I is for Intimate
Monday, January 22, 2018
Christian
"Good afternoon, Mr. Grey. I've pulled the intimate apparel you requested. Let me show you to your dressing room. Champagne?"
Caroline Acton greets me with a warm smile. She better be warm. With the commissions she's earned from me over the years, her retirement will surely be a comfortable one.
"Save the champagne for my wife's arrival. Her presence is always something to celebrate." I follow Ms. Acton to a spacious dressing room and take a seat on the sofa. "I'll look through everything, while I wait for her."
"Of course, sir."
There's a large round table in the corner. It's laid out with lingerie in varying hues of red. Red gowns, robes, and teddies hang on a clothes rack.
Red.
It's a color which at one time carried a different meaning. It was a safeword, the color of my playroom, a symbol of Dominance.
Now the color signifies warmth, romance, love, and comfort. Anastasia.
There's a red camisole with matching silk shorts. I think Ana calls them tap pants. Her pert little ass would look great in those.
My phone buzzes, but it's Barney, and he can wait.
I see a short red gown trimmed in marabou. I don't care for it. It's too fussy for my elegant wife, and it's sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Some men may want to see absolutely everything up front, but I prefer Anastasia in lingerie that covers up all her special bits, highlighting and hinting at what's underneath. I enjoy the slow reveal of all her luscious parts, as I undress her. A good game of visual peek-a-boo is always a treat.
My phone goes off again. It's Elliot. I better take it. Grandmother is hospitalized with pneumonia, and El might have news.
"What's up? How's Grandmother?" I answer.
"Well, hello to you, too. She was released this morning. She's back home with Gramps. I'm calling because I'm near your office. You had lunch yet?"
"I'm at Neiman's waiting for Ana. We'll shop a bit and then have a late lunch."
"Shopping at Neiman's on a Monday? What the fuck for?"
Cue Elliot's obnoxious laugh.
"Lingerie."
And there it is again. More of Elliot's boisterous laugh.
"You are so whipped. Thank God my wife can shop for her own underwear. How did you get talked into that?"
"I overheard Ana and Kate talking last week. Ana said she wanted new lingerie. Red lingerie to be specific. Red 'whore's drawers' is what she said. So I volunteered my services."
"Jesus, bro. You and Banana are so fucking kinky sometimes. You know husbands don't go with their wives to try on underwear. Knowing you two, you'll fuck in the dressing room. You've probably done that already. Am I right?"
Of course we've fucked in dressing rooms. Seattle, New York, Sao Paulo, Paris, Mumbai, just to name a few locales.
"Maybe. Listen, I've gotta go. Ana will be here any minute. Aspen this weekend. You guys meet us at SEATAC on Friday at six. Is Aggie ready to strap on her first pair of skis?"
"She's stoked, but I think she's expecting actual rabbits on the bunny slope. Friday, bro. Laters."
"Laters."
I look back at the lingerie. Intimate apparel.
Intimate.
I've enjoyed five and a half years of intimacy with Anastasia.
I fucked Elena and a long line of subs, but I've only been intimate with Anastasia. She's the only woman with whom I've shared my hopes, fears, feelings.
Anastasia is jealous of the women I've fucked, but she has no reason to be. They were nothing to me.
Ana is everything.
My raison d'ĂȘtre.
But my beautiful wife, who has only been physically intimate with me, has shared her feelings with other men. Before she met me, she freely expressed her inner thoughts to Rodriguez, Kavanagh, and Goldsmith. She talked to them about anything and everything. That's why I'll always be jealous of them. Thank God she never fucked them, or I'd be out of my mind every time she left the house.
There's a little knock on the door.
"Yes?" I say to whomever is on the other side.
The door opens to reveal my beautiful wife, who wears a broad smile.
"Hello, handsome. I just wanted to make sure I had the correct room."
We kiss, and instead of our usual quick hello peck, I pull her close and kiss her deeply.
"That was lovely," she says. "But what's that about? Something is on your mind."
"I love you. That's all."
"Oh, no, Mr. Grey. Something is definitely on your mind."
"Just thinking what a jealous fucker I am. And how much I love you. You're mine."
"Yes, yours. I like it when you take ownership of me. I hope you'll always be possessive, even when we're in the nursing home. But I don't ever want you to feel insecure."
