dejectedly into the bedroom as he heard the taps running and the door closing behind him. He felt defeated, totally lost. Everything in the room reminded him of his wife. He could smell her perfume, see her clothes in the wardrobe. Her underwear drawer was slightly open and he felt a lump rise in his throat as he saw the flimsy, silky things kept there. In his mind he could see Sarah wearing them, but for Peter, not him. He looked away, desperately trying to dispel the images but it was hopeless. All that kept running through his head was that he was second best, Sarah had made it clear, it must be true.
He was still there, obediently kneeling, naked, still hard, when Sarah came in from the shower.
She was wearing her black silk kimono. She sat at the dressing table as she dried her hair then started applying her makeup. Totally ignoring his presence but secretly watching her husband in the mirror. Loving the way his sad eyes followed every movement. Crossing her legs, leaning back so he could see how hard her nipples were against the sheer material. So easy to control him, to hurt him, her plaything.
Eventually she turned to look at him. “Look at you, so sweet, knowing your true place, just how I like you”
James couldn’t bring himself to speak. Just sat watching as she took so much care over her preparations. Not for him, for Peter.
The lipstick was the worst, leaning forward, carefully applying the deep red colour, pursing her lips. Her eyes met his in the mirror, a knowing smile, her tongue running over the glossy surface, a kiss blown mockingly in his direction.
The finished effect was stunning, Turning away from the mirror, Sarah glanced to the underwear drawer and back to her husband’s worried face.
“Choose something for me, something sexy. something you think he’ll like”.
Sarah smiled, pleased with him, as without argument James walked, almost trancelike, over to the drawer and started sorting through the skimpy under things. He chose his favourite. Sarah knew he would, knew he was past fighting. Tiny black silky thong, half cut bra, suspender belt to match and sheer stockings.
Sarah stood in front of her husband, so close, almost touching. “Good choice darling”, her eyes fixed to his as she slowly undid the belt of her robe and allowed it to drop to the floor.
“Now dress me for him, for a better man, exactly how you’d like me but for him. I’d really like that”
It was the hottest thing ever. Her husband, naked on his knees before her, pulling her panties up, his face level with her crotch. He couldn’t help himself, leaning forward, trying to kiss her there through the silky material. Her hand laid gently on his head, stopping him just short.
“No, not tonight. It’s not for you is it honey? It’s for a real man not the second best”.
James, standing behind her now, fastening her bra strap and suspender belt with shaking fingers. Sarah giggling as she reached back and gently stroked and tickled, urging him on. Showing her appreciation of his obedience, pleased with him. Then, on his knees again, smoothing her stockings, making her perfect. Anything to please, anything she wanted.
His favourite dress, so sexy. It almost broke his heart to zip it up for her. A black satin, mid thigh, cocktail dress. Low cut at the front. Skin tight. Suspender straps visible through the tight material. Then the shoes, high stilettos.
Sarah looked down at her husband, she knew from his position he could see her stocking and tight panties beneath her short dress and she knew he couldn’t help but look. She giggled at his pained expression.
“Think he’ll like”? She asked softly’
A sad, resigned nod.
Sarah smiled to herself, a week ago he was her strong, confident, self assured husband, now reduced to a weak, pathetic shell of his previous self, obsessed with pleasing her whatever the cost. She was filled with pride, aware now of the power she held. Things would never be the same, poor James, she thought, he had no idea what his future holds.
James, still kneeling felt himself close to breaking, tears welling in his eyes. “Sarah please ….” he started to beg. One final plea, one last chance to change this.
“Shhh, too late now. It’s what I want, You don’t have a choice anymore. You”ll get used to this, find a way to accept it. You don’t know it yet but you will. You’ll see”.
Resigned to his fate, shoulders slumped. So hot for her to see.
Sarah turned away from him, inspected the final effect in the mirror. Pleased with what she saw, pleased with him.
“it’s time honey, i’m ready now. Run along and get dressed then bring the car round to the front. One final thing for you to do, the ultimate sacrifice. Deliver me to the better man”
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