Welcome to Chapter Four of my still-developing story, which is completely true. I've even used everyone's real name, as John feels that makes the story more real and heartfelt. This story makes a lot more sense if you read the first three chapters first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. I love getting feedback from the readers, so please write and let me know what you thought of this!
On Saturday I finally got out to do some grocery shopping and call John- but all I got was his voice mail. I wasn't certain if I should leave a titillating message (I would have talked really dirty to him had I gotten him in person), but I just asked him to call whenever he got a chance.
When I returned home I noticed something unusual in the doorway- roses. I couldn't believe it- was John crazy enough to leave something like that where my husband or children could see them? John didn't seem like the type that would buy me flowers anyway.
I picked up the roses and saw that a card was attached. I opened it- the flowers were from Nate. The card was handwritten, with Nate saying that he wanted to try harder to bring more romance into our marriage. He suggested that I drop the kids off at my mother's next Saturday, and that we have a nice, romantic evening all to ourselves. He suggested I go out and buy a sexy new outfit for the occasion. I thought it was an incredibly sweet gesture, and it made me feel better about things- maybe there was hope for my husband after all. At the same time, I couldn't wait for him to go to New York on Monday so I could spend a couple of nights up at John's apartment.
Something interesting happened later that day. My daughter Marcy and John pulled into the driveway at the same time, and I heard them making conversation on the way into the house. When Marcy walked inside, her face was literally flushed- she's a typical teenager. Later that night she asked me what I thought of John. I went into full "mother mode" by giving her a sly smile and telling her that I thought he was a nice guy, a good tenant...and a bit old for a girl of seventeen. It was a better idea than telling her that he had a great cock and that I enjoyed him using me as a sex object.
Nate left for his trip to New York on Monday as scheduled, and on that morning John called me on my cell phone (I had been instructed to have it with me at all times). He said he was coming home for lunch, and when he arrived he wanted me to already be on his bed, completely naked, with my legs spread wide open. As the landlord's wife I have the keys to his apartment, so that wasn't a problem. I showered, did my hair and makeup, and waited for the moment to arrive. He said he'd be home at noon, so headed upstairs at 11:50.
It was the first time I'd been in his apartment alone since we'd rented it to him. As I lay on the bed, it was fun to look around and see how he lived. It was a typical bachelor's bedroom- generally neat with some clothes tossed about. John's closet was open and I looked inside- there were a few suits, ties, polo shirts. For whatever reason, just looking at his wardrobe was getting me excited.
I looked at the clock on the nightstand- 12:04. I started breathing heavily, knowing that I was moments away from another sexual encounter with the most incredible man I'd ever met. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I began to touch myself slowly and lightly in anticipation of John's arrival, and had sped into a full-on masturbation session when I heard the door open- he was finally here!
I shifted by body so that the first thing he saw when he walked in the room was my vagina, as I spread my legs wide open and pointed it toward the door. I heard John place his keys on the dining room table, and heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom door.
John entered the bedroom and greeted me with a long, beautiful kiss. For the first time ever, he and I engaged in "conventional sex", and it was incredible. He did so many things to me that no one had ever done before- he stuck his finger in my ass and turned it around as he ate me out (he was INCREDIBLE at giving oral sex), he licked the back of my knees (which felt awesome), and we fucked each other in positions that I wasn't even aware of. He made me cum and howl in delight several times, as his long, beautiful penis satisfied me like no one else ever had. I think he had a good time as he stayed well over an hour- I made him late from returning to work!
As John was getting dressed, he and I made conversation. He asked me if I'd ever be available on weekends, or would we be doing this on an "only when your husband is away" basis. I told him I could do an occasional Saturday or Sunday, but I'd have to be careful. I also mentioned that Nate and I had a "special" date lined up for the weekend, and shared some of the details. John seemed OK with it...or did he?
I felt more sexy and vibrant than I ever had in my life. I promised myself that for my Saturday date with my husband I would purchase an outfit that would make every man's head turn, and hopefully make Nate appreciate what he had. On Tuesday morning I headed to a lingerie shop where I bought a matching black satin push-up bra and panty set. I'd never worn a push-up bra before, as I'd always been a bit self-conscious of my breasts and had never worn anything that would feature them. I wanted to be known as more than "the girl with big tits", but now I didn't care. I then picked out some black thigh-high stockings and garters. I wore my new undergarments out of the store, then headed to a fashionable women's shop. I picked out an ensemble that actually made the saleslady blush when she saw me in it. It consisted of a tight zipper-down red jacket that stopped at my waist, and a tight button-down blouse that showed plenty of my newly pushed-up cleavage when unbuttoned at the right spot. But the clincher was the skirt- it was loose-fitting and made out of a thin, silky black fabric. If one got a close enough view in the right light they could see my panties, garters, and the tops of my stockings right through it.
My final stop was to buy shoes. As I walked through the mall I couldn't help but notice that the way I was dressed was having an affect on people. I had always been considered "pretty", but now people were looking at me and talking to me in a way I'd never experienced before. I got scornful looks from the women, and some of the men that saw me had shocked expressions. I'd never seen so many eyes widen and mouths drop in my life.
When I walked into the small shoe store the salesman, a man that looked to be in his fifties, seemed nervous enough to pee in his pants as he tried not to make his staring too obvious. I was actually enjoying putting on a bit of a show for the guy as I took my time in making a selection. I finally picked out a pair of black stilettos that had silver studs and three-inch heels. I asked the man if he had my size, and I sat in a chair as he retrieved them. As I sat, I hiked up my skirt just enough to reveal the tops of my stockings.
When the man emerged from the back with a shoebox, I could tell he was taken aback by what he saw. He tried to act casual by placing the shoes next to me, saying that he had them in the next size up if they were too tight.
I asked him how long he'd been selling shoes, and he said all of his life. I asked him if he remembered the days when the shoe salesman would actually put the shoes on the customer's feet. He nervously said that they stopped doing that a long time ago.
"But the customer is always right" I explained to him. "And that's what I'd like you to do". I stuck my foot out as the man went to one knee, removed the shoes I was wearing, and replaced them with the new shoes. As he did this I riveted my eyes to him, and he was completely embarrassed when I caught him trying to peek up my skirt.
I walked around the store in the shoes. The heels were a bit higher than what I was used to, but they were fine. I told the man to package my old shoes in a bag and we both walked to the register. He told me the total charge was $59.99, and as he started pushing buttons on the register, I told him to stop. I couldn't believe what I was about to say, but I was having too much fun.
"How about...you let me have the shoes for free? If you do that, I'll show you my tits".