Ana strokes my scalp and neck, gently raking her nails across my skin. That shit always feels so good.
"Baby, I do feel secure. Most of the time." I play with a lock of her chestnut hair. She's so perfect. "While I was waiting for you, I started thinking. We share everything, don't we? I guess I'm wondering if we're intimate."
"We do share. We talk about everything. Eventually. Sometimes we take a terribly long time to get everything out. But we're intimate in every single way. Some people think we're too intimate, enmeshed in an unhealthy way."
What the hell.
"Who says that?"
"Don't get upset, but Mia and Kate have each said as much. Elliot, too, as well as my dad. I think they might be a tad envious of what we share."
"As long as we're happy, that's what counts. Right? Baby, we're not unhealthy, are we?"
"Nah. I'm proud of us. You, me, and our sweet, perfect little family of five. Hey, I thought you were going to help me choose some lingerie."
"Sure. I think Ms. Acton pulled every red item in the lingerie department. Why red? You never told me."
"Well, red has always been one of your favorite colors, and I don't have very many red things. Also it's close to Valentine's Day, so this is the best time of the year to shop for red lingerie."
"I sifted through some of this while I was waiting." I hold up a pair I hope she'll choose. "You have the best ass on the planet, and you know my favorite panties are these. Cheekies. Isn't that what you call them?"
Panties with the band across the top and her ass hanging out are the best. Thongs are fine, but that band of lace is the icing on Ana's very edible cake.
"Well, how can a girl possibly refuse her man when he gives such wonderful compliments? This bustier matches the panties, so I definitely need to try that. What do you think of this teddy and the short robe? They're sexy, but not something I'd be embarrassed for the kids to see."
I stand behind my wife, looking over her shoulder. She moves against me, pressing her ass into me. It's a slow grind, and I know where this is headed. I see another dressing room fuck in our very near future.
"Nice, baby. I like." I push back against my wife, and reach up under her black wool skirt. "What about that long gown with the lace panels? It has a matching robe."
"Whatever you want, Mr. Grey." Anastasia's voice is breathy and high.
"Jesus, baby, I need you. Now."
Ana checks to make sure the door is locked.
"We don't need Ms. Acton busting in and getting an eye full. She'd ban us from the store."
"Doubtful, baby, with the amount of money we've spent in this store. But nobody sees what's mine."
She unbuckles and unzips me, never taking her eyes from mine. Her moves are smooth and graceful, borne of much practice. One hand is on my ass while the other pumps me. She bends at the knees, lowering herself for fellatio, but that's not what I want right now.
"No." In one sweep of my arm, I clear the table of lingerie. "Skirt off."
Anastasia unfastens a button and zipper on one side, then turns her back to me and shimmies out of the skirt. I gasp at the sight of her. She is bare, left with only black thigh highs and suede boots.
"I planned ahead, Mr. Grey."
"You worked all morning at the station without panties. Mrs. Grey, I should spank your ass for that."
"I took them off a few minutes ago, here in the first floor ladies' room. But feel free to spank me."
I give her a quick swat on the rear, leaving one cheek slightly pink. Her occasional acts of defiance are just enough to give me the thrill of the unexpected. Anastasia knows my limits, and never goes too far over the line.
I lift her onto the table. She sits up tall, legs apart, eyes wide with lusty expectation. I stand between her thighs, and remove her sweater and bra, while she pumps my dick and runs it through her wet folds.
"Baby, please tell me you planned ahead and brought a condom." I should have thought ahead myself. I want to unload inside her, but fucking her tits is nice, too.
"We don't need one," she says.
"I double-checked my phone this morning. This is the fifteenth day of your cycle, so you're in that fertile window." How can she be so unaware of her own bodily functions? This is why I track her menstrual cycle with an app.
"We don't need a condom," she insists. "I want you bare. Give me what you've got."
Is she saying what I think she's saying?
"What are you telling me? Are you ready for number four?"
"Yessss." She pushes the word out in a sibilant rush of air, as she loosens my tie.
"Oh, baby, that makes me so happy. But do you really want to conceive a child here in this store?"
"Why not? We can name him Neiman or Marcus. Or if it's a girl, we can name her Caroline, after our favorite personal shopper."
"Always so unexpected, Mrs. Grey. I love you."
"And I love you, Mr. Grey," she replies, kissing my neck. "Take off those pants. Let's get intimate."
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