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your legs?”
    “Yes, sort of…but not much. I thought I wanted it, but when it came to it, I didn’t.”
    He shakes his head slowly. “Now you’re prevaricating, Willa. Keeping the full truth from me.” Standing up suddenly, he’s right in my face, looking down at me. “I don’t mind if he played with your pussy. I just want you to be honest with me.”
    I open my mouth to answer, but his lips come down on mine, hard and fast and unequivocal. Gasping around his tongue, I let him take me with his mouth, possessive and hungry. I put my arms around his neck to hold myself up, to hold myself against him, and as he continues to subdue me with the kiss, I feel his hand on my bottom, working my skirt up quickly and efficiently.
    When the cool air hits my bare skin, I start to struggle, unable to control the automatic urge to cover myself.
    “Someone might come in!” I protest, trying to break the kiss, but he kisses harder, a hand on the back of my head, holding me, while his other cups my bottom cheek, squeezing and massaging it in a way that’s delicious, delicious, delicious…rude but intensely arousing.
    “Ah, Willa, Willa, Willa,” he purrs when he eventually ends the kiss, “Always worrying what people will thinkworrying what other people do.” He’s looking at me, talking to me in a normal way, but as he stares into my eyes, he’s running his fingertips up and down into the cleft of my sex, teasing me, tickling me. “You mustn’t do that, love. It only spoils things for you. Just relax, let things happen, cease to strive and fret.” He’s petting my perineum now, stroking it, his fingers sliding on my juices.
    I let out a little whimper, unable to contain myself. I feel a thick rush of lubrication slither down the inside of my thigh, wetting my stocking top.
    “See how much easier life is when you surrender to pleasure. When you stop forever wanting to do things, and change things, and just let things happen to you.”
    Gasping, I lean against him, still holding on for dear life. My clit’s pulsating with hungry need, but I can’t reach down, can’t touch myself. I haven’t had permission. I must wait for him to give it, or for him to do me himself. All I can do is step from one foot to the other, as if that might surreptitiously stimulate me without him realizing it.
    The minute I think that, though, he murmurs, “Tut-tut…I know what you’re trying to do. And I haven’t given permission. You have to earn your pleasure, my sweet. Give me something, so I’ll give you something.” He presses his mouth to the side of my face, breathing in deeply. “Much as I love you, my dear wife, it’s not all about you anymore. It’s about me too. What I want.”
    Far back in my mind, the old me clamors. I’m not his wife, not really. We’re not together, and even if we are, we don’t have that kind of relationship…or do we?
    But I swallow hard, turn my head, breathe his breath. I don’t want the old relationship anymore. I was never happy, not even when I was getting all my own way. Because beneath the superficial satisfaction I knew I was hurting him. And only he was brave enough to walk away from the mess I was making.
    Walk away, so he could come back. A new man. The one I need and love.
    In a tiny voice, I ask, “What do you want?” I know the answer, I think, but I’m scared, still scared. It’s the ultimate loss of control, a true submission.
    “Well, tonight, for starters. I’d like to see your beautiful breasts again…and your thighs…and your pussy.” His fingers move devilishly, sliding forward, playing around my entrance, but not quite reaching my clit. “And then I think I’d like to spank your bottom. You need to learn to let go, my love. To give in. Cut loose.” He slips a finger into my vagina, and it goes in to the first joint, coasting on my honey. “To let someone other than you control your senses and your body.” He kisses me again, his lips cruising my throat as