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A year had passed since the night I had paid for my infidelity. It was winter again, and the season resurrected ghosts from the time I sat across from Linda and Stephan in the Excelsior hotel bar. Linda and I had walked home through the city streets together in the snow. At the time, I feared it was the end of us, but we had found a new beginning by summer. Early snow flurries teased me with returning memories of that night, along with all the emotions that accompanied them. The first snow seemed to put Linda in a melancholy mood, and I wondered if shadows of our history haunted her as well.I watched from our bedroom window as the snow fell. It was just after sunset, and the streets were still busy with early holiday shoppers. From eight stories up, the fine, tiny flakes floated and whirled in a deceiving promise the storm might wait until daylight before blanketing the streets and paralyzing traffic. The city had just begun to put up holiday decorations, and the snow sparkled as it danced near the colored lights on its chaotic fall to the ground.Linda arrived behind me and put her arms around my waist, watching the brunt of winter arrive as well. She gave me little hugs as we stood there together, and finally nuzzled the back of my neck with her nose.*quot;It seems like yesterday, doesn't it?*quot; she said thoughtfully. *quot;The time passes so quickly.*quot;*quot;Have you seen him?*quot; I asked.*quot;Now and then. Work stuff. He's the same.*quot;*quot;Lunches with him?*quot;*quot;Not often. A few weeks ago. More work stuff.*quot;*quot;Do you think about him?*quot;*quot;I do. You know, now and then.*quot;We stood quietly for a while longer, staring down into the street.*quot;There is something we need to do, you know?*quot; she continued quietly.*quot;Lot's to do,*quot; I answered, then sighed.*quot;One thing. Tonight? A place where I can get a strawberry daiquiri?*quot;*quot;This isn't a repeat performance, is it?*quot;*quot;Nope.*quot; She nuzzled me again, trailing her fingers across my cheek before making her way to the bedroom.************************** * * * * * * * * *** *****The walk to the Excelsior seemed to take longer than I remembered, maybe due to my dread of what had happened there. The wind hadn't picked up yet, and the snow was light and fluffy. Linda took my arm, but we didn't talk on the way. I noticed the snow speckling her hair and remembered my thoughts, now a year old. 'Like brilliant rhinestones on black velvet'. Ataşehir Escort She'd glance at me and smile, then turn her sight back toward our destination. I saw the Excelsior as a well of anxiety, but she was celebrating our new beginning. Strange how we pictured the place existing in two different worlds.The hotel bar was busy, and they were still serving food. A waiter met us at the entrance and led us to a table at the far side of the room. Linda tugged on his arm and stopped him.*quot;Wait. Could we have the booth, over there, in the corner?*quot;He left us menus and took our drink order before rushing away.*quot;It's the same one, isn't it?*quot; I asked. *quot;Where we sat before?*quot;*quot;It is,*quot; she answered, smiling at me.She shrugged her coat off her shoulders. Under it was the same flowered dress.*quot;The dress too?*quot; Now I had to smile.*quot;Don't you like it? Maybe you'd like me to make some changes? Maybe with the way it fits? Or something else?*quot;The waiter returned with our drinks, but before he rushed away again, she stopped him.*quot;Excuse me. Does a 'Chuck' still work here? Cute guy, in his twenties, very friendly...*quot;*quot;Nope - don't know him,*quot; he said quickly, without even looking at her. *quot;Do you want to order from the menu?*quot;*quot;We're fine for now,*quot; she told him. *quot;Oh - but could you bring us another round of drinks? That way we won't bother you again for a while.*quot;He raced off to the bar again.Linda sipped her daiquiri, and I downed half my shot of scotch in one gulp. I had ordered it neat, and someone had put ice in my twelve-year-old single malt.*quot;So, what do you think? About my dress? Any changes you'd like to make?*quot; The corners of her mouth turned up a little. Her eyes were wide and liquid, overflowing with expectation.*quot;As a matter of fact, there are,*quot; I answered, smiling. *quot;I'd like you to put your panties here, on the table, right beside my drink. Can you do that, Linda?*quot; That got a wider smile from her. I could play this game. I knew all about the rules - there weren't any.*quot;I certainly can, for a big, handsome guy like you. I'll do anything you want. I'll be right back.*quot;I grabbed her wrist before she could slide across the seat.*quot;No, no. I want you to take them off here, at the table. What color are they?*quot;She paused and glanced quickly around the room.*quot;Um, they're black.*quot;*quot;What do they look like. Describe Ataşehir Escort Bayan them.*quot;*quot;Lacy. Very thin. And tiny. Very tiny.