“Why do you want me to wear clothes?” Lynette asked.
I smiled wickedly. “Wearing lingerie can make you seem even more naked than going nude, Lynette.”
Lynette laughed. “Why don’t you show me what you bought?”
As I hoped, Lynette loved the set. It consisted of a pair of pink panties and a matching camisole.
“You’re right,” Lynette said when she saw my selection. “These would make me look more naked.”
“You are my date tonight,” I said.
Once again, Lynette’s eyebrows raised.
“I don’t want Kristen to take our love for granted.”
“Don’t hurt her, Jim,” Lynette requested.
“I won’t,” I promised.
I went to the apartment intercom and put it on public address. I knew that Kristen and Jackie were most likely in the shower downstairs, but didn’t want to search for them. “Dinner’s ready,” I announced.
It took about two minutes before I got a response. “We’ll be upstairs in five minutes.”
I looked at Lynette and she signaled me that our meal could continue warming without any damage. “That sounds cool. Is Patty down there?”
“Patty needed to leave for Roman’s. She just wanted a few moments’ help on something.”
“Oh,” I said. If the Schnitzel we prepared was anywhere near as good as it smelled, I’d easily have that fifth plate eaten without having any waste.
“I need to blow dry my hair,” Kristen added.
Lynette gave me an “I told you so!” look when she heard that.
“Take your time. Things are in the convection oven,” I said. “Invite Jackie up, too. There was enough for Patty; I didn’t know that she left for Roman’s.”
“OK,” Kristen said.
I saw Lynette going through a few emotional reactions from Kristen’s words.
I decided to change the subject. “Lynette, June once asked me a very personal question.”
“She’s probably asked you quite a few,” Lynette said.
“June wants me to do her anally.”
Lynette didn’t seem surprised. She just nodded.
“I told her that you said that you were experienced, and that…”
“June told me,” Lynette said, softly.
“What did you tell her?” I asked.
“I don’t think I deserve to be your first that way.”
“I can’t think of anybody I’d prefer, as long as you can tell me honestly that you would enjoy it.”
Lynette looked at me. “I’d only enjoy it with you.”
The two of us stared at each other for a long time. Much longer than the five minutes that Kristen said.
“Will you trust me?” I asked Lynette.
“I trust you implicitly.”
“No,” I said. “Will you trust me, even if you think I might start to act like an asshole?”
Lynette didn’t give me an immediate answer.
“Lynette, I intend on doing something a bit outrageous. I would like you to trust me.”
“Is it the kind of thing that would make June want to leave you?” Lynette asked, softly.
“Yes,” I admitted. “Maybe not, if I asked her permission in advance, though.”
“You’re asking in advance?”
“Yes.”
“I will trust you.”
Fifteen minutes after I last used the intercom, a naked Kristen and an equally naked Jackie came upstairs. Both of them expressed shock at the lingerie that Lynette was wearing. It was material only in an academic sense. I had gotten intrigued in this particular design when I was drooling over Kristen’s catalog. It was sort of reverse lingerie, in that the “naughty bits” where most lingerie were opaque for modesty purposes were nearly transparent in this outfit. The not-so-naughty bits were completely covered.
The total effect of Lynette’s lingerie was to make her even more obviously nude than the other girls that were completely nude.
I have wondered over the years why that particular outfit was so erotic to me. After all, it hid more than it displayed, despite the fact that what it displayed was much more personal than what it managed to hide. I’ve since seen other people wear similar outfits, but the experience of seeing it on Lynette that first time filled me with such lust and desire that it was a wonder that I hadn’t just thrown her on the floor and fucked her silly.
Kristen looked oddly at me after she managed to stop gaping at Lynette. I just gave her a mild smile, and I think it was at that moment that Kristen realized that something was up.
“We have Schweineschnitzel with a Jägerschnitzel sauce,” Lynette said, realizing that she had everybody’s undivided attention as she walked back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, wiggling her ass just a bit more than I had ever seen her do previously.
Lynette brought a plate for me and herself. As she served me, she gave me a big kiss after she put my plate in front of me.
“This outfit is so nice!” Lynette squealed.
“I’m glad you like it,” I said.
I saw Kristen and Jackie look at each other, wondering what had happened up here.
I took my first bite of the schnitzel. It was gloriously decadent, an orgy of sensations dancing on my taste buds. The rössti was seasoned perfectly to my taste and the sauce for the meat actually enhanced the potato dish nicely. I even liked the string beans!
Kristen obviously enjoyed the meal, as I saw her close her eyes in pleasure as she ate. Jackie was completely confused, Kristen’s seduction of her having been interrupted by Lynette’s lingerie and the wonderful food we had created.
(Yes, I know that the “we” part was stretching things, but the meal had been my idea, starting with the rössti.)
After dinner, Lynette got up and cleared the table. She had done this so often that Kristen didn’t react to this at all, even though she was still a bit suspicious about what Lynette and I were up to.
When I heard the dishwasher start, Lynette came back into the dining room. I immediately got up and took her arm, and led her toward the master bedroom. “If you’ll excuse us,” I said over my shoulder as I left the dining room.
“Remember to trust me,” I whispered to Lynette after we were out of the other two girls’ sight.
“Kristen’s ready to go ballistic,” Lynette said. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I’m being a friend to Kristen’s lover,” I said, kissing Lynette on the lips.
“Kristen won’t see it that way.” Lynette sighed.
I had Lynette lay down on the king sized bed, and I went into Kristen’s lingerie drawer and found the four pairs of handcuffs that Kristen now had in there.
Lynette’s eyes showed surprise at the handcuffs.
“Trust me,” I asked, once again.
“I trust you.”
Kristen finally got the nerve to barge into the master bedroom. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
Before I could answer, Kristen gasped, seeing Lynette spread eagle on the bed face down with four pairs of handcuffs binding her to the bed.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kristen demanded.
I looked at Kristen dismissively, and said, softly. “Play with your toy. I’ve found a use for your discards.”
I noticed Lynette suck in air as I said that. I knew that my words were cruel, but I wasn’t trying to insult Lynette. I was trying to get through to Kristen.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Kristen demanded.
I took a deep breath. I was going to have to move into Big Asshole territory to pull this off properly. “The last time I looked, my dear Goddess, I was the fucking person that has the deed to this apartment.” As I said each word, it took quite a lot of effort to continue. “As the master of this household, I’m spending the night with Lynette, who was the mastermind behind a most wonderful dinner that you didn’t even bother to compliment tonight.”