What Wendy Wants (4 page)

Frank called Wendy in the car on the way home. "Hi,
hon," he said.

"How was your day?" Wendy asked. "Are you
on the way home?"

"I had to go to Denver but I'll be home in an
hour," he said. "Is Dawn there yet?"

"No, why? Is Dawn coming over?"

"Dawn is taking the kids to her house tonight,"
Frank said. "She will be there by 6pm. I'll be home by then. You need to get
ready because it's Friday night and I'm taking you out for dinner and dancing. We're
going to the Broadmoor. I've made reservations at the Penrose Room."

"Really?" Wendy said, delighted. "What's
the occasion?"

"No real occasion, just that I love my wife,"
Frank said.

"You are so sweet!"

Frank was pleased to find how excited Wendy was at the
prospect of an evening out. Wendy told him that she had gone into their bedroom
to chat without little ears everywhere listening in.

"So, how was your day?" he asked.

"I had to hold myself back from bitch slapping one
of the other soccer mothers who thanked everyone for their work on fundraising,
especially those who 'have more time than others.' As if I have nothing to do
just because I don't work full time."

Imagining the scene, Frank laughed loudly. Wendy could
always make him laugh.

"How are the boys?"

"Ah, well, Anthony and Will got into their usual
punching and kicking fight in the family room this afternoon. Anthony called
Will a douche bag, and Will called him a pussy."

"Uh oh," Frank said.

"I know," she said. "The joys of public
school, right?"

"I hate to think of how you responded," Frank
said. "Are they both still breathing?"

"I swear I didn’t touch them…."

"Oh, shit, Wendy," Frank said with an edge of
alarm in his voice. "What did you say to them then?"

She laughed. "First I ascertained they knew what
those words actually were. Then I said to Will, 'Oh so that means you go into
him?'

After a large intake of shocked breath, Frank began to
laugh. "No! You didn't!"

Frank knew that Wendy never pulled any punches, especially
with the twins now that they were teens. She had always been forthright with the
kids and couldn't stand child-speak like "pee pee." It drove her
crazy when other parents did that. "C'mon folks," she was likely to
say, "It's a penis!"

"How did the boys come back from that?" he
asked.

Wendy giggled. "Anthony said, 'Mom, you
didn't
just go there,
did
you?' But I bet they hesitate the next time they
decide to throw those kinds of words around, eh?"

"My clever, ultra-tactful wife," Frank said.
"Always so considered and restrained. Adult therapy will cost them
thousands - especially for poor Anthony."

"That's not fair," Wendy said. "I didn't
mean to walk in on him."

"I know you didn't, hon," Frank reassured her.
"I still think it's funny. Being a teenager is difficult and Anthony was just
sensitive."

About mid-year Wendy had tapped on Anthony's bedroom door
and walked in. Anthony had been standing in his closet doorway, buck naked.
Before Wendy could think to guard her tongue, she had let loose with a screech
of, "Oh. My. God! You have PUBIC HAIR!"

Anthony hadn't talked to her for days.

"I'll see you soon," Wendy said. "I'm
going to take a shower and dress up, baby. You wait until you see what I'm
going to be wearing. We are going to have such a good time tonight."

"That's true," he growled. "I have been
feeling exceptionally frisky, so you just think about that."

"Really?" she said thoughtfully.

"Yes, really," Frank said. "Don't imagine that
you are going to get out of it. If you feel a headache coming on, take an
aspirin. I fully intend to ravish you, wench."

This comment surprised another laugh out of her.
Lighthearted and happy, Frank laughed at her laughter.

"You're on, baby," said Wendy.

After goodbyes, Frank disconnected his Bluetooth
connection and thought about the evening ahead. A number of emotions ran
through him, excitement, nerves and lust. After reading about sex for three
days straight, he was pretty damn horny.

He remembered Wendy's highlighted quote by André
Chevalier, the fictional Frenchman who was the 'woman-whisperer' in the Nikki
Sex novels.
"
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."

Tonight, Frank was going to put ALL his attention on his
wife.

