Kylie’s Power Playdate
She turned a fantasy of her husband’s into reality and discovered her center of power.
Kylie grinned as her husband’s question came through the smart phone sounding tortured, like a knife was twisting into his gut.
“Why isn’t he there yet?” asked Ryan.
Kylie sounded like she simply wasn’t interested. “Who knows?” She spoke low and seductively. “Maybe he got cold feet and I’ll have to sit here all alone, smiling at the guys walking by.”
Ryan took a breath and Kylie noticed it was the same way he inhaled when aroused, long and slow with air filling his chest while thoughts raced through his imagination. It was like he became so full that he couldn’t speak.
“Hey, Babe, are you sure you don’t want to do face time when he arrives?” She broke the silence.
“No, that’s fine. Just text me when he shows up. If he shows up.”
“All right, sweetheart.” Kylie felt like a phone sex operator, teasing her caller. “I’m sure he’ll show and when he does, I’ll snuggle up to him just like we talked about.”
“Okay.” Ryan gasped and then hung up.
He sounded far more nervous than she was. Kylie laughed. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Here she was, sitting alone in an Old Town tavern near three of the most infamous nightclubs in the city. Ryan was the one who was home — all alone. Just like they planned.
Politics is power, mused Kylie, as a random thought from her college years floated into her thoughts. She smiled. And so is sex. Relationships are filled with politics.
She sipped her wine and snuggled against the velvet covering of the lounge’s corner booth. Ryan had wanted her to meet another guy and tell him all about it. It was during a transition that switched their relationship from his preferences to hers.
Where had it happened she couldn’t quite identify. Early in their marriage, he usually got his way. He suggested the movies for a night out and she went along.
He pawed at her a few nights a week after going to bed which wasn’t bad, but he gave her little attention throughout the days and weeks. He didn’t have any idea that she was lacking.
One night, after slipping out of her clothes and sliding naked under the covers she turned to him and nuzzled his neck. He was reading and Kylie reached for his chest, running her hand over him while kissing him slowly.
She touched him slowly along his chest, tummy, and thighs. She held her hand on the inside of his legs and paused while she reached up, circled his nipples and then pinched them lightly before flicking her tongue over them. She teased him and a spark like electricity flowed through her.
He lay still like he had been hit by a cement truck filled with an array of sensations that he had never imagined.
Ryan was responding to her touch as she took control. She cupped his balls and held his cock firmly in her grip. He moaned and let his book tumble onto the nightstand and then moved further beneath the sheets.
She kissed him slowly as she nuzzled his ears and didn’t move her hand but let him buck. She released her grip without warning and he moaned.
Fuck, yeah. I decide if he comes or not.
She gripped his cock again and pressed her body against his while rhythmically stroking his cock. His breathing increased, his body stiffened and when she let go he gave release with his orgasm.
A ruined one. The kind she had dreamed of giving. Not one that was full and deep inside her. This one would leave him wanting. She stroked his cock again and loved the look in his eyes.
Power was intoxicating.
It happened again and after some months of Ryan responding to her touch he brought up a topic that had been on her mind.
“Would you ever want to have a date with another guy?” His words were nervous and halting.
She asked what he meant and they discussed it. He wanted to see her with someone else, a man who knew what he wanted.
“You mean,” she asked, “a man who would dominate me?”
Ryan nodded. She kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Great minds work in synchronicity.”
As a couple, they scanned online profiles in the naughtiest dating sites and corresponded with dozens of men before settling on a guy who was slightly taller than Ryan. His firm jaw and bold gaze exuded confidence.
During his many messages with Kylie during the next few weeks, she could tell he wasn’t arrogant. Definitely sexual, but not demeaning. He expressed an understanding of her relationship with Ryan and his desire to see her with another man.
The plan was to meet at the Duboir Pub in Old Town. That night after getting home from work, she slipped into bikini briefs covered by a silky dress with a seductive slit up the side.
She gave Ryan a firm instruction. “No touching yourself.”
“That’s fine,” he agreed.
She left home as excited as her husband and made her way to the booth they had reserved.
Several minutes after she hung up with Ryan and recalling the events that led to the evening, he walked through the door and made his way to her table.
Kylie slipped out from behind the table and stood. “Devon?”
He smiled. “Glad you recognized me.” Instead of reaching to shake hands, he held his arms slightly apart and she stepped into a light embrace.
He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before motioning for her to sit again. She slid into the booth and the slit of her dress curled up, exposing her thigh.