*quot;*quot;Are they thin enough to see your pussy through them?*quot;She cleared her throat, looked around the room again, and finally answered.*quot;Um-hmm. My husband likes them that way.*quot;*quot;Good. Let's see them.*quot;She slid her hand under the dress near the wall, felt around for the scrap of lace at her hip, then, looking carefully out over the room, drew the panties down her legs and over her shoes. I was impressed. Where had she learned to do that? It was almost as if she had practiced it.She left them on the seat beside her.I tapped a spot on the table, beside my glass. *quot;Not there, here.*quot;I thought I was challenging her, but she surprised me when they fell from her open fist onto the table. They were black, just like she had said, and they were now a slowly expanding ball of wadded lace, resting in front of me by my drink.*quot;And the rest?*quot; I asked.*quot;The rest?*quot;*quot;Yes. The rest of what you have on under that pretty dress.*quot;For the first time that night, Linda was at a loss for words. She looked down at the menu, smiling, and was silent for a full minute before she spoke.*quot;But you can't expect me to - I mean, not here in the open?*quot;*quot;How difficult can it be? Tell me what's under your dress.*quot;She glanced around again, then leaned toward me and lowered her voice.*quot;My bra. Nothing else. I'll take it off for you, but not here. Over there, in the ladies room?*quot;I fingered the side of my glass for a few seconds, then downed the rest of my scotch. She was waiting for an answer, still pressed forward over the table, eyes wide with excitement.The waiter brought our second round of drinks. I lowered my eyes to the second glass, again with two large ice cubes, so I stopped him to complain. *quot;It's top shelf scotch. I've ordered it 'neat' twice now. Can you fix it?*quot; He scooped up the glass without a word and hurried away once again. It wasn't the service we remembered.Linda raised her eyebrows. She looked surprised. *quot;Well, my husband certainly wouldn't have been that forward. I'm impressed.*quot;I stared for a long time at the buttons down the front of her dress. It narrowed to a snug fit just below her bust, and I could see the buttons part here and there to reveal bare skin underneath. *quot;About Escort Ataşehir your dress, Linda, and what's under it. Before you run off to the ladies room, undo the buttons. I want to see.*quot; I doubted she'd refuse. She had done the same for Stephan in that very same booth a year ago. She didn't disappoint me.*quot;Um, okay. But if my husband knew what I'm doing, well, he'd be very upset.*quot;*quot;Your husband isn't here. Now, the buttons?*quot;She began to undo them, slowly, running her fingers lightly over each one before slipping it through the tight slit beneath it. I wondered how far she'd go.*quot;Is, this what you want?*quot; she asked, with a sober stare.She had stopped after the third one, and the dress had burst open to show me the inner curves of her breasts and the edges of the black bra through the opening. I remembered that she had gone much further for Stephan, but the bar had been almost empty by that hour and I knew she had been swept away by anger and her fantasies of submission to him.*quot;Good. I see it matches your panties. Did your husband buy the bra and panties for you?*quot;*quot;He didn't. I bought them so he'd fuck me,*quot; she whispered.*quot;Doesn't he fuck you?*quot;*quot;Of course. But not always the way I want it.*quot;Her smile grew slowly after she said it. It became wider and more lascivious by the second. It was my turn to be impressed.I nodded toward the rest rooms.*quot;Don't button up. Just bring me your bra.*quot;*quot;I'll be right back,*quot; she said. She was still smiling as she left our booth.I watched her cross the room, circle the bar, then disappear. Linda always turned a few heads in public, even when I was there beside her. Had I been there at the bar and saw her pass by, I would have been occupied with my own fantasies. She was a walking contradiction - at first glance, a refined, beautiful woman out for a cocktail with her husband; but after a longer look at the front of her dress, the way she moved with such a purposeful, confident stride and the fuck-me look in her eyes, she'd more than pass for an entirely corruptible wife, easily enticed by the right man with a cock she found irresistible.But Linda had always been able to appear to be one thing to men, and then an instant later, chameleon-like, become whatever she decided they wanted her to be. She had been a late bloomer, eventually evolving into a beguiling siren in her late twenties. Even now she could reach into her past and revive the innocent but seductive woman-child I knew when we met. Boys loved it then, and men salivated over it later. She knew it, and I was sure she used it, sometimes to flirt with an attractive man, and other times just to make me crazy. It worked, for both purposes.