His Surprise

He cautiously lowered himself such to see inside the car. There was just enough street light to outline the person who had called him. While the vocal tone had thrown him off, it was a woman and she moved about much like Bonita. In his crouch stance, he moved out of the shadows to get a better view. She laughed from within the car, tossing her head back in the way she had done many times when he said something funny.

She was cute. He had to give her that much. Very cute. Had he been single, her sexiness would have arrested his attention quickly. What he admired about her the most was how free a spirit she was and how strong of heart she had. She would one day make a man very happy. Good thing she had enlisted the help of Juan to polish a few flaws she had, albeit minor flaws.

Instead of joining her in the back, he closed the door and let himself into the driver seat. She teased him about always wanting to be in control and how some women were put off by that. He contained his smile, as this to him was a wonderful compliment. He loved staying in complete control. That was his role. That was his title. That was his job. Why couldn’t his wife understand that?

Looking in the mirror, he saw Bonita removing her mask and tossing her hair out into it’s full crown that it was. Long curly wavy hair that seemed to bounce without a care in the world.

Sorrow filled him. His wife used to do that in their early days. She used to be filled with passion. Now she was a career hunting machine determined to prove she didn’t need a man at all. Bonita was too much the physical match of his wife, but she was not the same spirit. They could not be together, not because she wouldn’t be the perfect sub, but because he’d walk all over her and feel horrible the entire time.

His wife offered the resistance he needed. The challenge he craved. But she had no idea of her limits. She was not able to submit any of her impulses to any level of control from within as well as externally. The woman did whatever she felt she needed to do and that was always final.

His mind returned to business as he became aware that Bonita was staring very inquisitively at him nearly motionless. This was the rare time she took on the manner of his wife. She often sat motionless and didn’t show any clue of what she was thinking. Bonita was doing that look. Must be something that rubbed off during the course of their friendship, as the group seemed to all have that same ability to stare motionlessly and expressionlessly.

Didn’t matter, the code had been given. This must be something serious. What could have changed? This was totally unexpected. The only thing left for the night was for the gals to get in the limo, laugh it up as they were being taken back to a nearby mall to meet up with their respective significant others. The last part of the ride would be Juan taking his wife home to him for her lesson.

What could possibly go totally unplanned and unexpected? Did his wife want to party deeper into the night?

Raising his eyebrow, he noted that Bonita blushed ever so slightly, well, as far as a dimmed car was concerned, and cocked her head to one side. She must be thinking about how to deliver her update in a way that would not alarm him. That was the same look she had done when he was testing out one of his last gadgets on her.

After moments of consideration, she finally opened up and started to share what was on her mind. The way the story flowed, he knew that she was next in line to be the BFF. The current BFF had legacy and history. Bonita seemed to really truly care for his wife on a level that was beyond BFF. Sure, totally platonic, but seriously deep.

His attention sharpened greatly when Bonita asked him how would he feel if he had to experience the contraptions he had planned for the night for his wife. He had never thought of that. He had done all his homework to ensure her safety and comfort. But he never thought of once experiencing this for himself. Bonita’s eyes were now probing him much the way he had done to others.

The way she cocked her head again, waiting, letting process, also ensuring he didn’t slide away from the question… gave him pause. He had to ask. He had to know if Bonita had developed any feelings for him.