Introduction to Rob and Lou.
Robert Nimble is thirty-five years old,
he’s tech support for a large Internet host, and loves to play
computer games to relax. He’s married to Louise Nimble, who’s a
child minder, and a year younger than her husband. She bakes to
unwind. Taking the old adage that stressed is desserts spelt
backwards to heart.
Robert and Louise are more often known
by the shortenings of their names—Rob and Lou. They’ve been
married for ten years and have two children: Connor, who is six, and
Elizabeth, who’s four. They live in a terraced house in a suburban
outskirt of Manchester. As a family, they enjoy their yearly
week-long holiday to Scarborough, and visits to the cinema to watch
films that the kids and adults giggle at in equal measure. In the
school holidays, they’ll often be found in museums and parks,
enjoying the culture and the beauty of Britain.
They’re a smiley family, although Rob
can get grumpy when his tech genius isn’t taken seriously enough,
and Lou may have the patience of a saint with children, but more than
two hours with her in-laws has her pulling out her hair. The children
are mostly well-behaved, with an inclination to the curious, and the
mischief that goes hand in hand with that. If they do run into the
back of your legs, or scare you with their latest pet insect, they
will apologise politely and you’re likely to instantly forgive
them.
This book is not about the day-to-day
life of this family, but those weekends and rare occasions that Lou
and Rob get some time to themselves to indulge their sensual natures.
Rob enjoys seeing his darling wife in very little clothing, and likes
to indulge in intricate and imaginative role plays. Lou enjoys a bit
of spanking, some domination, and bondage. She wouldn’t say she was
into BDSM, per se; she just likes to dip a toe in the shallow end of
that particularly pervy pond. They both like to flirt with erotic
danger, playing about in public places in hopes of possibly being
caught.
Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends are just
that, so hold on and enjoy the ride.
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Rob
and Lou’s Domestic Discipline
It
was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t
expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return
address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it
could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My
husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the
wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the
anticipation in moments like this.
Inside
was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened
it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed
envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love
hearts.
Wear
this tonight and only this xxx
PS
Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.
I
recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I
remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about
pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this
red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty
lips, and I had to pull him up on it.
“No,
Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to
pinnies. I can’t help it.”
“Pinnies?”
I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re
turned on by tiny little aprons?”
“Yes.”
He nodded solemnly. “It’s a terrible affliction.”
“What’s
your favourite kind?”
“White
ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.
That
night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in
the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a
simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a
little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter,
the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.
“You
watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him,
my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled
me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow
me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand
over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle
helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it.
How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”
I
still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I
continued my story through groans of pleasure.
“You
spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull
up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m
soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley,
the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”
My
words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy
took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that
restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve
found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel
workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for
Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.
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