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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 2 - The Dinner

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   It was almost eight o'clock.  They smiled nervously at one another as
they drove up the road to the big house.  Andy had already told Karen that,
when Karl had invited them, he had specified the time and suggested that
they arrive then 'if they knew what was good for them'.  It was probably a
hint that punctuality was a virtue that was admired in the company, and it
seemed only reasonable to make sure that they started the evening off on
the right foot.

   Andy had dressed casually in jeans and light shirt, whilst Karen had
decided to wear a light, short, dress, with matching, high heeled, strappy
sandals.  Karen felt that the thin straps across her painted toes showed
off her light golden tan to maximum effect.  To a casual observer they
could have been young couple out for a walk on a warm summers evening, but
they knew differently.  They knew that an invite such as this was special,
as their hosts were known around the village for being aloof, even
arrogant. In fact, as far as anyone knew, no one from the village had ever
been invited up to the house.

   A feeling of anticipation ran through them as they arrived at the main
door and rang the bell.  The door was opened almost immediately by someone
who could only be the lady of the house, which surprised Karen.  Judging by
the size of the house and grounds she felt sure that there would be some
staff to assist in running things

   'Do not worry my dear', Greta, sensing Karen's bewilderment, explained,
'I've given the staff the weekend off, after all, we don't want to be
disturbed do we?'

   As she spoke, she stepped from behind the door.  Karen and Andy were
quite stunned by the sight of her.  Dressed in a long dress, slit up to the
thigh, and tightly fitting around her ample bust, Greta made a fine, a
fetching, sight.  The slit in her dress revealed that she was wearing,
unusually for the time of year, a pair of black patent knee high, spike
heeled boots.  She was wearing around her neck what appeared to be a
narrow, black, soft leather collar with some sort of silver attachment.

   'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs, err...', said Karen, 'we thought this was an
informal occasion.  Had we known we would have dressed more appropriately'.
Karen nudged Andy, whose eyes were fixing on the attractive figure before
him.

   'No my dear, there is no need for you to worry about that', Greta
smiled, 'it won't be a problem for us I'm sure.' There was something about
the glint in her eye as spoke that made them both wonder exactly what on
earth it was that she meant.

   Greta led the way to a large room.  As they entered, her husband came
through the large, windowed, doors which were opened onto sweeping lawns.
He was dressed rather more casually than his wife.

   'Let me introduce you to my husband, Karl', Greta smiled and turned
towards him, 'and, by the way, do call me Greta, for now anyway.'

   Karl came towards them smiling and offering his hand to Karen.  She
smiled at him and offered hers in return.  His grip was firm, strong,
indeed, very strong.  'So pleased to meet you, my dear, and this is your
partner is it?' He released her hand and approached Andy.

   'My dear, do forgive me', Greta smiled at Karen, 'I should have
introduced myself properly.' She offered Karen her smoothly manicured hand
and held Karen in a firm grip, gently squeezing her fingers.  As she
released hand her finger tips lightly brushed against the palm of Karen's
hand.  Karen felt a slight, almost imperceptible, but undeniable, tremor at
the contact.  Clearly Greta was making some kind on statement.

   'Now, a drink for you both?' Karl took over the proceedings.

   'Just a tonic water for me', Karen spoke shyly.

   'Come, come, my dear girl, do have something a little stronger.  A drop
of gin with your tonic perhaps?  And you?  You'll have one won't you my
love?' Karl raised his eyebrows at his wife.

   'Yes please, but you always know what I want don't you?' Greta smiled at
her husband.  Karen noticed the look between them but thought no more of it
for the moment.'

   'Andy, what can I get you?' Karl turned, 'Andy?'.  But Andy was not
listening, he was staring at his hostess.

   Greta had sat down and crossed her long legs.  As she had done so the
slit in her dress had fallen further apart, revealing more of her smooth
white thigh, starkly contrasting with the black leather of her boot.  Andy
blushed as he realised he had been caught, and stuttered that he would like
a whisky if that would be all right.

   'Oh Andy, Andy don't be so embarrassed, we're all adults after all',
Greta smiled as she patted the seat beside her, 'Now come sit next to me
and enjoy your drink'

   Andy sat nervously on the edge of the seat as Karl handed him the drink,
a very large drink.

   As this was going on Karen was admiring the room which was much larger
than she had expected.  In fact it could probably contain the whole of the
small, two bedroom, apartment that she and Andy shared.  She sipped her
drink as she took in the splendor of the room.

   As she stood looking out of the big picture window, she was aware of a
movement behind her.  She turned to see Karl, smiling down at her.  His
tall, broad frame towered over her.

   'It's a wonderful view isn't it?  he asked, moving closer.

   'Y-y-yes', Karen managed to reply.  She was a little overcome by these,
to her, unnatural surroundings.  Even so, she was excited by the way this
man looked down at her, with his natural air of superiority.

   'Come and sit down and let us have a little talk', Karl took her arm and
led her to another seat, 'by the way,.  my dear, did I mention that I love
your outfit?  Those sandals compliment your feet perfectly.'

   Karen blushed, becoming aware of the effect he was having on her,
feeling butterflies in her stomach, which she had not known since she first
met Andy.  She looked across to where Andy sat now.  Greta actually had her
hand at the top of his thigh!

   'Yes, this house has belonged to relatives of ours for very many years.
I often visited as a child and know the place inside out.' Karl smiled at
Karen and moved closer to her.  'We have a huge, I think you would call it,
wine cellar.  Perhaps we could show you after dinner?'

