What Wendy Wants (3 page)

Frank hit Kindle 'home' to check out just what the name
of this book was. It was apparently called
"Carmen's New York Romance,"
by Nikki Sex. Nikki Sex? Good lord! Who would ever come up with an absurd pen
name like that? These authors are apparently creative enough to write an entire
story, but then can't think up a realistic pseudonym?

Wendy had a Kindle collection she had called "Erotic
favorites." He made a careful note of every one in order to download and
read himself. Then he found her highlights – all 27 pages of them. He wandered
out to the company photocopier in order to make a printed record to scrutinize
at his leisure.

Frank read non-fiction, noting thoughts and ideas that
would help him in his work. What had Wendy highlighted?

He returned to his office and stapled the papers
together. His black leather chair squeaked as he sat back and put his feet up
on the desk. Frank took the stapled hardcopy of her notes and highlights and read:

"The fun for me, Elizabeth is in
controlling you," he said. "I want you submissive to my desires,
powerless, and hungry to let me do whatever I wish - to obey and do whatever I
say."

And this one, too:

"It is true. I am a good lover, but that
is not so difficult. It requires only that I pay attention, and watch and
listen to a woman and her body."

Huh. Well that was good advice. Frank had certainly not
been paying attention
at all.
But that was going to change.

Dumbfounded by his wife's interests, he flicked through
the little booklet of quotes. Wendy had highlighted a ton of stuff from this
Frenchman, André Chevalier. He seemed to be her idea of the ultimate lover. Also
Kurt Nielsen, the guy in
'Carmen's New York Romance.'
Wendy had quite a
few romance authors on her Kindle, but Nikki Sex seemed to be one of her
favorites.

Her highlighted quotes had been both eye-opening and face
tightening.

Frank knew nothing about BDSM which apparently involved a
variety of erotic practices involving dominance and submission, role-playing, and
restraint. He just didn't get it. Why did Wendy want this? And why would he
want to do it? Yet Frank valued his wife, and in his little heart of hearts, he
knew that he would do anything to make her happy. He also knew that whatever
turned her on, would also turn him on. Why wouldn't it?

Getting Wendy hot and excited always revved him up.

Treating this project like any other, Frank disengaged
any other thought except his forceful curiosity combined with a dedicated attention
to detail. Three hours disappeared before he had made his analysis of what his
wife wanted to try during sex:

Spanking
76%

Submitting
65%

Hair
pulling 57%

Neck/
nape bite/ nuzzle 55%

Bondage
55%

Oral
(giving) 51%

Oral
(receiving) 46%

Blindfold
30%

Nipple
pinching, etc 30%

Frank couldn’t believe it.

Spanking? Really? Why would she want that? He wasn't even
sure if he
could
smack her on the butt. Yet if it turned her on? For a
moment the image of Wendy lying over his lap with her naked ass exposed and
squirming flashed through his mind. His dick twitched and he smiled. It
certainly had possibilities.

Anal play was in there, too, really low in percentile,
thank God. He wasn't sure if he was up to that, but hell, if Wendy wanted it?
Frank would never refuse her. Maybe later they could discuss it. Yet why hadn't
she spoken to him about any of this?

Frowning and restless, Frank stood up with his hands in
his pockets.

She tried to talk about it stupid
,
he told himself.
You were just thick as a plank. And maybe the subject is a
little embarrassing for her to discuss.

Frank left his office to pour himself another coffee from
the staff lounge, absentmindedly giving one syllable replies to his co-workers.

Returning to his office, Frank sat down and studied the
entire book that Wendy was currently reading. Afterwards he carefully returned
it to the exact page that she had been on so she wouldn't know that he had
cracked her code. As far as he could tell, the male protagonists that she was
interested in seemed to give the heroine multiple orgasms before they got off.

He read a quote from,
"Elizabeth's Bondage Boxed
Set."

A woman's mind is geared to fantasy,
while a man is visually focused. That explained the number of romance books
that sold. Not to mention the very few woman's magazines picturing naked men,
verses racks and racks of naked women in men's magazines in the newsstands.
What was the saying? How did you turn on a man? Just turn up, preferably naked.
But to turn on a woman? That was something else entirely, for desire began in a
woman's mind.

Desire begins in a woman's mind
.
Frank echoed the thought, awed.
I get an
erection just seeing a naked woman, and my wife? What did Wendy want?

Wow. Was Wendy reading these erotic fantasies and secretly
masturbating to this kind of stuff? Just like he did with internet porn? Was
she ashamed of her sexual yearning?

