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listened, he hoped to make her come so many times that she would virtually pass
out. Was it even possible? He wanted to find out.
    Besides…he was her Dominant for the night. It was up to
him how many orgasms she had. He had memorized a number of Dom commands as per
Kurt Nielsen the guy in 'Carmen's New York Romance,' as well as André
Chevalier in, 'Elizabeth's Erotic Bondage.'
    Frank had a step-by-step scene planned. Wendy was going
to be off balance and busy all night long.
    Grinning all the way home, Frank's jaw felt sore from
smiling. Whatever happened tonight, they were both going to have some serious fun.
    ~~~
    Wendy hung up the phone with a thrill of exhilaration
running through her.
    Perfect, she decided, her jaw
tight with resolve. I'm going to dress up and even wear the garter belt, and
stockings I bought to surprise Frank. Tonight when we have sex, I am going to
tell him what I want. By God I'm going to be honest and brave and make him
understand.

8. Date Night
    The Broadmoor luxury hotel and resort was THE place to go
in Colorado Springs. It had 700 rooms, 18 restaurants and cafes, 3 golf
courses, tennis courts, and a world-class spa. The Penrose Room was the only
Five-Diamond dining in all of Colorado. A popular conference destination for business
and government officials, it was often fully booked.
    When Frank got home he showered, used a bit of sandalwood
cologne and dressed in a tux. Women responded well to scent, he had read. Frank
had intended to shave, too, with his moderate five o'clock shadow, but Wendy stopped
him.
    "Don't shave," she said with a saucy wink as
she swept by him in the bathroom, head up and hips swinging. "I like a bit
of stubble."
    "Is that right?" Frank said, unable to take his
eyes off her.
    That dress Wendy was wearing was super sexy, and the way
she strutted in those three inch heels made his gut tighten. What the hell?
Were his elevated sexual vibes transferring to her? Clearly his wife was on
board with his preparations for an evening of seduction.
    Wendy had left her hair down, but had put an enticing
wave in it. Frank wanted to see that hair of hers fanned out on a pillow as he fucked
her, or perhaps hanging over her breasts while she had those red lips of hers
around his cock. He was in control tonight and he wanted that. Frank had the
command memorized from one of those books: "Take it, take it all."
    That was all he had to say when he sprayed his cum down
her throat. Frank wasn't sure if he had to nerve to order it. Would Wendy be
willing to swallow when she had never done so before?
    The muscles of his jaw clenched and his balls tightened.
    "What is it, Frank?" Wendy asked after pausing
on the threshold of the bathroom doorway.
    Frank found that he was hardly able to speak his throat
felt so thick. "The way you look tonight, sweetheart," he paused and
shook his head. "I'll try to hold back, but I'm afraid that you're going
to have trouble walking tomorrow."
    Wendy raised her eyebrows. "Frank!" she said,
shocked. Yet there was a flush of pleasure from this statement, too.
    Dressed and ready, Frank opened the car door. With care
and attention he guided his wife into the car with one hand on her elbow and
one on her wrist. Wendy gracefully got into the passenger seat. Frank had read
that of all the senses, touch was one of the most important for women. They
loved the intimate feel of skin on skin as well as extended kissing and caressing
all over, not just breasts and genitals.
    Touch apparently helped a woman tune into sensation and
turn off thoughts so that they could climax more easily. Frank intended to have
his hands, and lips and mouth on his wife all night long.
    Wendy was wearing a classy red strapless evening dress
that accentuated every one of her beautiful curves. A Versace shawl and three
inch open-toed heels finished the outfit. As it was October, they wouldn't be
able to dance outside on the patio. The temperature this time of year often
dropped below freezing