Boudoir Shenanigans

Boudoir Shenanigans

This was another fun Wicked Wednesday to write for, for those of you that don’t know, it’s fun to get to respond to a prompt, read the responses of others, and have a great time.

Wicked Wednesday… a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Heather gave Marshal that look he knew all too well. Her left eyebrow slightly raised, her eyes flat and wide, but it was the grin, that almost stretched from ear to ear that told him everything he needed to know. He made eye contact with her and she blushed immediately; she pulled the iPad back up over her eye line so that the eye contact had to break immediately. He thought about the bet made the last time she had that look and while he lost the bet, he definitely won one of the best nights of his life.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Marshal asked with a similar smile. “I want to know what you are thinking.”

Heather grinned at this; she pushed her face back into her iPad. Marshal could see her peeking over the top as he looked at her and she watched him for a very long minute. She caught his eye and her grin got wider.

“So,” Marshal said. “Are you going to tell me or what?”

“Do you love me?”

“Oh my,” Marshal said, “when you start off like I get worried.” He shook his head from side to side as he said the words. In his mind he flashed through a bet he lost to Heather one weekend on a football game and how that turned into the craziest night of his life. “We always have fun though. You know, of course, that I love you and I’m a little disappointed that you even have to ask you diabolical little woman.”

Heather smirked.

“I like being described as diabolical, it makes me sound like a Bond villain.” Heather giggled as she said the last few words. “Should I tell you my plan, while I have you tied up Mr Bond?”

Marshal nodded. Heather turned the iPad to allow him to see what she had been looking at. The picture was of a man, half dressed, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts, posing. She flipped the picture to the next one, the same man was spread out on the bed, in the same boxers, all of his muscles flexing. She flipped the picture, and now he was sitting on the bed, only his manhood covered by a hand towel. Several more pictures went by and her face got more and more excited.

“That’s not the porn I’m used to seeing you look at,” Marshal said. “Normally it’s girl on girl stuff.”

“It’s not porn,” Heather said defensively. “It’s boudoir pictures. I think it would be fun for us both to do this. I want to take some classy pictures of you I can have for when you aren’t around. I want to make sure you have some of me that aren’t tasteless selfies.”

“I’ve tasted what was in those selfies, you are definitely not tasteless.”

“You know what I mean. I think we should rent a hotel room one night and do something like this.”

“When do you want to do it?”

“I booked a room already for tonight,” Heather smiled shyly. “I hoped you would say yes.”

Marshal looked at her and shook his head again.

“So, I guess I’m in.”

“Good, you need to get ready to go, and I’ve already packed a bag of stuff I want to see you in.”

“And what about the stuff that I want to see you wearing in pictures from now until the end of time?” Marshal asked.

“Go raid my panty drawers,” Heather said.

“Already thinking about it, but I think we need to stop at Vicky’s for you tonight.”

“Maybe we’ll pick you up a couple things to wear while we’re there too,” Heather said. “I’ve always wondered what you would look like in a pair of lace panties.”

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