That possibility blew his mind.

Frank was embarrassed about his habit of watching internet
porn, and consequently had never spoken to her about it. He had never joined a porn
site; he just looked at free stuff. Jacking off in the shower was another thing
he regularly did that his wife didn't know about. Wendy wouldn’t mind, Frank
was certain. So why did he feel uncomfortable telling her? Why would he tell
her at all?

Except that he was keeping sexual secrets. The quote from
Frenchman, André Chevalier, flashed into Frank's mind with sudden clarity.

"Deceit is a barrier to intimacy."

It made him wonder,
Just when did I begin having more
sex with myself than with my wife?

Had he been afraid of a knock back? Wendy was no longer
keen to make love - that was for sure. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to disturb her
with his constant lust. In his wife's damn stories the protagonists masturbated
in front of each other – and the women were always wet and ready.

Had Frank and his wife been pretending? Were they both being
less than truthful about what they wanted in bed? If that was the case, after
thirteen years of marriage, and genuine mutual love, it seemed surprisingly
easy to drift apart.

Frank shook his head. How had it happened?

The rest of the day Frank spent doing internet searches, figuring
out all he could about BDSM because that was what Wendy wanted. He found one
quote that he particularly liked:

"When you screw up, own it. When your
slave screws up, you own it."

While Frank would never consider calling his wife a
slave, and he sincerely hoped that she didn't want him to, he did think this
was a relevant concept. Frank knew he had screwed up. His wife wasn't sexually
satisfied and that could only be his fault and responsibility.

It was a mistake that he fully intended to fix.

Another favorite author of Wendy's was Joey W. Hill.
Frank found an article from Ms. Hill called, "Ten Tips for bringing BDSM
into your bedroom." In it she said,
"The psychology of BDSM is
what it's all about. The illusion of being dominated sexually, of submitting
utterly to your lover –that's the turn on."

Hummm,
he thought.
Now this is
something I can really work with.

Was that what excited her? The idea of being totally commanded
and controlled during sex? The common denominator to her interests did appear
to be in the area of complete submission. Now that Frank reflected on it, it
wasn't giving a head job that Wendy had highlighted with her heroines. It was when
the heroine was
on her knees
while going down on the hero. That seemed
to be what did it for her.

The heroine always seemed happy to swallow, too. Would
Wendy do that for him? Ejaculating down her throat had been a long term fantasy
that Frank had never spoken about. She went down on him sometimes, but he had
always shot his load elsewhere. With his dick twitching, Frank began to harden at
that thought.

The idea of dominating his wife suddenly became a lot
more interesting.

Frank had all day Thursday and Friday to learn and
prepare. He decided that he would take a few of her favorite books, and create
an entire scene, following exactly what the characters in those books did.

Frank didn't have to re-invent the wheel. He could just
follow a script.

Taking out his cell phone, he called Wendy's sister, Dawn.

"Hello?" she answered on the third ring.

"Hi, Dawn, it's Frank here," he said.

"Hey, Frank, what's up?"

Frank explained that he wanted to surprise Wendy this
Friday, and asked if she would mind taking the kids over night. He explained
that they hadn’t had much alone time together and really, he wanted to spoil
her and make it a big night. Would that be okay? But he wanted it to be a
secret until then.

Dawn was absolutely up for it. She had two girls, one
eight and one nine. The cousins always got on well.

Frank hung up, pleased with himself. This Friday night,
he intended to rock Wendy's world. He wasn't sure how exactly, not yet. But by
the time he read all her favorite books, he knew he'd have formulated a detailed
plan.

He had started this whole investigation with curiosity
and trepidation. Now he was excited in a way he hadn’t been in a long, long
time.

It was like that first date feeling, that nervous anticipation
or performance anxiety. 'Fake it till you make it,' was his normal rule in such
situations. He was going to be 'the Dom' and give the orders.

How difficult could it be after all?

Wendy Hayward,
he
thought.
This Friday night you are going to have your every sexual fantasy
come true.

Wednesday evening Frank returned his wife's Kindle almost
as an afterthought. Her relief had been obvious. Neither approached each other
for sex Wednesday or Thursday night.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday during the day, Frank
spent as much time as possible engaged in erotic study.

Friday afternoon he jacked off, twice. Once late in the
day because he didn't want to be desperate – tonight was all about Wendy and
satisfying her desires. The other time he masturbated just because all this
sexual reading made him horny.

