I wanted to confront her about telling our daughter about me playing with the ladies but decided that should wait for a better time. As I helped her fix dinner, I filled her in on what was going on between Cynthia and Chad. She agreed with Cynthia and said she wished she knew someone that might make Brad's life miserable.
I had waited until dinner was over to run down to Supercuts to get a trim. When I returned, I polished my dress shoes and found a good pair of slacks. I dug out one of my dress shirts and ran it through the dryer to de-wrinkle it. I laid out a pair of nice socks, an undershirt and I found a pair of silk boxers, my wife had bought me as a gag gift many years ago. They were imprinted with 'Here's the Beef!' across them. I don't know why but I grabbed them. My wife walked into our bedroom while I tried them on to see if they still fit. I didn't know she could wolf whistle. I found a nice gray sportscoat and checked for spots or loose threads.
Vickie walked over to our bed as I arranged my ensemble for tomorrow. She looked at my selection and asked, "Where are you taking Lissa for lunch?"
"We're going to Mon Petit Jardin on North Riverside," I said.
Her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Isn't that awfully expensive? I went there for lunch with Rebecca once and just a sandwich was twenty five dollars. I had two glasses of wine and the bill came to over fifty. They don't have prices listed on their menu and the waitstaff seemed to get huffy if you ask how much things are."
"Don't worry about it honey," I said, "Lissa said it was her treat. She's got money, at least I sure think she has. You should have seen all the diamond rings she was wearing when I met her at Costco."
I was thinking about Lissa telling me she wanted to train me for being a naughty boy. I was getting an erection and my wife stepped up close and her hand encircled my hardening shaft through the fabric, eliciting a shudder from me. I pulled down the silk boxers and wagged my cock at my wife and she sighed as she started to walk away. She stopped and looked back at me and I pointed to my leaking shaft. My wife smiled and said, "We'll see Michael. Maybe we can try again. Give me a little time, ok?"
'Dammit,' I thought, 'I didn't know how much longer I could wait.'
The next morning, I showered and readied myself for my luncheon date with Lissa. As I stepped out of our bedroom, Vickie stopped and said, "My don't you look handsome. Let me get my phone, I want to take a few pictures." I let her but didn't ask what she intended to do with them.
11:20, I was in the south parking lot of Mon Petit Jardin, a dozen red roses in my hand and was nervously pacing in front of the side entrance. I wondered why Lissa wanted to meet here and use this one as it looked more like what was used for deliveries than for normal access. It was five minutes later when this big Diamond white Maybach pulled into the lot and Lissa exited the front driver's seat.
Lissa was stunning. She wore a white sequined top, unbuttoned to show off her lacey purple bra, a silver pencil skirt, hem mid-thigh and sparkly silver 4" heels. Her toenails matched the ceramic nails she wore on her fingers. They were bright red with silver and white tips, four diamonds across the edges. Her coiffure and make-up were perfect. The sunlight made her hair look like it was full of rubies. She was wearing a diamond necklace and earrings and several diamond bracelets along with several similar rings on her fingers.
I handed her the roses and Lissa stretched up and kissed me on the lips as she grabbed my lapel and pulled me in close. "American Beauties for an American Beauty," I said and her smile was thanks enough.
"You really didn't have to," she said, "but a girl never turns down roses from a handsome gentleman." I opened the side door and this waiter called to the Maître D. He was a dashing younger man, blond and rather well built, his pinstriped vest and pants setting off the starched white shirt and black bow tie.
"Madam Bulova," he said as he bowed and took her hand to kiss it, "it's so good to see you again. Your usual table I presume?"
"That will be fine, Andre'. This is my friend, Michael. I hope there's something good for today's special." Lissa handed him the roses and instructed him to put them in water. He slightly bowed and guided us inside.
He led us over to a corner booth, away from the other luncheon diners then asked, "Your usual to drink, Madam?" Lissa nodded then he turned to me and said, "And for you monsieur?
I asked for a Sprite and Lissa said, "Come on Michael, live a little. Join me in a drink to celebrate our upcoming affair." Andre' grinned and I ordered a Maker's Mark on the rocks.
As soon as he left, Lissa scooted close to me and kissed me on the cheek and I asked, "So you've already decided we're going to have an affair?"
Lissa was spreading her napkin onto her lap then said, "Why yes darling. I thought it was time I sampled a mature gentleman again. The last time I had an older lover was over twenty years ago."