He intended to make Wendy climax and climax and climax
again….just like in all the books she was reading. She had been a horny little
animal when they were first together. If he paid attention, and watched and
listened, he hoped to make her come so many times that she would virtually pass
out. Was it even possible? He wanted to find out.

Besides…he was her Dominant for the night. It was up to
him how many orgasms she had. He had memorized a number of Dom commands as per
Kurt Nielsen the guy in
'Carmen's New York Romance,'
as well as André
Chevalier in,
'Elizabeth's Erotic Bondage.'

Frank had a step-by-step scene planned. Wendy was going
to be off balance and busy all night long.

Grinning all the way home, Frank's jaw felt sore from
smiling. Whatever happened tonight, they were both going to have some serious
fun.

~~~

Wendy hung up the phone with a thrill of exhilaration
running through her.

Perfect,
she decided, her jaw
tight with resolve.
I'm going to dress up and even wear the garter belt, and
stockings I bought to surprise Frank. Tonight when we have sex, I am going to
tell him what I want. By God I'm going to be honest and brave and make him
understand.

The Broadmoor luxury hotel and resort was THE place to go
in Colorado Springs. It had 700 rooms, 18 restaurants and cafes, 3 golf
courses, tennis courts, and a world-class spa. The Penrose Room was the only
Five-Diamond dining in all of Colorado. A popular conference destination for business
and government officials, it was often fully booked.

When Frank got home he showered, used a bit of sandalwood
cologne and dressed in a tux. Women responded well to scent, he had read. Frank
had intended to shave, too, with his moderate five o'clock shadow, but Wendy stopped
him.

"Don't shave," she said with a saucy wink as
she swept by him in the bathroom, head up and hips swinging. "I like a bit
of stubble."

"Is that right?" Frank said, unable to take his
eyes off her.

That dress Wendy was wearing was super sexy, and the way
she strutted in those three inch heels made his gut tighten. What the hell?
Were his elevated sexual vibes transferring to her? Clearly his wife was on
board with his preparations for an evening of seduction.

Wendy had left her hair down, but had put an enticing
wave in it. Frank wanted to see that hair of hers fanned out on a pillow as he fucked
her, or perhaps hanging over her breasts while she had those red lips of hers
around his cock. He was in control tonight and he wanted that. Frank had the
command memorized from one of those books: "Take it, take it all."

That was all he had to say when he sprayed his cum down
her throat. Frank wasn't sure if he had to nerve to order it. Would Wendy be
willing to swallow when she had never done so before?

The muscles of his jaw clenched and his balls tightened.

"What is it, Frank?" Wendy asked after pausing
on the threshold of the bathroom doorway.

Frank found that he was hardly able to speak his throat
felt so thick. "The way you look tonight, sweetheart," he paused and
shook his head. "I'll try to hold back, but I'm afraid that you're going
to have trouble walking tomorrow."

Wendy raised her eyebrows. "Frank!" she said,
shocked. Yet there was a flush of pleasure from this statement, too.

Dressed and ready, Frank opened the car door. With care
and attention he guided his wife into the car with one hand on her elbow and
one on her wrist. Wendy gracefully got into the passenger seat. Frank had read
that of all the senses, touch was one of the most important for women. They
loved the intimate feel of skin on skin as well as extended kissing and caressing
all over, not just breasts and genitals.

Touch apparently helped a woman tune into sensation and
turn off thoughts so that they could climax more easily. Frank intended to have
his hands, and lips and mouth on his wife all night long.

Wendy was wearing a classy red strapless evening dress
that accentuated every one of her beautiful curves. A Versace shawl and three
inch open-toed heels finished the outfit. As it was October, they wouldn't be
able to dance outside on the patio. The temperature this time of year often
dropped below freezing when the sun went down.

Frank blinked when Wendy drew her long, lovely legs
inside the car. What exactly was she wearing? His eyes narrowed with
concentration. Her stockings appeared to be sheer silk. "Those aren't panty
hose, are they?" he asked.

She gave him a sultry smile and a mischievous wink.
