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."
Curious, I asked, "So do you have many lovers?" Just then Andre' showed up with my drink and a chocolate martini for Lissa. I saw Andre' give her a wink as he turned to walk away. The way Lissa smiled at him, I assumed that he had been or was one of her lovers.
Giving me a wicked smile she said, "Not so many that I've lost count but I have enjoyed my life. My husband and I have an agreement. As long as our lovers don't cause either of us any problems, we're free to do as we please though it's usually when we're not together. That just doesn't seem to work with us. He has his lady friends when he goes on business trips, and his personal secretary quite often accompanies him. I mainly stay around here, what with the three local colleges I have a more than adequate supply. I just needed a change and that's why I gave you my number. I heard the way you flirted with that young lady and you really made me wet. Are you interested in giving me some attention?"
Lissa had slipped her hand between my legs and was rubbing my crotch and I found myself responding quite nicely. Andre' came back and informed us that today's special was roasted suckling pig with roasted new potatoes and rum-sugar glazed baby carrots. It came with a small cup of French onion soup and a Napoleon for dessert. Lissa looked at him and said, "That sounds excellent dear Andre', bring us two if you would. A nice bottle of champagne, something from Napa Cellars, maybe a two thousand and eight or nine." He smiled and walked away. I guessed she was used to getting her way.
Lissa's hand never left my crotch, even while she ordered. I leaned over to her and said, "If you keep what you're doing, I'm going to have to buy this napkin and take it home with me to keep from embarrassing us on the way out."
Lissa motioned to Andre' and he walked over and she softly asked, "Is Delbert's office free this morning?"
Andre' smiled and said, "As usual, Madam Bulova, you know Delbert doesn't come until after 6:00. Feel free to use the office as you'd like."
Lissa leaned close and said, "Since lunch will take them at least half an hour. I require a bit of your time." Then she rose from the booth and reached out for me. I took her hand and followed her as we made our way through the kitchen, where the staff was busy making lunch and preparing for tonight's dinner. Near the back of the building was an office marked 'Private'. There was a keypad next to the door and Lissa punched in a few numbers and the door opened.
I was pleasantly surprised to find the office rather roomy, with a large oak desk and across from it was a fine old overstuffed leather couch and two leather wingback chairs. The old oak flooring was covered with a lovely Oriental rug. Turning to me, Lissa pounced on me, her tongue darting into my mouth. Her hands went to my crotch then she began to undo my belt. I felt her tugging my zipper and my pants fell to my feet. She dropped to her knees and rubbed my cock through the nylon boxers, smiling up at me as she did.
Lissa read the printing and nodded, then grabbed each leg and tugged then down to my ankles and my cock sprang into view. She held it as if it were precious and smiled and said, "Michael, I think you'll do just fine. I didn't order an appetizer, I think this looks much better," and she kissed the tip before taking me deep in her throat. She took me all the way to my pubic hair then slowly pulled her lips away, applying plenty of suction and I moaned and placed my hands on her head. Lissa pulled away and said, "Michael, please don't mess with my hair, I've still got to be presentable this afternoon. There will be lots of time for that over the next two weeks when we're alone."
