39 - He Knows His Place, Part Eight #3
She had walked towards the back of the store where all the lingerie was kept.
There were so many variances that Lillian could not figure out where to look first. She looked at the full body pieces which screamed innocent seduction, and then at the three-piece sets of matching bras and panties with a garter belt to compliment it all.
She decided to go for a three-piece which seemed to be a lot more dominating than the one-piece.
She had set up the bedroom perfectly; candles leading him to her and rose petals scattered across the bed.
Lillian was sure that she looked like something out of a Lana Del Rey music video.
She was loving every single second of it.
She had heard the front door slide open and then shut, so she jumped onto the bed and trying her best to look sexy.
She fidgeted with the strap of the bra, pulling her boobs up slightly and letting them bounce back into place.
She had gone for an all red set because red was the color of Hell, and she wanted to do the worst things to Ron in all the best ways.
Lillian’s eyes were glued to the door, anticipating the arrival of her boyfriend.
And his arrival was more than she ever could have asked for.
He stood there, mouth hanging open as he stared at the woman he got to call his very own.
He appeared unable to decide which he wanted more; to rip her out of that set and ravish her in all of the ways that she deserved or to spend a longer period of time admiring her in all of her red, devilish glory.
In the end, Ron did both that night…several times.
While Lillian remembered that first time, Mia was reflecting on her own past.
Mia had been meaning to get out of her stuffy apartment for a while.
She had just recently cut things off with her boyfriend of three years.
At twenty-five, loveless and working a 9-to-5 job that had nothing to do with her dreams, Mia felt irrevocably lost. The temporality of life had always freaked her out; a week before the break up, she had thought she would be marrying that man in a year, maybe having her first child within the next two years, and would have her life settled down by the time she reached thirty.
Now, that was all messed up. Now, she was single, living in her old dingy apartment, and unsure if she would ever again allow herself to fall in love.
Mia had spent the past week-and-a-half holed up in her bedroom, eating ungodly amounts of Chinese takeout, and crying over photos she’d had taken with her boyfriend.
But this Friday, she had decided that she was going to remind herself that it was his loss and not hers.
It was time to remind herself that she was beautiful and deserving of a new and loving relationship.
Mia did not really have any friends to go on this drunken escapade with her.
All the friends she’d had were connected with her ex.
She could not stand to see anybody that would remind her of the life she had just lost. She could barely even remember why they had broken up, but she remembered crying and holding her bleeding hand; cut on the glass vase he had thrown across the room as he’d screamed at her.
She remembered how scared she had felt, how hopeless.
Mia could never forgive a man who had gotten violent, even if it was not towards her.
Violence scared her; it made her feel like she was the lost little girl who had to hide under her bed whenever her father came home.
She still felt the need to cover her ears and rock back and forth to drown out the sounds of her mother and father yelling at each other.
Mia hated yelling. She thought that it was how evil people conversed.
She’d broken up with him the next day through a note left on the kitchen counter and then she disappeared from his life.
He had tried calling her at least a hundred times on the first day.
That number slowly started to dwindle until the day before when she had received only a text message informing her that she had won.
He would give up. She hadn’t known, at the time, if she felt relieved or disappointed. It was possibly both.
Mia dug through her closet until she had found what she had been looking for; a skintight, red latex dress that fit her figure well. It hoisted her size-A cup in a way that made them look ample and dug into every crevice of her body, so her figure looked curvy, like a winding road.
As a short lady, she got away with wearing platform heels which was exactly what she did.
She allowed her long, midnight black hair to lay natural and fall just above the rise of her butt.
What Mia lacked in the boob department, she definitely made up for in the ass department.
She had a super small waist and wide hips accompanied by a large ass that jiggled adorably every time she took a step.
Her body had been something boys had ridiculed when she was growing up but, in her adult years, they lusted after it.
She went to a bar that was a couple feet away from her apartment block. She had decided that she would get cocktail drunk all by herself and maybe pick up an older gentleman who wanted to experience his glory days one more time. Mia had no idea that she would meet her future husband that night.
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The two women giggled like teenage school girls, as they helped one another into their intricate lingerie which they’d bought on their girls’ day out.
Mia had opted for an all white set that stood stark against her tanned skin.
Lillian had opted for the same set, but in all black which also stood stark against her paler skin.
The two women were going for a sort of good-versus-evil vibe for the plan they were about to execute.
Mia helped Lillian curl her auburn-colored hair and arrange it into a pretty half-up, half-down style.
Lillian helped Mia with her makeup, giving her a sexy cat-eye look.
The two women planned to do something that they were sure their men would love. Their men would see red until they got to touch them. This was going to be the ultimate cuckold, and there would be nothing they could do to stop it.
Lillian had been toying with this idea for a while now. She remembered when she and Mia kissed, how soft Mia’s lips had been and how beautiful her thighs felt melting into her hands. Lillian wanted to feel that again.
Lillian usually was not the shy type. What she wanted, she got.
There was never any hesitation in getting it.
Something about Mia left Lillian breathless; something about the way Mia’s soft lips had melted against her own that made her feel alive.
Perhaps Lillian had been so used to being the softer one during moments of intimacy.
Having a taste of taking that kind of charge was exhilarating.
Lillian would be lying if she said that she never wanted to feel it again.
“Okay, I’ve set the camera up. Let’s do it.” Mia’s excited voice snapped Lillian out of thoughts of her lips. Lillian’s wishes were about to become true.