"If you're lucky, you'll find out later exactly what they are."

Holy shit.
The image of his wife
naked, in high heels, and wearing a garter belt almost made his eyes cross.

Frank cleared his throat. "Keep teasing me like that
and you won't be making it to the restaurant," he growled. "I might
just do you in the car right now."

Wendy giggled happily at his warning, and the sound of it
made his heart soar. Frank shut the car door and went around to the driver's
seat.

Service in The Penrose Room was impeccable and the place
was packed. When their waiter escorted them to their table, Frank waved the man
off when he pulled out a chair for Wendy. With fleeting confusion, and then a
smile of understanding, the waiter nodded and left.

Frank wanted to seat his wife himself.

As Wendy sat down, he ran a hand along her bare arm in
the process. Frank pushed the palm of his hand under her hair and possessively
wrapped his fingers around her nape. Wendy gave a little shiver and slight
flush in response. Were those goose bumps?

Neck/ nape 55%,
Frank
thought feeling extraordinarily smug.
Definitely an erogenous zone.
Demonstrating possession is an alpha male trait, like in all those erotic
stories she's been reading. It should turn her on.

Frank sat beside Wendy, rather than across from her. They
both ordered the Acapulco Shrimp Ceviche, a house special for the night, with a
chilled white wine that tasted of pears and peaches. The entire dinner they
chatted and laughed, and Frank flirted outrageously, openly undressing her with
his eyes, while imagining what he planned to do to her later.

His wife seemed self-conscious under his intent and
carnal gaze. Wendy was a little out of her element. Frank was intentionally putting
her off balance. That was part of the plan. Wendy had to let go - she had to
let him guide her. And his intended result? Frank smiled. Multiple orgasms.

Yet for him to take control, first she had to lose it.

When they finished the meal he asked, "Desert?"

"Not for me," she said.

"Me neither." Frank flagged down his waiter and
paid the bill. "Then let's go dancing, but first," he said, bringing
his wine glass up for a toast. "To the most beautiful woman in this
room," he said with complete sincerity, "my stunning and absolutely gorgeous
wife."

Wendy's lips curved in an uncertain, almost shy smile and
they both drank. Other than today, when was the last time he complimented her
on her looks? Had it been so long ago that she didn't even know how to react to
such praise?

I've been taking her for granted,
he realized.
Wendy deserves so much more.

Frank wanted to make up for his thoughtless disregard. Reaching
for her hand, he brought her knuckles to his lips, giving them a soft caress and
a sexy little nibble.

"I mean it, you know," he said quietly.
"No other woman compares to you."

Wendy gave him a wry half-smile, shook her head, and
cleared her throat. "If you're trying to put me in the mood, Frank,"
she murmured. "I'm here to tell you that it's working."

Yes! Desire begins in a woman's mind,
he
reminded himself.

Standing up, he moved behind her chair. He leaned over
and said in a low voice, seductively whispering into her ear, "Tonight I'm
not going to simply put you in the mood. I'm going to make you scream - over
and over again."

Wendy's face reddened, but not with embarrassment. Frank watched
that blush travel to her arms and neck. Was this that sex flush that he had
read about? She opened her mouth and then closed it again. Had he actually made
her speechless? Wendy stood up on somewhat shaky legs and Frank draped her
shawl around her.

He placed his palm low on her back, intentionally
pressing his fingers against her buttocks while guiding her purposefully to the
elevator. Was that a shiver of pleasure he saw roll through her? By, God, it
was! Frank shook his head, astonished by just how much he had been missing by
not paying attention.

They went to the second floor ballroom where a live band
was performing. The music was eclectic; Western, Swing, Retro, and Big Band. The
band was playing,
"Put Your Head on My Shoulder,"
It seemed a
good place to start.

Frank pulled her to him, nuzzling into her neck and nipping
an ear lobe. Once more she shivered in response, but she said with a giggle,
"Frank! You're an animal!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," he said
with a laugh. His hands gathered her in as they swayed to the music. One hand trailed
