Foreword
This is the much-delayed continuation of my second story "Caught in the Act". I apologise for taking so long but I have a couple of other story ideas in my head, and I needed to get a skeleton of those ideas down before I lost the essential threads of thought. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy and please show your support with ratings and comments.
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The morning activities over, both of us turned our attention to the rest of the day. Rob went to work, and I busied myself around the house for a few hours. By mid-afternoon I returned my attention to the coming evening. Logistics are everything for a night of lust to work as you want.
Kids first; a mid-week sleepover with their father.
Was dinner necessary? Probably not, I decided to just lay out a few snacks and put a bottle of white wine in the fridge, figuring that as I had already told Rob to come home late, he would not want much to eat, and we could rapidly move on to the whole purpose of the evening.
Just how was this going to play out? This morning, I had rather surprised Rob, and he was vulnerable to anything I wished to do, as would anyone caught stroking themselves to their favourite porn short. On the other hand, he certainly knew his way around a woman's body as his morning snack, eating out my cunt, had clearly demonstrated.
The other thought was that I had totally boxed us into a corner with my fuck-talk. In the heat of the moment, committing to getting my anal passage fucked later in the day is the sort of decision I tend to go with when I am fully revved up, mid-session, with a wet pussy and a long thick dick in my hand!
I was beginning to feel nervous about what I had got myself into.
Having started the day in such a decisive manner I realised I was going to have to maintain that level of effort. My thoughts turned towards what I should wear. As I have mentioned before I indulged myself occasionally with, what let's call it, "come fuck me clothing". Since my divorce, money was not plentiful, but I had a small selection of items which I knew would, without fail, cause an uncomfortable bulge in my partner's pants and a corresponding wet patch in my knickers, if I was wearing them.
I had one set of matching French lingerie, a translucent lace push-up bra and a matching pair of backless knickers. The bra held my breasts in half cups of lace which did nothing to hide my large brown areolae and my nipples. The push-up wiring gave me a deep cleavage, which Rob was already familiar with, having had his dick squashed into it earlier that morning. The knickers were, in fact, little more than an inverted triangle of lace covering my runway of closely cropped hair and the slash of my untidy cunt. The lace triangle was held in place by two elasticated lace bands running between my legs, up and under my butt, over my cheeks to the hip where the other two corners of the lace met a band that held the tiny piece of underwear to my hips. Totally dysfunctional, but gorgeous, unless you could describe inducing a throbbing erection and a stream of my juices a purpose.
I also laid out a black faux-leather pencil skirt, with an exposed full-length zip at the rear. Short, the hem well above my knee it showed off my legs and butt to great effect although I could not move around too much in it without having to wriggle it back into place as it rode up very easily. I doubted that this would be an issue that should concern me this evening. If everything went according to plan, I would not be wearing it for long. I finished the outfit off with a white silk T-shirt that emphasized my breasts by resting softly on my skin, bulging from the lace half cups, and hanging loose from my breasts to my waist. For shoes I chose a pair of heels. Combined with the black pencil dress the heels would tighten my muscles just enough to tighten and enhance the shape of my legs.
I had almost guaranteed that I would be getting both of my fuck passages filled later in the day, so I decided to prepare myself for the enjoyment to come. I had a butt plug which I used occasionally for my own pleasure, using it mostly in combination with my faithful Magic Wand. However, with a diameter of a thick cucumber at its base it was comfortable enough to insert and I could wear it for 30 minutes or so as a preparation for the evening. It left my sphincter more relaxed and ready for a pounding later and helped in ensuring a more hygienic experience for both of us.
Before showering I stripped naked and pushed the lubed butt plug into my butt and let my muscles clamp it in place around its neck. It was comfortable enough that I could continue to walk around the house and, I must admit to a state of semi-arousal feeling it firmly in place in my expanded rear entry.
I showered, pulled the plug slowly out from my butt and while my butt was still gaping washed it out with Vagisil and hot water from the hand-held shower attachment.
After showering I dressed, carefully checking in the mirror with underwear only and then with the T-shirt and skirt to ensure the right look at each point in the evening. Satisfied, I went downstairs to check wine and snacks.
Everything was ready and I settled on a kitchen stool waiting for Rob. I had timed things well and within five minutes I heard Rob's car pull up outside.
Rob let himself in and walked through to the kitchen. I was sitting cross legged, wine beside me as he entered. Bless him. He had a huge bouquet of flowers cradled on one arm and a bottle of champagne in the other,