It had been a week since Charlie and Erin’s “orientation” session with Yvette. The days in between had passed in a bit of a haze, as Charlie and Erin found themselves constantly replaying the scene that Yvette had taken them through. A day had not gone by that Charlie had arrived home from work and, before he’d even loosened his tie, his pretty Wife was practically begging him to bend her over and spank her while he fucked her from behind. Charlie was only too happy to oblige.

Wednesday, a discretely-labeled box had arrived in the mail from a reputable online Sex store containing handcuffs and a leather-tipped riding crop, both of which were put to immediate good use.

More than once in the afterglow the two had speculated about what Yvette might have in store for them for session two, prompting a second round of wet, sweaty Sex.

It had been wonderful. And Charlie could hardly keep his imagination in check in the days leading up to the session.

However, he wasn’t sure what to make of the set of instructions now sitting on the table in front of him.

He was in the changeroom at Yvette’s studio. She had not been there to meet them, but a smiling receptionist had ushered them into the hall toward the changerooms. Inside, Charlie had found a pile of clothing and a note written in Yvette’s now-familiar script:

Charlie,

Welcome to session two. We are going to take a little field trip today. Please follow the instructions below to the letter. I will see you soon. -Y

Instructions:

-Change into the clothes provided and only the clothes provided. Leave everything you came with behind, including socks, shoes, and underwear.

-When you are dressed, go outside and find the car and driver that will be waiting for you in front of the building. If you have any trouble finding it, Leticia at reception will be happy to help.

-Keep your phone with you — and visible — at all times. Review all text messages from me as soon as you get them. Follow all instructions received via text message without hesitation. No exceptions.

Charlie was puzzled. But he saw no reason to hesitate now, after what he had experienced last time. He put the note down and started to pull his polo over his head.

A few minutes later, Charlie stood examining himself in front of the floor-length mirror. The outfit Yvette had left for him included a white, crew-neck t-shirt and a dark blue button-up shirt, which Charlie had left open (which seemed to be the style, if and when he happened to look through the websites where Erin sometimes bought clothes for him). His pants were a nicely complementary brown color and made of loose, thin material that was extremely comfortable and rather flattering on him. He felt strange not wearing his usual boxer-briefs underneath them, but those had been the instructions. He wore no socks, but had on a pair of similarly comfortable black loafers that he had found under the pile of clothing. All in all, he thought he looked fairly stylish. He looked forward to showing Erin.

Charlie tucked his own clothes into a locker, made sure he had his phone, and headed out to find the car.

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It had been easy to find the car. For one, it was the only black town car in front of the studio. For another, there was a tall, smiling man wearing a black shirt and black tie holding the door open for him when he walked out the door.

“Hello, Charlie,” the driver said. “I’m Bryan. Hop on in and we’ll be on our way.”

“Uh …” Charlie stammered. “Thanks. Bryan.”

Erin was already in the car and as he climbed in beside her, Charlie was stopped mid-motion by the sight of her. Yvette had apparently provided an outfit for her too. It included a tiny sundress in a blue floral pattern that complemented Erin’s golden blonde curls. It was cut very low, leaving much of her shoulders and chest exposed and her pale skin contrasted strikingly with the blue fabric. Its thin straps made it clear that Erin wasn’t wearing a bra and as she moved, her perky breasts jiggled slightly but tantalizingly underneath. She was looking at Charlie while biting her lower lip and the slight flush in her cheeks made Charlie’s cock stir.

“Well hi there,” he said, as he sat down on the black leather seats and took her hand. “You look great.”

“So do you,” Erin replied. Her eyes flitted to Charlie’s crotch and he looked down, realizing to his embarrassment that the loose-fitting pants he was wearing did absolutely nothing to hide his growing erection.

“Oh, um … yeah, well … you know,” he mumbled and crossed his legs.

Erin just laughed and squeezed his hand. At that moment, Bryan climbed into the driver’s seat and started the ignition.

“Make yourselves comfortable, folks,” he said over his shoulder. “We’ll only be a couple of minutes.”

As the car pulled away, Charlie remembered his phone and pulled it out of his pocket.

“I’m supposed to keep this out, I guess,” he said to Erin. “What were your instructions?”

Erin blushed a deep red.

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” she said quietly.

“Really? They must be good!”