   'Oh yes we'd like that wouldn't we Karen?' Andy had turned to look at
Karen, and noticed the look in her eyes.  He knew that look, one he had not
seen since they had first met.  This time, he knew, it wasn't for him. 
Despite himself he felt a stirring in his loins.  He blushed as he realised
he was growing hard at the thought of Karen, his Karen, being with someone
else.  But then Greta was giving him a lot of attention, so perhaps it was
to be a different night for both of them.  He smiled inwardly at the
thought.  He realised that Karen was, most likely, just as willing to
explore the possibilities.

   Dinner was a light meal, with plenty of wine, and completed by coffee
and then liqueurs all round.  Despite drinking perhaps a little too much
during the meal, both Karen and Andy had noticed that their hosts had not
only been flirting with them both, but had been exchanging knowing glances
between themselves.  However, by the end of the meal neither of them
noticed the nods and smiles between Karl and Greta, as if some personal,
private, decision had been made

   Back in the main room, where they had been earlier, Andy sat next to
Greta, with Karen and Karl on a large deep sofa opposite.  The room was lit
entirely by candles, their soft glow and the heady combination of alcohol
added to the feel of the room.  There was an atmosphere, a tenseness, in
the room, and both Andy and Karen wondered what the next step was to be. 
Neither dared to make a move for themselves, it would not be proper, they
were both quite happy to follow the lead of their hosts.

   The small talk from dinner continued as they sat and continued drinking
but it soon became a little more specific, with sexual comments and
innuendoes.  Andy became, aware once again, of Greta's hand resting on his
thigh, and turned to look at her aware that she was staring intently at
him. He broke his gaze to look across at Karen, knowing this was the
moment, knowing that he somehow needed her approval before this could go
on. She looked back at him, as if considering the situation, there was no
doubt she knew what he was asking, and finally she smiled at him, and
nodded her head.  Turning back to Greta, he leant towards her, and made to
kiss her, but she shook her head.

   'No Andy, that is not how it is going to be.  You play by our rules or
not at all'

   Confused he sat back

   'And what rules would they be', he asked, not sure what she had meant.

   'Myself and Karl both have rather, shall we say, unconventional tastes',
she explained, 'or, rather, they may seem unconventional to you.  But, and
you must believe me, the highs, the pleasures, that can be achieved are
quite incredible.'

   Greta paused and looked across at Karen.  'To us, our tastes are
conventional.  So, if you feel you can trust us, I, we, can introduce you
both to sexual highs that you cannot even dream about.'

   Andy looked across at Karen, who had leant forward and was listening
intently, a look of fear, excitement and interest on her face.  He caught
her eye, and once again she gave a slight nod of her head, but no smile
this time, her fear of the unknown prevented that.  The sexual tension in
the room tangible, and Andy knew that he had to let himself go, had to find
out what Greta was talking about.  Finally he turned to her and smiled.

   'So, Greta, where do we begin?'

   Smiling, Greta stood and took his hand, pulling him to his feet.  As she
did so, Karl also pulled Karen to her feet.

   'Remove all of your clothes now!  Strip naked, both of you,' Greta
commanded, 'and kneel before us'

   Karen started to protest, but remembered what Greta had said earlier
about trusting them.  In a curious way she did.  After all she reflected,
this seems rather like some of my adventures years ago when I was still
married.

   Both Karen and Andy quickly stripped, and knelt before their hosts, as
they had been instructed.  Immediately their hosts moved, Karl behind Karen
and Greta behind Andy, and applied, strapped, a leather blindfold to each.

   'This is the first part of the trust we asked of you, and you have both
done well' Greta took charge of the proceedings.  'Now, you remember we
promised to show you our little wine cellar?  That is where we are going
now.  When we get you there you will find that it is rather different to
any you may have seen before"

   The naked couple were helped to their feet and walked, led, slowly
through the house, with Karl leading Karen by the hand.  She could feel
cold flagstones on the soles of her bare feet as they started to descend
steps to some lower level.  Her full nipples were hardening with the cold,
but, somehow, her nakedness, her vulnerability, excited her, even the fear
of what was to come excited her.  She knew that, whatever was to happen,
she had never felt this way before.  She felt a trickle of her wetness
dribble down her leg as she walked, her smooth labia doing nothing to
retain or hide the signs of her arousal.

   Andy followed with Greta.  He was somewhat embarrassed to be paraded
like this, especially as his body was, he thought, not as presentable as it
was in the past.  What did Greta see in him, he wondered, and, more to the
point what was in store for them?

   Intruding on their thoughts, they heard a door being opened.  They
stepped into a cold room, although they were aware of a heat source,
possibly an open fire, off to one side.

   'Now kneel before us again, and we shall remove the blindfolds.' For the
first time in all of this Karl had spoken.

   Andy was aware of Karen beside him as they knelt, and reached out and
squeezed her hand slightly.

   'Do that again and you will be punished.' Greta said, her tone harsh. 
Immediately their hands parted.

   Karen knelt expectantly.  Then she felt hands unstrapping the leather,
the soft leather, blindfold, removing it.

   Finally, she was completely, totally naked: her and she could see the
room.  Her eyes widened in surprise.  There was no longer any doubt in her
mind, this wine cellar was unlike anything she could ever have imagined.





   End of Part 2

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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