down to her buttock, tracing along her garter belt to where they held up her
stockings. The place was packed, so no one would notice.

"You are so fucking sexy, Wendy," he said.

With her head against his chest, she relaxed into his
arms. "You're not so bad yourself."

"You bought these stockings to surprise me?"

"Yes." She grinned up at him, a mischievous
sparkle in her eyes. "Are you surprised?"

His lips firmed as he gave her a hungry look. Grabbing
her buttocks he pulled himself against her so that she could feel the thickness
of his desire. "I'm so hard for you that all I can think of is getting you
home and fucking you senseless. You'll be wearing those stockings and stilettos
and nothing else."

Wendy gave a breathless little gasp, a response that
Frank was more than happy with. He raised a finger to brush a lock of hair from
her face while just gazing into her eyes. He felt so close to her. It wasn't just
sex, although sex was a part of it. This was his Wendy, the woman he had
married. The mother of his children. The love of his life.

"I'm a lucky guy," he murmured, and pressed his
lips against hers in a soft, chaste kiss. As they kissed, Frank wrapped his
fingers in her hair, intentionally giving it a little tug. Wendy made a soft
sound of pleasure.

Somewhere in the back of his relentlessly logical mind,
Frank thought,
Hair pulling 57%.

Frank and Wendy had taken ballroom dancing lessons, and some
swing. It had been months since they had danced. Why was it that having children
had interrupted their personal time together? It didn't need to be that way.

A comfortable sort of depressed apathy had silently snuck
into their marriage.

I've neglected my wife and our relationship
.

The clarity of that realization was as shocking as
jumping naked into a mountain stream when winter snows were melting. What Frank
had discovered had been difficult yet liberating. He was coming to understand
that he could have lost Wendy in the long term. Their loving bond could have simply
slipped away. He had so much to tell her.

Adventure, pushing boundaries, and complete honesty -
that was where he intended to go with her now. This was his chance to make his
marriage better than ever. And why shouldn't it be that way? Frank's chest felt
tight when he looked at his wife.

Wendy was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Confidently moving her around the floor, Frank enjoyed
himself, well aware that his wife was enjoying herself, too. He certainly took
the lead when they danced. Would it be as easy to take a commanding lead while
making love?

The music pounded when the band played,
"A Crazy
Little thing Call Love."
Full of wild energy Frank swung and pivoted,
twirling Wendy all over the ballroom floor. Their eyes met again and again and
they laughed together, gracefully demonstrating their rock-and-roll swing
skills.

After so many lessons together, Frank was a fluid and self-assured
dancer. He leaned into Wendy, giving her a teasing circle of the hips, spinning
her full three-sixty degrees, and then pulling her back against him. His chest
pushed into the pillow of her breasts, intentionally moving against them.

Her nipples were erect.

That was only fair as he was achingly erect himself.

Frank subtly and openly displayed his lust for her, his
eyes undressing her. To Frank, Wendy was the only person in the whole room,
much less on the dance floor.

Eventually they came together for an unhurried gliding waltz
with,
"The Way You Look Tonight."
 Frank took it in a measured
pace, his hands leisurely roaming over her. Their bodies pressed together as
they swayed back and forth, slowly, sensually, back and forth. The song ended
with them in a full body embrace.

Frank was hard as rock.

Pulling her even closer, Frank let his wife know just how
much she he wanted her. He nuzzled her neck, pressing numerous soft kisses on
her throat, ear, and across her cheek. Wendy made soft sounds of pleasure, her
body melting into his. Lips tantalizingly close; Frank didn’t kiss her on the mouth.
Instead he rested his head against her forehead. Lingering there, his nose
brushed hers as he breathed in her soft, womanly scent. His arms were a tight
band around her torso.

There was an electric current of awareness between them,
a solid bond. It was more than just lust. Frank new that Wendy wanted to be
kissed. He cupped her face and pressed his lips against her with gentle, loving
reverence.

"Let's go home," he said gruffly.