Erin smiled and glanced at Bryan, who didn’t seem to be paying them any attention at all. “Can’t tell you,” she said and turned to look out the window. “I wonder where we’re going?”

The rest of the short drive passed mostly quietly. After about 15 minutes, they arrived at a tiny restaurant on the corner of two small side streets about a hundred yards from the elevated train that looped around the downtown.

“Hey wait a minute,” said Charlie, aren’t we near… yeah, that’s that place we used to go to right over there.” He pointed to a stylish-looking sushi restaurant a few doors down. “I don’t remember this place, though.” Erin just shrugged, then smiled at Bryan as he opened her car door.

“This is the place,” he said, gesturing toward the restaurant. “Enjoy yourselves, folks. I’ll be here to take you back when you’re done.” He smiled at this last phrase and closed the door behind Erin as she stepped out. Charlie was right behind her.

The sign on the door said “The Cattail,” but they couldn’t see inside through the white curtains that hung inside the windows as they stepped up to the front door. He shot a questioning look at Erin, who shrugged again. “I don’t know,” she said. “But if this is where we’re supposed to be, I guess we should go in?”

Charlie raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sign, which was a stylized image of nine cattails painted in black on a white background.

Erin didn’t wait for his reply before pulling open the door and going inside.

They found themselves in front of a vacant host stand. Just beyond was an adorable bistro with a distinctly new-american feel to it. It was a single room, narrow, with high ceilings that gave it an airy, open feel despite its small size. Along one side of the room were no more than half-a-dozen high-top tables with a smattering of diners sitting around them in twos and threes. Along the length of the other wall was a marble bar with an impressive array of spirits neatly arranged on wooden shelves and wine racks stretching all the way to the ceiling. A few patrons sat at the bar, chatting and sipping from highballs and glasses of wine. Right in the middle — sitting alone, reading a book — was a tall woman with a black turtleneck, long black hair, and knee-length black boots.

Yvette.

She did not look up as Charlie and Erin entered, nor did she give any indication she knew them or had even seen them. She just sat and read her book, occasionally sipping from the glass of red wine in front of her or fidgeting with the phone that was laying on the bar in front of her.

For a moment, Charlie wondered if he should say hello, but his wondering was interrupted by a high, chipper voice.

“Hi you two. Table?”

The voice was coming from a pretty brunette wearing the white blouse and black skirt-and-apron combination that Charlie had seen on dozens of pretty midwestern girls in restaurants in their city. This particular pretty midwestern girl — Lexy, according to her nametag — wore a bright smile and subtle, but expertly-applied make-up that accented her big, brown eyes and soft lips. Her brown hair was long and hung loosely around her shoulders in soft waves. Charlie couldn’t help but notice that Lexy’s figure had a bit of curve to it — particularly when he noticed that her collared blouse was open at the second or third button, showing just a hint of cleavage between ample breasts.

“Um … well, I guess…” Charlie stammered. The instructions had said nothing about this.

“Yes, a table please,” Erin chimed in. “It will just be the-“

She stopped short and grabbed on to Charlie’s arm. There was a long pause as Erin stood staring ahead of her with her mouth slightly open. After a moment she recovered.

“Oh. Sorry about that. Um, yes. Just the two of us please. A table.”

If Lexy had noticed the interruption, she didn’t notice. She just flashed a welcoming smile and gestured for the couple to follow her.

“Absolutely, right this way.”

Lexy led Charlie and Erin to an empty table. Charlie tried not to notice how her skirt framed the plump curves of her Ass. He felt his cock stir again and did his best to think about something else entirely.

“Here we are,” said Lexy cheerfully. She laid two menus on the table as Charlie and Erin sat down in the high, but comfortable, chairs.

“So, everything’s right there on the menu, but if you need any recommendations, please don’t hesitate to ask, I’ve tried everything on it and it’s all fantastic. Lots of people come for the mussels, we get fresh ones in from PEI every day.”

As she spoke, Lexy leaned across the table to gather the extra silverware settings. In doing so, she gave Charlie a clear view down her blouse at her white lace bra and the big, soft tits that it seemed barely to contain. Charlie pretended to read the menu.

“And I have to apologize, we had a couple of servers call in sick today. Food service should be fine, but when you’re ready for drinks, I’d actually just recommend heading on up to the bar, is that okay?”

“Hm? Oh,” Charlie said. “Sure, yeah. That’s no problem.”

