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Perchance to Dom Ch. 2

Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Spanking, Author: DiscipleN, Rating: 82.6, Source: sexstories.com

of us catches the other fooling around, it'd better not be what breaks our marriage." "Optimistic outlook." "I know me." "I can work with that, if you're not against change." "Walt, you say the dumbest things. I know this riddle. You want a masochist." "Know any?" "I've played many roles. Have you heard, the top is often topped by the bottom?" "I'll write that down. I'll write down your phone number, too." "I won't tell you that. Last thing I want is my phone to buzz from the wrong guy when it's stuffed in my panties." "That, was funny." "Seriously, I don't want you calling my cell. My apartment doesn't have a line, either." "It has to happen at your house." "No shit, but I choose when." Gina topped me. We made a date. Friday night Father invited a colleague over for dinner, Bette. She had a boyfriend who tried to set a lively tone. "Mrs. Nelson, this spaghetti is just how I like it. Soft noodles are sexier in the mouth than that al-dente chew fest." "You're welcome, Jim." "I'm not Italian, but I'd marry one if she made noodles this good." My father said, "Jim, that could be construed as a slight against Bette's cooking. She deserves more respect from you." Thud. Mother reached, "Bette, Tony says you wrangle the office network and databases. Did you build any software to assist?" Jim laughed, "Now, now, none of that boring computer talk tonight. Say these croutons taste fresh!" "Jim, the women will decide what they talk about. I'm glad you're enjoying the food. Bette, I'm ... sorry I wasn't clear about bringing guests with you." Yep. It was another high point of the Nelson social season. I have to give Jim credit. He kept cajoling Mom and nudging Dad in the ribs until Bette asked him to go the car and drive home. "Mr. Nelson, please accept my apology. I didn't invite him, but he offered to drive. I wasn't even going to invite him in for that first drink." "No harm done, Bette." Father finished his meal with a better appetite. "We'll have Walter drive you home." Mom explained. "I only have a temporary license." Dad suggested, "She could stay in your room, Walt, until I drive to work in the morning." "You are so funny, Mr. Nelson!" Bette laughed never realizing that Dad had been serious. "She can drive home, and I'll bring the car back." I said sensibly. I hadn't noticed how attractive Bette was, until I was shut in the car with her. She wasn't beautiful by artistic or porno star perspectives, but she had silky looking hair, almond skin with few blemishes, and she dressed conservatively, just sharp enough to imagine her being dangerous. I imagined her small hands gripping me instead of the steering wheel. "You mother always calls you Walter, and your father calls you Walt. Which do you prefer?" "It depends on who's addressing me." I explained. "I tell people new to me that my name is Walter. Friends can call me Walt, unless they've agreed to let me take charge of them. Then it's Walter, as it should be." Bette's tinkling laugh softened the road noise. ...