Resolutions (Audio Script)

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“Okay, new bed sheets, candles.

Ugh, why are there always clothes on the ground next to the hamper?

How hard is it to put them in the hamper?

Okay what else, what else—”

“Baby, just… come here.

Sit on the bed with me for a minute.”

I finish shoving your work clothes into the hamper and quickly hide it in the closet.

I turn around to see you leaning against the side of the bed.

“No, she’ll be here any minute, I just want to make sure—”

“You need to relax.

This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

I walk over to you and you pull me onto your lap on the bed.

My heart is racing about a mile a minute and I know you’re right: all the anxious cleaning in the world isn’t going to make a difference.

What does calm me is the sound of your heart, strong and steady, and the way your lips feel as they brush against my neck.

“Mmm…

I know I’m being a bit…”

“Crazy?”

“Well, yeah.

I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?

We can cancel, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“No, no… I just—”

How do I even begin to explain the thoughts and feelings running wild inside me right now?

This seemed like a great idea last week.

With New Year’s Eve right around the corner, we were just settling into bed when we started talking about resolutions.

We’re pretty predictable people, set in our routines. We don’t try new things very often, and it’s something we’d both like to change.

I mentioned in passing that I really wanted to explore more things in the bedroom. You followed up by saying you want to be more dominant with me in bed… but then confessed that you had no idea where to start.

‘There are people for that,’ I had said jokingly.

We went to bed without talking about it more, but in the morning, you brought it up again.

I was excited that you did because the idea of you being a bit more dominant… it’s actually really sexy.

The more we talked about it, the more excited we got.

After an incredible round of morning sex on the kitchen counter, we figured out what we wanted to do in order to make this fantasy a reality.

We decided to hire a dominatrix to teach you how to become more confident and dominant in the bedroom.

She’s on her way here now and I’m… freaking out a little.

“Listen… she can be as involved as we want her to be.

She doesn’t have to touch you or anything, she can just… instruct me, tell me what to do.”

I kind of like the idea of that.

I want this to be our moment just for us, I don’t think we’re really ready for a full-on threesome with another person or anything… but we definitely need a guide since we’re both so new to this.

So I’m glad she’ll be here.

Yes, it may be a little weird, having another person in the room while we have sex. But it’s also really exciting and such a huge step for us.

“Yeah, I know. I’m excited, really.

I promise. It’s just…”

“Not every day someone comes into my home and instructs me on how to fuck my wife. Yeah, I know.”

“Hey, you’re going to do great.

There’s nothing wrong with us, okay?

I’m happy… and you’re happy. This is just… something new for us to try.

No pressure, right?”

“Exactly.”

I can feel your tense body relax a little as you pull me down onto the bed.

Your steady hands slowly gliding up my body and cupping my face in your hands is reassuring.

“Are you ready?”

I give you a nod and watch you exit the bedroom, go down the hall and I hear you open the door.

“Hey, I’m Alice.

You’re expecting me?”

“Yes, please come in.

My wife is just in the bedroom down the hall.

We’re pretty much ready…”

I hear two sets of footsteps coming back down the hall toward the bedroom.

Okay, this is fun.

We can do this.

I stand up to greet you as you enter, but the greeting I was about to give our guest gets stuck in my throat.

Everything about the woman standing in front of me commands my attention. She’s wearing a tight leather skirt, a bold red blouse, and a pair of black, modest heels. Her hair is pinned back in a high ponytail and her lips are painted red.

She’s… beautiful.

Some other words come to mind when I look at her: fierce, magnetic, intimidating, but mostly, she’s just… noticeable.

From the outfit she’s wearing to the way she’s standing, everything demands your attention.

“Babe, this is Alice.”

“Hi. Thanks for inviting me into your home.

It’s nice to be back in the area… I actually grew up a few blocks from here.”

Her voice surprises me.

I think I expected it to be deeper, more intense.

I watch as she takes off her coat and drapes it over the chair in the corner.

She sits, adjusting her skirt and slipping off her heels.

“This is your first time…?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s my job to pick up on these things.

The energy in the room.

I can tell you’re excited but nervous.

Right?”

I give her a nod as you join me on the edge of the bed.

Neither of us are really sure how or where to start.

“It’s okay, you can both relax.

I want you to just… pretend I’m not here, at least for now.

Once we get going, I’ll interrupt only to give instructions.

I won’t get involved otherwise unless you invite me to.

Does that work for you?”

“And you’ll… I mean, I’m not sure how this really goes.”

“My goal is to help you both feel confident and to ensure you have a good time tonight. If, at any point, you feel uncomfortable with my suggestions, I want you to use the word ‘daisy.’

We’ll stop what we’re doing and assess any difficult feelings that are arising.

Otherwise, I want you both to just… enjoy each other.

Do what feels right.”

I’m surprised by how reassuring her voice is to us both. Her presence has shifted from commanding to soft and gentle.

It doesn’t feel strange when you guide me onto my back on the bed and start kissing my neck.

My hands roam from your chest down to your stomach and I tease the bulge in your pants with my fingers as your lips move across my skin.

Your cock is already so hard, pressing into me lightly as you slowly start to unbutton the front of my dress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Keep going…”

You unbutton the rest of my dress and I readjust to slip it off before you climb back on top of me.

Feeling your lips exploring my naked body, wearing nothing but a thong while this woman we don’t know observes us… it doesn’t feel as scary as I thought.

I steal a glance over at her and she’s got her eyes locked on you. Watching your movements, studying how you touch me.

It’s really sexy, actually, the way she’s looking at us. Like we’re putting on a show for her.

I wrap my legs around your waist and curl my arms around your neck as you pull my panties to the side. You tease me a little, running your fingers up and down…

Your fingers dip inside me and you begin to move them a little faster.

“Take your time with her.”

As if it’s totally natural and something you do all the time, you obey her instructions. Your fingers slide out of me and you move up to my clit.

You rub me in slow, deliberate circles. It feels really, really good…

You stay focused on me, but my eyes follow her as she stands and circles us, watching how you’re moving your fingers and then taking in my responses.

Fuck, this is actually really hot.

I love that she’s watching, that she’s seeing all of this, us as we normally are in private.

I work to unbuckle your pants, and my hand is sliding into your boxers when you pull away from me a little.

“Uh-uh… you need to ask for permission tonight.”

Your fingers work my clit a little faster and you pull away from me, glaring down at me with a hard look in your eyes.

I’ve never seen you like this before.

“If you want this cock, you need to ask for permission.”

You look over at her and she gives you a nod as you trail your fingers down and suddenly thrust them inside me.

“Oh god…”

Fuck, I’ve never heard you speak like that before.

I’ve never asked for permission for anything during sex before, with anyone. I can feel my cheeks flushing a little and I can’t seem to find the words.

“Come on… beg for me.

You can do it…”

Your fingers pump in and out of me faster and harder and I’m wrapping my legs around your waist, trying to pull you in closer to me…