“Oh good,” said Lexy as she straightened up. “And you know what, it’s probably better that anyway. David can make anything. You just tell him what you like and he can even just make something up on the spot for you.”

Charlie looked over at the bartender who was standing behind the bar polishing a wine glass with a bar towel. David was a younger man, thin and ruggedly handsome. He had curly black hair and a precisely trimmed beard that outlined a sharp jawline. Thick eyebrows gave him an intense, brooding look and Charlie wouldn’t have been surprised if he was just tending bar until his rock band had finally finished writing enough songs to go on tour again. He saw the group looking at him and smiled, giving a little salute with two fingers. Charlie turned back to the menu and couldn’t help but notice Erin staring at David. She caught his eye and gave a sheepish little smile, then looked back at the menu. Charlie shrugged internally and chuckled. He couldn’t really blame her.

“Well then,” Lexy said, “I’ll give you two a few minutes to look at the menu. Let me know if you have any questions!”

“Well,” Erin said after the hostess had left. “Lexy seems … nice.” She gave Charlie a wry smile. “Don’t you think?”

Charlie laughed. “She does,” he replied. “So does David, at least from here.”

Erin blushed and looked back at the menu. “Oh look at this,” she said, with an exaggeratedly casual tone, “they have sweet potato fries.”

Charlie laughed again. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t mind you looking.”

Erin met his eyes. “Well good,” she said. “Me neither.”

Charlie felt a little thrill in his stomach and turned his attention back to the menu.

“Actually,” he said, “I could use a drink.”

As soon as he had said this, Charlie’s phone chirped. There was a message from Yvette.

“Have Erin go to the bar and get drinks.”

Charlie stole a quick glance to where Yvette was sitting at the bar. She continued to read her book, still showing no indication that she knew them or knew they were there.

“Um …” Charlie began, “would you … uh … get drinks for us?”

Erin looked up, surprised. She frowned for a moment, then looked at the phone, then at Yvette, and a look of realization crossed her face.

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sure,” she said and started to get up.

“Thanks,” said Charlie. He was usually the one to do stuff like this, but orders were orders. “Could I have a Manhattan?”

“Sure,” said Erin as she made her way to where David was still polishing glasses behind the bar.

Charlie watched her approach the bar where David was waiting for her. He couldn’t hear her over the background noise in the bar but could see her lips move and David’s head nod as she began to recite their order. She looked like she was about half-way through when her body suddenly jerked slightly and she gripped the edge of the bar. She seemed to stop speaking for a moment and her eyes widened as she seemed somehow … stuck.

Charlie watched her, confused. He looked over at Yvette. She was still absorbed in her book, but had one hand on her phone, with her finger swirling absently across the touchscreen in a slow circular motion.

Charlie looked back to Erin, who seemed to have recovered. She was still holding tightly to the bar, but had straightened up and was completing the order. If David had noticed anything, he didn’t show it, just set to work putting the drinks together. Erin stood patiently waiting for him, but still seemed to be in some kind of distress. She bit her lower lip and shifted her weight subtly back and forth from one leg to the other. Her knuckles were turning white on the bar.

Charlie watched with great interest. He looked back at Yvette who was still swirling her finger lazily on her phone while reading her book.

As soon as David placed the two drinks on the bar, Erin’s grip relaxed. David said something to her and winked and she laughed, picking up the two glasses and walking quickly back to the table. Charlie saw that Yvette had stopped playing with her phone and was taking a sip from her wine glass.

When Erin sat down, Charlie could see she was deeply flushed with sweat standing out on her forehead.

“What on earth was that?” he asked her.

Erin shrunk in her chair slightly and seemed to blush even more deeply, which Charlie wouldn’t have thought possible.

“I can’t tell you,” she said.

Charlie leaned across the table. “Does Yvette have something on her phone that’s … like … doing something to you?”

Erin sat with her hands in her lap for a moment with her shoulders hunched. She stole a quick look at Yvette and then leaned across the table herself.

“Oh god, Charlie, I don’t know how much more I can take!”

Charlie was alarmed. “Do you want me to text her the safeword?”

“No!” Erin hissed. “I mean … it’s good. It’s so, so good. But I’m so wet Charlie. I wasn’t allowed to wear panties and I can feel it down my legs. If I stand up again there’s going to be a spot on my dress.”

