Kidnapped Desire: A Ransom Game

Linda picked up the phone on the third ring. “Hello,” she said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible, even though it had been a train wreck of a day.
“Mrs. Franklin, please listen carefully,” a woman’s voice said flatly. “We’ve kidnapped your son, and are holding him for ransom. Please assemble $50,000 in small, non-sequential bills to secure his release. You only have twenty-four hours.”
Linda glanced over at the clock on the microwave and saw that it read: 6:30 PM. “Oh, no. Sherry, please don’t tell me that I forgot to pick up Jason after baseball practice!”
Her best friend roared with laughter over the telephone and finally said, “Don’t sweat it, girl, I’ve got you covered. I was picking up Aaron anyway, and I know how busy you’ve been. The boys are in the den playing some kind of auto racing video game, and I’ve got a lasagna in the oven. It’s Friday night, so why don’t you let Jason sleepover? The boys can race their hearts out, and it’ll give you and Ben some downtime.”
Linda suddenly heard the sound of a metal-bending, glass-breaking crash.
“Turn it down, guys, please!” she heard Sherry call out on the other end of the phone. “Good heavens, do you realize that these kids will have their learner’s permits in only two years, and they’re already getting their driving instruction from speeding around the Daytona racetrack? Lord, help us both.” She sighed. “But anyway, you can pick Jason up tomorrow whenever you’d like. Roger and I will be home all day. Roger will take care of the ransom money.”
Linda sighed. “You have no idea how much I could use a night off. I haven’t started dinner yet, and it’s my night to cook.” She glanced back at the clock, “And Ben should have already been home from work.”
“Then make something sexy, girl!” her friend laughed. “You two are alone tonight!”
“Sherry, please!” She never failed to be shocked at her friend’s cavalier attitude toward intimacy.
“Oh, come on! You guys have been married, what, fifteen years or so? All that time in a marriage that has produced a super kid like Jason and such a solid relationship…hey, your boudoir activities are a blessing! So go on and be a little blessed this evening!” Sherry laughed, and before Linda could comment, added “We’ve got the kiddo tonight, so have a good time and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your husband gets all the pleasure he deserves.” There was a click on the line and she was gone.
Linda sighed but paused a moment before hanging up the phone.
* * * * *
Twenty minutes later, the hallway door from the garage opened and Ben walked in. He tossed his briefcase onto the couch, and said, “Sorry I’m late, baby. I got hung up at work. Brian insisted on keeping the temperature in his office ten degrees higher than the rest of the building. It was unbearable.”
She walked over to greet him with a smile, and then gave him a peck on the lips, lingering there for just an extra moment. “Bad day?”
Ben seemed not to notice. “It was the worst.”
“Well, I’ll see your bad day and raise you. I showed three houses today, all about an hour’s drive apart, and for each one, it was nothing more than tire-kickers. Not one of the couples was genuinely interested in buying a home.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Life of a real estate agent, I guess.”
He smiled sympathetically, then said, “Well, I was stuck in a meeting for the last two hours in Brian’s office, and for some reason, he insists on keeping it ten degrees warmer than the rest of the building in there. I’ve heard of people being cold-natured, but he’s ridiculous. In fact, I’ve got to grab a shower – I’ve sweated through everything I have on.”
“That’ll work great; it’ll give me time to finish dinner,” she said, putting her arms around his waist, pulled him tight, and laid her head on his shoulder. “Jason’s spending the night at Aaron’s, so we get to have some downtime tonight. I’ll get you some socks, undies, and pajamas and put them out on the bed.” She kissed him again. “You just relax, get cleaned up, and I’ll have dinner when you get out. Will that work?”
“Pajamas this early?” He thought about it for a moment, and said, “You know what? That works great. Thanks for taking care of me.” As he walked toward the bedroom, he turned back and said, “You know, on days like this one I feel like we’re just riding a merry-go-round in circles. Go to work, come home, get paid, put away money for Jason’s college and our retirement, go back to work, come home…” He shook his head. “Sometimes I’d just like to get off the ride for a while.”
As Ben disappeared into the bedroom, Linda smiled and whispered, “Okay, off the merry-go-round and onto the roller coaster.” She laughed to herself, turned, and headed for the kitchen.
* * * * *
“Hey, Babe, you said that you were laying some clothes out for me, but all I could find was a top…” Ben walked into the living room wearing an open pajama shirt and stopped immediately.