How was it that he had never actually bothered to study
such an important subject? Frank could readily understand why Wendy had highlighted
so much that André Chevalier, the sexy Frenchman had said. Like this one:

"The woman's sex, it is a magical thing!
So absorbing and beguiling! As I teased and touched you, I watched, oh, so
intently did I watch! For your tight, closed channel began to unlock its
secrets and open slowly of its own accord. Soon the outer lips of your pussy
spread wide and your sex became thick and plump. As you became more aroused
your clitoris began to swell, and then it revealed itself, stiff and turgid. It
is the way of your sex, do you see? During arousal a woman's cunt opens like
the most magnificent flower, the slick channel, the empty hole – it begins to
gape, to open wide and drip its honey, begging to be filled with cock. The
enticing fragrance of this flower then perfumes the air, drawing a man toward
the scent to smell, to touch and taste."

His fingers caressed her, mesmerizing her
with his hands and his words. "It is the way of nature, ma chèrie,"
he said in a low voice, "for a man to caress the flower of your sex in
order to open its petals. And when you began to open for me, this gave me such
pleasure." He took a deep breath in, and said intently, "To have this
power over you, Elizabeth. For your cunt to willingly open, to submit to me and
to my cock, this is what pleases me most of all."

Frank felt his pulse quicken as he read.
Hot damn.

How was it that he had never noticed this? With all his
attention now upon pleasuring his wife, Frank realized that he needed to
understand the definitive signs of arousal.

Masters and Johnson filled the gap.

The vagina becomes lubricated, he read, and the pulse
rate increases and breathing quickens. Well, these things Frank had already observed.
But he never knew that the vagina increased in length and width. If he had been
paying attention he could have seen his wife's outer lips grow large with
engorgement as it exposed her vaginal opening.

This must be the opening flower thing that André Chevalier
talked about.

A woman's clitoris was like a penis. Aroused, it
increased in size by filling with blood. How had he missed that? But he hadn't
gone down on Wendy in ages, and hadn't been attentive when he had.

The nipples become erect too – something he
had
observed.
But Frank had never realized that a woman's breasts also become engorged. Mounting
sexual tension then caused muscular contractions in various parts of the body
as well as a 'sex flush' on the skin.

Frank studied numerous diagrams of female anatomy. He
hadn't even been aware of a 'clitoral hood' on the clitoris. Apparently once a
certain level of excitement has been reached, the clitoris retracts under the
clitoral hood and becomes inaccessible to direct stimulation.

Huh. Well he and his tongue were going to check that out
tonight.

Masters and Johnson confirmed what he read in his wife's
erotica: continued stimulation can bring a woman to a second and third orgasm
immediately following the first one. In fact many women were capable of having
many orgasms in quick succession.

And that is what I am going to do to Wendy,
Frank decided.
Tonight is all about her.

It was only an hour to Denver from Colorado Springs. Frank
didn't feel in the least bit guilty about taking time off from work to drive
there. He had checked the internet and decided to visit the 'Crypt,' which
proclaimed to be a popular store for 'sex, leather and adults.'

He was too well known locally and didn't want to be seen visiting
a kink shop in his home town. While the "South Park" boys grew up
near Colorado Springs, there were a number of evangelical organizations in the
area that would condemn sexual deviance of any sort.

As he didn't frequent adult stores Frank was worried
about the seedy, creepy image of them that he had in his head. The Crypt, to
his relief was pretty tame. It was well-lit, and welcoming, like any other place
of business.

Frank had made a list of things to buy. Silk scarves and
candles he obtained locally. From the Crypt he got some sheepskin softened
leather cuffs with under the bed restraints, and a We-Vibe 3.

He honestly had no idea, did Wendy have a vibrator? And
if she did, why didn't he know about it? The We-Vibe 3 had been mentioned in
that Nikki Sex story, so he got it anyway.

He was persuaded to buy the most expensive blindfold by
the sales woman.

"Oh this is my favorite!" she gushed. "The
silk elastic band will fit snuggly against the head, while double-layer brocade
silk sashes extend to form a bow to tighten the fit."

Frank also bought a flogger, kind of a soft mop and a
paddle. He had no idea if they would use all these things, but he wasn't in a
hurry to come back here. If all went well, maybe he and Wendy would come here
together.

So far everything was going to plan.

He frowned suddenly as a thrum of excitement and anxiety
went through him.

Well,
the thought.
If it doesn't
work out at the very least they would have a good laugh about it all.