Already swelling, Charlie’s cock was suddenly rock-hard. “It’s … like a vibrator? She controls with her phone?”

Erin bit her lower lip and nodded. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” she said. “And I’m not supposed to … you know, to cum. But I don’t know if I –“

She was cut off by Lexy appearing at the side of their table with a water pitcher in her hand. “I see you’ve been to the bar,” she said. “Great! Are you ready to order?”

As she finished speaking, Charlie noticed that Erin was biting her lip again and was starting to breathe harder, a pleading look on her face. Charlie presumed that Yvette had activated the vibrator again. He was rock-hard now, thinking of his Wife being driven nearer and nearer to Orgasm as he sat at eye-level with Lexy’s huge, gorgeous tits.

He paused and stammered for a moment before summoning enough concentration to order the special for both of them. Erin said nothing, struggling to stay composed by wringing a napkin under the table.

“Great!” said Lexy. Those should be out pretty quick. Here, I’ll just freshen you up a bit–“

As Lexy poured water into their glasses, she sloshed some onto the table and into Charlie’s lap, causing him to jump.

“Oh my gosh, I am so, so sorry,” Lexy fumbled as she frantically put the water pitcher onto the table — sloshing more out in the process — and grabbed a napkin from a nearby empty table. Before Charlie knew what was happening she had reached into his lap to dab at the spilled water and had grabbed a handful of his raging erection.

“I’m really sorry, I can’t believe I — oh!”

“It’s fine, really” Charlie said quickly, pushing her hand away. “The napkin got most of it. It’s really not a big deal.” He tried to pull his chair back under the table and cock — throbbing and obviously tenting the loose fabric of his pants — under the table cloth.

“I’ll uh … I’ll get that order in and um … get you another napkin?”

“That would be great,” Charlie sighed, feeling his face burning.

Lexy hurried away and as soon as she was gone Yvette appeared to release her grip on Erin. Charlie stole another glance at the bar. Yvette was still reading her book and making no sign of seeing or recognizing them.

Erin was sitting with her elbows on the table and her face in her hands. Charlie felt a pang of concern until he saw that she was shaking with laughter. She peeked out between her fingers.

“Ah, god, Charlie, what are we going to do? This is so embarrassing,” she moaned and laughed some more. Charlie just smiled, shook his head, and raised his manhattan in her direction before taking a sip.

The process repeated itself several times. First, when Lexy brought their meals and a fresh napkin for Charlie — still looking slightly embarrassed, though Charlie couldn’t tell whether it was from spilling the water or from goosing him. Then several more times when Lexy came to check on them and once when David brought them a second round — courtesy of a “friend at the bar,” he very cryptically explained. Each time, Yvette would activate the vibrator and Erin would stiffen and turn red and grip the napkin in her lap for dear life as Charlie did all the talking and tried to position himself so his hard-on wasn’t so obvious.

“Charlie,” Erin hissed after Lexy had refreshed their water for a third time. “Charlie, I was so close that time. I’m not supposed to, but she’s going to make me … get there, in front of all these people.”

Charlie nodded, not sure what else to say. “It’s okay, baby, maybe nobody will notice? It’s pretty busy in here–“

Charlie’s thought was interrupted by his phone buzzing. It was a text from Yvette.

“The check is paid. Wait for your customer copy. Then go immediately outside and get in the car.”

Charlie stared at it for a moment, suddenly very aware of the tent pole in his pants.

‘Well, folks,” Lexy said, appearing at the table. David was next to her, holding a small to-go box. “It’s your lucky day — someone took care of the bill for you, so you’re all set.”

Erin’s hands gripped the table and her mouth hung open as the vibrator did its work.

“And we just wanted to apologize again for the little mess, so these are on the house.” He opened the to-go box to reveal two fresh-looking cannolis, then flipped it shut and placed it on the table.

“Oh!” Said Charlie, genuinely surprised. “That’s so nice, they look delicious.”

Erin screwed her eyes shut as her shoulders began to bunch up to her ears.

“Well we hope you enjoy them,” said Lexy. “You two have a great evening, and we hope to see you –“

The table rattled as Erin began to buck helplessly in her chair, her Orgasm overtaking her. Charlie, Lexy, and David could only watch as her body clenched over and over. Erin held her hand tightly over her mouth but couldn’t stop the little squeaks of pleasure, barely audible to the three others but audible nonetheless.