Linda was standing there in another one of his pajama tops, only one button fastened on the front, and the sleeves rolled up to uncover her hands. She walked over and flicked the light switch off, leaving the room illuminated by two candles on the coffee table. The glow of another candle back in the kitchen danced in the doorway.
Disappearing through the door for a moment, she came back holding a tray with rolls of cold cuts and cheese, grapes, olives, and pieces of bruschetta bread. “The Chinese might call this a pupu platter, the Spanish, a tapas tray. but I think that we can simply call it ‘dinner’,” she said, setting the tray on the coffee table. A hint of a smile crossed her face when she saw Ben’s eyes following her movement.
He looked at her and smiled. Along with his shirt, she was wearing a string of white pearls, pearl drop earrings, and white high heel shoes. After admiring her for a moment, he said, “So what did I do to deserve all this?”
“You married me, and made me the happiest lady on the planet,” she said, walking across the room, then bending down and setting the tray on the coffee table. A hint of a smile crossed her face when she saw Ben’s eyes following her movement. “Oh, and one more thing.” She turned and walked back into the kitchen, very aware that her bottom was only barely covered by the shirt; Linda imagined her husband’s eyes on her.
She picked up two wine glasses from the kitchen counter, each half-filled with merlot, and then walked back into the living room with a smile. “Given the fact that it’s a Friday night alone together, I thought that a glass of wine might be in order.”
“I would second that decision,” Ben said, taking the glass and clinking it against Linda’s. “To an old married couple,” he said with a smile and took a drink.
She sipped as well, and then said, “You’re only as old as you feel, darling.”
He laughed. “Well, looking at you, I feel like a young man again. Are those the pearls that I got you for Christmas last year? I don’t think that I’ve seen you wear them before.”
“Oh, I wear them all the time; they’re my favorites,” she said.
He put his arms around her waist and said, “Well, maybe your daily outfits don’t show them off as well as this one does.” He took her wine glass and put it on the coffee table beside his before unfastening the single button on her shirt. He slipped it off over her shoulders, and she stood there in only her jewelry and heels. “You know, sometimes I forget to tell you just how beautiful you are.”
Linda blushed. “Thanks, but I fear that I’m not the young lady you married. A few years and a few pounds take their toll…”
Ben leaned down and whispered, “Nonsense. You’re more breathtaking than ever.” He then gently unzipped his pajama pants and laid them on the couch. He stood and began to slowly caress her body, his hand sliding down her thigh, stopping just above her knee. Linda gasped softly, arching her back slightly as he continued to explore her curves. He continued to stroke her thigh, his hand reaching lower, caressing her inner thigh. As he moved his hand higher, Linda let out a moan of pleasure. Ben leaned in close, pressing his lips against her skin as he continued his slow, deliberate descent. His hand found her clitoris, and he began to gently tease her, causing her to writhe in ecstasy. Linda reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer as he continued his assault on her senses. With a final, desperate push, Linda lost control, her body convulsing in a frenzy of pleasure. Ben, emboldened by her reaction, grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, their bodies colliding in a passionate embrace. Linda wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she continued to moan and shiver with delight. Ben’s hand moved down her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he began to thrust deep into her body. Linda arched her back further, moaning louder as she felt the sensation building up inside her. Their bodies moved together in a rhythmic dance of pleasure, until finally, Linda let out a final, explosive orgasm. Ben, unable to contain himself, pulled away, panting heavily. Linda lay there on the couch, breathless and spent, her body completely relaxed and content. Ben smiled and slowly got up, pulling her into his arms. “That was incredible,” he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. Linda closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his arms around her, and smiled. “Just like old times,” she murmured. They lay there for a while, lost in each other’s embrace, the only sounds the gentle crackling of the candles and their contented sighs. Ben slowly unzipped his pajama pants again, and continued his exploration of her body, teasing her with his touch and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Linda responded with moans and shivers, completely lost in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure of his touch. Their passion continued until the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, signaling the end of their night. Ben finally pulled away, exhausted but satisfied. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Linda’s face and smiled. “You’re a goddess,” he whispered. Linda laughed, burying her face in his chest. “And you’re my favorite,” she replied. As they slowly rose to their feet, they knew that they had just shared a truly unforgettable night. The memory of their passionate encounter would linger in their hearts long after the sun rose, reminding them of the joy and intimacy they shared as husband and wife.

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