Bedknobs and Blindfolds

Evelyn paused before entering the revolving door of the hotel. The note had been intriguing… no, exciting was a better word once she could admit to having that feeling. Now, she was wondering what a forty-two-year-old married woman was doing going to a hotel to meet a man whose identity she did not know. Perhaps a drink was in order. It would at least give her some time to think. Evelyn inhaled deeply, pushed through the door, and walked straight to the bar. She almost spilled the vodka Collins because of the shaking in her hands, but after a couple nervous gulps she began to calm down a little and to reflect.



The party had turned out different than she had imagined – a lot different. She thought it would be a typical boring office party. Her husband, Richard, had stressed her attendance was important for his career, so Evelyn reluctantly agreed. Once at the hotel, she quickly downed her first drink and things seemed better. A few men quickly averted their eyes when she caught them staring at her, and Evelyn smiled to herself. It had been worth all that effort to keep her figure, and she was pleased to see men notice because Richard seemed not to care how she looked. Evelyn started smiling back at the stares, and by the end of the evening, was basking in the attentions of several of the male quests.



The next morning, while moving the contents of her evening bag to her normal one, Evelyn found the small card. She knew it hadn’t been there before the party because the small, black purse had been empty until she stocked it with lipstick, powder, and a few other items essential to maintain her appearance at the party. Someone had slipped the card into her purse sometime during the evening. Her heart fluttered when she read the neat cursive handwritten note.



"I find you beautiful, entrancing, and erotic, and I want to show you just how much. If you would enjoy more attention than these words, go to the Kingston Inn on Saturday afternoon. Give your first name at the desk and you shall receive a room key. Go to the room and make yourself comfortable. I will join you when the time is right."



Who…? How…? What an egotistical ass. Did he really think she would actually go? He must think she was some sort of miserable housewife just waiting to jump into bed with the first man who came along. Well, she’d show him. She didn’t need another man in her life. Richard gave her everything she needed.



Evelyn started to throw the card in the trash, and then realized Richard might find it. She put the card back into her evening bag, stuffed it in her dresser drawer, and sat down on the bed. Yes, Richard gave her everything she needed. He was attentive, caring, and they made love every Sunday morning – Richard on top and Evelyn on the bottom. Well, no, making love wasn’t exactly right. They had sex - always the same, Richard rubbed her clit for a while, Evelyn stroked him until he was hard, and then Richard pumped away until he came. Afterwards, while Richard was taking a shower, Evelyn would finish herself with her fingers. She was comfortable with that… wasn’t she?



Anyway, what did he mean, "when the time is right"? Did he have something weird in mind – kinky, as her daughter called it? Sandra was always kidding her about trying some of the things she read in magazines.

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