We hadn't been able to get a sitter to watch the kids on Friday or Saturday as usual, but then one of them called Sunday afternoon to say she had the evening free. We jumped at the opportunity. My wife likes to dress up sexy and flaunt her body for me. I knew tonight would be no different when she walked out of the closet with a skirt in each hand, "Long and elegant or short and..." she hesitated briefly, "slutty." Mmmmm, this was going to be a good night. Since she had both hands full she couldn't stop me from fondling a breast with one hand and her ass with the other while I kissed her. "I'll take short and slutty." Although the response that came out of her mouth was a mere "okay," her expression betrayed the coals warming up.
When she finished dressing and came out to leave she was gorgeous as usual. Her hair, makeup, jewelry, and blouse said "beautiful", but the undertone from the short skirt and the seriously hot heels she had picked to wear with it said "erotic", if not something much baser than that. Even though she's twice their age, the baby sitters always look at her with envy. They hope that one day they'll look that good, and their husband looks at them with the hunger they see in my eyes when my wife comes out to play.
The half hour drive to the restaurant was consumed with the usual banter parents have when they escape their children for a while - most of it mundane, but things that have to be conveyed or agreed upon. I had selected a restaurant further away than necessary to let her clear these thoughts out of her head. Like all women I've known, until she lets go of them she can't fully relax and enjoy herself. Knowing her mood and mine, I even drove a little slower than usual to give her extra time. As we got close to our destination the conversation slowed, and I was rewarded for my foresight with a great leg show as her skirt rode up.
We arrived at the restaurant to find it even more sparsely populated than usual. Sunday nights just aren't as popular for going out as Fridays and Saturdays. But I may be taking her out on Sundays more often after this night. The meal was good and the conversation typical, but laced with flirting from time to time. The unusual privacy was very nice. She knows how to put on a subtle but arousing show with her red lips and nails, all the while seeming not to notice she's turning me on. Tonight it was a little less subtle than usual.
When we finished with dinner and had paid the bill, she looked at her watch. "If we leave now we'll get home before the kids are asleep. What would you like to do?"
"Well, obviously we can't have that."
"Obviously."
"You could masturbate for me."