“Lovely.” He noticed and sat.
“I hope you approve.” She made a half turn, revealing the low cut dress.
“You have a beautiful smile.”
She laughed. “My smile, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
A server came by, took his order for a drink and then left.
Devon continued. “A smile and eye contact displays confidence, friendliness, and a willingness to connect.”
“I’m impressed,” Kylie remarked. She noticed a pulsing between her legs as Devon accepted his drink from the server.
He asked her more questions about Ryan and their dynamics as a couple. Rather than mocking, he spoke about Ryan in an understanding tone. “Women can terrify us men, especially someone like yourself who’s so poised and relaxed.”
Kylie tossed her head with a giggle. “Do I terrify you?”
He snuggled against her wrapped one arm around her torso and teased with a touch of her breast. “No.” He spoke firmly. His other hand traveled from her knee, up her thigh and felt the inside of her legs. “I want you to do something for me.”
“What?” Kylie’s mind was wild with anticipation.
“Slip off your panties and give them to me?”
She glanced up, wondering where the restroom was but he held her firmly. She caught her breath. “You mean here?”
“Yes.” He whispered reassuringly. “Who’s going to notice in light this soft? And if they do, don’t you think it’s a fantasy they would enjoy living out?”
Kylie slipped her hands beneath her dress, thankful for the slit and keep a sharp eye out while she tried to act unconcerned, as though pulling off her underwear for a man she just met was a quite natural thing to do.
“Here you are,” she handed her briefs and he took them, running his fingers along the fabric with a look of satisfaction. “Will I ever see them again?”
He shrugged. “Maybe you’ll see something nicer some day. That is, if we click.” He folded them and placed them in his jeans pocket.
She laughed. “I don’t pull off my panties for a man if I don’t feel he clicks with me.”
“You sound in charge,” Devon sipped his wine and touched Kylie’s breast again, pinching her nipples just enough to elicit a few gasps and then letting his grip relax. He smiled. “Let’s take a walk.”
He left a hefty bill on the table to cover drinks and a generous tip, then led her outside into the evening. They strolled past the store windows chattering about the town and what they liked about it. They approached a darkened corner, an alleyway, and held her tightly. “I hope to see you again.”
“I would like that.” She looked up, pursed her lips and as he kissed her he squeezed her ass and then spanked her once. The swat felt good as the burn made its way into her flesh. “Oh, my God.” She buried her face in his chest. “I want more.”
“In due time. Now, this is what I want you to do with Ryan when you get home.” He whispered instructions to her, gave her a sweet kiss and walked her to her car parked in the municipal lot a few blocks away.
“Good night,” he waved as she drove off.
Ryan was reading, propped up against the headboard of their bed as she walked in. “How was he?” He looked up.
Kylie smiled and lifted her dress. “Do you see anything?”
“You’re naked?”
“So observant.” She walked slowly to her husband and undid her dress so that it fell to the floor.
“Did he finger you? Fuck you?”
“He left me wanting more.” She repeated the words just as Devon had instructed her and then she reached for Ryan’s cock, feeling it through his jeans. “Get naked for me.”
He did with an almost fearful look in his eyes.
“Lie down.”
He obeyed and Kylie straddled his cock, taking him deep inside her pussy and groaning as she closed her eyes as Devon told her and imagined what it would be like to take him inside her.
She rode Ryan, holding the edge of the headboard, rising and falling as though he were a horse on a fucking Merry Go Round carousel. Rising and falling.
He groaned.
“Don’t come yet.” She snapped.
He winced and thrust slowly.
She enjoy the slow grind of her hips against him. “Now, do it. Fucking do it.”
He thrust harder and Devon’s face flashed in her mind. His smile. The power of his eyes.
Ryan had his orgasm and she reached for her clit, stroking and rubbing as she longed for Devon and enjoyed the power she held over her husband. An erotic object. Her fuck toy. The waves that crashed through her were strong and powerful. She cried out and then her body softened, going limp and falling into a heap next to her quiet Ryan.
He reached for her and pulled her close. Her lips met his and she kissed him. “This was incredible.”
“Him? The evening?” He sounded uncertain.
“Him. You. Everything.” She kissed Ryan, running her tongue inside his mouth as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. She had taken control of Ryan and he yielded to another man taking control of her.
Politics was power, Kylie smiled as she lay down to sleep. And so was sex. So fucking powerful.
The second story, that of Kylie and Ryan preparing to meet Devon, is here:
The third story, when Devon dominates both Kylie and Ryan: