Forbidden Echoes: A Night of Need

Debbie’s voice rose as she talked with her husband over the phone. “Seriously, Fred?”

“I’m afraid so, sweetie. I’ve got to work late tonight. Sorry.”

“But you promised tonight would be ours. I was so looking forward to this evening.”

Fred remained quiet for a moment before responding. “I know honey. And I’m extremely sorry. I’ll make it up to you later.”

Debbie growled. “You don’t think I’m important anymore. You don’t love me!” Then she slammed the phone down on the bar as she hung up.

How could he treat her like this? Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to make sense of things. Was he cheating on her? While she would tend to dismiss such a thought immediately, this was a red flag. A girlfriend’s husband cheated by always saying he had to work late when all the while, he was secretly seeing another woman. It had only happened with Fred for the last three nights. Could he be seeing another woman? The thought made her shutter.

Her phone rang. Fred’s name popped up on the screen. But she didn’t want to talk to him in this condition, so she refused to answer the phone. Then she noticed that the number he called from was from the office, not his cell phone. She grabbed a tissue and attempted to dry up her wet eyes. Yes, he was at the office, not at some slut’s house.

“But why won’t he come to be with me for one evening?” They hadn’t spent much time together since the kids were born. But a seminar at Church on marriage had emphasized how important it was that a husband and wife make the time to spend with each other. “You can’t take care of the kids if you aren’t taking care of your spouse,” was the catchphrase of the speakers.

So, Fred and Debbie had decided to make a go of spending more time together. Tonight was meant to be their first event, and now it was a bust.

A rap on the door brought her back to reality. She straightened her blouse and blew her nose before proceeding to the door. Upon opening it, she saw a chauffeur standing before her, with a big box wrapped in red with a giant silver bow on top. It was the last thing she ever expected to see. “Uh, can I help you?”

The chauffeur held out the box to her. “I’ve been told to convey the following message: Put this on, nothing but what’s in this box. Then come to the limousine parked in front of your house, and you will be driven to meet a long-time admirer.”

She stared at the box. Was this legit? Who was this “long-time admirer”? Could it be Fred? If not him, who? Would she be cheating on Fred to go with this guy? She pondered her options.

“Well, ma’am, what shall I tell the gentleman who sent me to you? Do I return empty-handed?”

Debbie held up a finger to indicate ‘wait a moment.’ Then she hit upon her answer. To decline would screw up Fred’s plan — and boy, was this some plan — if he were behind this. If it weren’t Fred, once the admirer revealed himself, she would have to politely decline and let him know she thought her husband set this up. She held out her hand. “Thank you. I’ll take the box and be out shortly.”

She quickly took the box back to her bedroom. She unwrapped it as if it were Christmas, ripping the paper and bow off, and opened the box. She reached in to pull out a thin, black, short-skirted dress. A deep neckline ran to about midway between breast and belly-button. Black lace adorned the edges of the cuffs and bottom of the skirt. Once she had discarded her clothes, she slid the one-piece dress over her naked body. She examined herself in the mirror; a sexy girl stood there, eyes glued on her. She pulled the dress as far down her legs as she could. It appeared barely to cover her bare butt. Surely there were some panties in here somewhere.

She rummaged through the box, only finding a pair of high-heeled, black slippers. “I can’t go out in this. Can I?” While the thought of running around in front of who-knows-how-many people in this outfit dredged up some fear of someone seeing something they shouldn’t, it also fired off a sense of excitement. How many times had she fantasized about this? But she had never told anyone — except for Fred.

She smiled. All of this had to be Fred’s doing. That sly angel of a man! She shoved thoughts of who might see what out of her mind, slid her feet into the slippers, and headed for the door. He loved her, after all. She’d have to get him back for the anguish he’d put her through. For tonight, however, she would enjoy this. She rubbed her pussy, and wetness covered her fingers. She licked them then leaned over so that most of her breasts peeked through the gaps created.

She grabbed her cell phone and clicked out a picture of herself. She knew Fred would love this, so she sent him a text of her decked out in the skimpy outfit, the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out from beneath the skirt and all but her nipples in full view through the dress. She added the words to her text: Hey, big boy, I’m coming to cum!”

Her finger hovered over the send button. What if it weren’t him who had sent it? Well, she figured, he would enjoy the sight nonetheless. She hit the send button and waited. All he sent back was the emoticon of a face with its tongue hanging out and its eyes all wacky. She giggled. If nothing else, she might have lit a spark in him enough to have him come racing home.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the door. As the chauffeur led her to the car and opened the door for her to get in, she said a quick prayer of thanksgiving if it was Fred, and the will power to say “no” if it wasn’t. As she sat in the vehicle, velvet-soft upholstery greeted her bare butt. She pushed her fingers down into the cleft of her pussy. Her mouth opened in a silent expression of pleasure as her finger brushed around her clit. It was only a taste of what was to come that evening. She rose to a climax as the limousine hit the Interstate, and they both sped toward their separate goals.

The limo pulled up in front of a mansion — or a very big house, at least. The chauffeur stopped the car at the front door and exited the vehicle to open her door. He pointed toward the door. “Your secret admirer is inside.”

Debbie stepped out of the limousine, taking in all that she saw. The white rock-faced building stood tall and ancient. White pillars propped up an overhang on the front porch. She could easily imagine this existed as a southern plantation house in the 1800s.

She shook her head. Either her husband had some good friends, or he had tucked away some money without telling her. Otherwise, it wasn’t Fred waiting inside. Debbie began to feel uneasy that the latter could be true. But she had gone this far, and she didn’t want to disappoint Fred if he were waiting in there. So she reached out and turned the knob. The door opened.

Once inside, the darkness struck her as mysterious. It grew even darker when she shut the door behind her, though her eyes began to adjust momentarily. She scanned the area as best she could. “Hello? Fred?”

The silhouette of a man crossed to her. Then a hand stroked her face. She gasped and fought the urge to jump away.

“Fred, is that you?” she whispered.

The man didn’t answer, but traced his finger from her cheek, down her neck, and over the thin material covering her braless breast.

She turned away and headed for the door. A rap on the door brought her back to reality. She straightened her blouse and blew her nose before proceeding to the door. Upon opening it, she saw a chauffeur standing before her, with a big box wrapped in red with a giant silver bow on top. It was the last thing she ever expected to see. “Uh, can I help you?”

The chauffeur held out the box to her. “I’ve been told to convey the following message: Put this on, nothing but what’s in this box. Then come to the limousine parked in front of your house, and you will be driven to meet a long-time admirer.”

She stared at the box. Was this legit? Who was this “long-time admirer”? Could it be Fred? If not him, who? Would she be cheating on Fred to go with this guy? She pondered her options.

“Well, ma’am, what shall I tell the gentleman who sent me to you? Do I return empty-handed?”

Debbie held up a finger to indicate ‘wait a moment.’ Then she hit upon her answer. To decline would screw up Fred’s plan — and boy, was this some plan — if he were behind this. If it weren’t Fred, once the admirer revealed himself, she would have to politely decline and let him know she thought her husband set this up. She held out her hand. “Thank you. I’ll take the box and be out shortly.”

She quickly took the box back to her bedroom. She unwrapped it as if it were Christmas, ripping the paper and bow off, and opened the box. She reached in to pull out a thin, black, short-skirted dress. A deep neckline ran to about midway between breast and belly-button. Black lace adorned the edges of the cuffs and bottom of the skirt. Once she had discarded her clothes, she slid the one-piece dress over her naked body. She examined herself in the mirror; a sexy girl stood there, eyes glued on her. She pulled the dress as far down her legs as she could. It appeared barely to cover her bare butt. Surely there were some panties in here somewhere.

She rummaged through the box, only finding a pair of high-heeled, black slippers. “I can’t go out in this. Can I?” While the thought of running around in front of who-knows-how-many people in this outfit dredged up some fear of someone seeing something they shouldn’t, it also fired off a sense of excitement. How many times had she fantasized about this? But she had never told anyone — except for Fred.

She smiled. All of this had to be Fred’s doing. That sly angel of a man! She shoved thoughts of who might see what out of her mind, slid her feet into the slippers, and headed for the door. He loved her, after all. She’d have to get him back for the anguish he’d put her through. For tonight, however, she would enjoy this. She rubbed her pussy, and wetness covered her fingers. She licked them then leaned over so that most of her breasts peeked through the gaps created.

She grabbed her cell phone and clicked out a picture of herself. She knew Fred would love this, so she sent him a text of her decked out in the skimpy outfit, the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out from beneath the skirt and all but her nipples in full view through the dress. She added the words to her text: Hey, big boy, I’m coming to cum!”

Her finger hovered over the send button. What if it weren’t him who had sent it? Well, she figured, he would enjoy the sight nonetheless. She hit the send button and waited. All he sent back was the emoticon of a face with its tongue hanging out and its eyes all wacky. She giggled. If nothing else, she might have lit a spark in him enough to have him come racing home.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the door. As the chauffeur led her to the car and opened the door for her to get in, she said a quick prayer of thanksgiving if it was Fred, and the will power to say “no” if it wasn’t. As she sat in the vehicle, velvet-soft upholstery greeted her bare butt. She pushed her fingers down into the cleft of her pussy. Her mouth opened in a silent expression of pleasure as her finger brushed around her clit. It was only a taste of what was to come that evening. She rose to a climax as the limousine hit the Interstate, and they both sped toward their separate goals.

The limo pulled up in front of a mansion — or a very big house, at least. The chauffeur stopped the car at the front door and exited the vehicle to open her door. He pointed toward the door. “Your secret admirer is inside.”

Debbie stepped out of the limousine, taking in all that she saw. The white rock-faced building stood tall and ancient. White pillars propped up an overhang on the front porch. She could easily imagine this existed as a southern plantation house in the 1800s.

She shook her head. Either her husband had some good friends, or he had tucked away some money without telling her. Otherwise, it wasn’t Fred waiting inside. Debbie began to feel uneasy that the latter could be true. But she had gone this far, and she didn’t want to disappoint Fred if he were waiting in there. So she reached out and turned the knob. The door opened.

Once inside, the darkness struck her as mysterious. It grew even darker when she shut the door behind her, though her eyes began to adjust momentarily. She scanned the area as best she could. “Hello? Fred?”

The silhouette of a man crossed to her. Then a hand stroked her face. She gasped and fought the urge to jump away.

“Fred, is that you?” she whispered.

The man didn’t answer, but traced his finger from her cheek, down her neck, and over the thin material covering her braless breast.

She turned away and headed for the door. A rap on the door brought her back to reality. She straightened her blouse and blew her nose before proceeding to the door. Upon opening it, she saw a chauffeur standing before her, with a big box wrapped in red with a giant silver bow on top. It was the last thing she ever expected to see. “Uh, can I help you?”

The chauffeur held out the box to her. “I’ve been told to convey the following message: Put this on, nothing but what’s in this box. Then come to the limousine parked in front of your house, and you will be driven to meet a long-time admirer.”

She stared at the box. Was this legit? Who was this “long-time admirer”? Could it be Fred? If not him, who? Would she be cheating on Fred to go with this guy? She pondered her options.

“Well, ma’am, what shall I tell the gentleman who sent me to you? Do I return empty-handed?”

Debbie held up a finger to indicate ‘wait a moment.’ Then she hit upon her answer. To decline would screw up Fred’s plan — and boy, was this some plan — if he were behind this. If it weren’t Fred, once the admirer revealed himself, she would have to politely decline and let him know she thought her husband set this up. She held out her hand. “Thank you. I’ll take the box and be out shortly.”

She quickly took the box back to her bedroom. She unwrapped it as if it were Christmas, ripping the paper and bow off, and opened the box. She reached in to pull out a thin, black, short-skirted dress. A deep neckline ran to about midway between breast and belly-button. Black lace adorned the edges of the cuffs and bottom of the skirt. Once she had discarded her clothes, she slid the one-piece dress over her naked body. She examined herself in the mirror; a sexy girl stood there, eyes glued on her. She pulled the dress as far down her legs as she could. It appeared barely to cover her bare butt. Surely there were some panties in here somewhere.

She rummaged through the box, only finding a pair of high-heeled, black slippers. “I can’t go out in this. Can I?” While the thought of running around in front of who-knows-how-many people in this outfit dredged up some fear of someone seeing something they shouldn’t, it also fired off a sense of excitement. How many times had she fantasized about this? But she had never told anyone — except for Fred.

She smiled. All of this had to be Fred’s doing. That sly angel of a man! She shoved thoughts of who might see what out of her mind, slid her feet into the slippers, and headed for the door. He loved her, after all. She’d have to get him back for the anguish he’d put her through. For tonight, however, she would enjoy this. She rubbed her pussy, and wetness covered her fingers. She licked them then leaned over so that most of her breasts peeked through the gaps created.

She grabbed her cell phone and clicked out a picture of herself. She knew Fred would love this, so she sent him a text of her decked out in the skimpy outfit, the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out from beneath the skirt and all but her nipples in full view through the dress. She added the words to her text: Hey, big boy, I’m coming to cum!”

Her finger hovered over the send button. What if it weren’t him who had sent it? Well, she figured, he would enjoy the sight nonetheless. She hit the send button and waited. All he sent back was the emoticon of a face with its tongue hanging out and its eyes all wacky. She giggled. If nothing else, she might have lit a spark in him enough to have him come racing home.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the door. As the chauffeur led her to the car and opened the door for her to get in, she said a quick prayer of thanksgiving if it was Fred, and the will power to say “no” if it wasn’t. As she sat in the vehicle, velvet-soft upholstery greeted her bare butt. She pushed her fingers down into the cleft of her pussy. Her mouth opened in a silent expression of pleasure as her finger brushed around her clit. It was only a taste of what was to come that evening. She rose to a climax as the limousine hit the Interstate, and they both sped toward their separate goals.

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