A couple of years passed since we had met Bill on the riverbank on our way to lunch when one day, as I was watching a documentary on the telly, Julie came into the living room holding her phone and plopped down on my lap, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.
"Bill has just texted me."
"Has he? What does he want?"
"Don't be like that. As far as I remember, when we saw Bill, you enjoyed showing me off."
"I won't deny that I enjoyed how he ogled you."
"Sometimes I wonder about you."
"Wonder what, Baby?"
"Anyway, he asked if we could have dinner with him on Saturday night. Said he wanted to tell us what was happening in his life and ask for a favour. Would prefer to do it over dinner if we agreed."
"Or just wants to leer at you again."
"You men can't think of anything else, can you?"
"I don't blame any one of them. You are gorgeous, and the way you dress draws attention."
"Are you complaining? I can change the way I dress, maybe dress like Betty."
"No.., no.., I am not and don't change. I love to ogle you, beautiful," I said, kissing Julie's luscious red lips.
"I won't. I love how I dress and how you look at me, Babe," she smiled as she said it. "But back to the topic. What should I tell him?"
"Tell him... We'll meet him."
"Okay," she said and started to type on her phone.
I watched her delicate fingers, her red fingernails dance on the screen as she typed her reply. When she finished, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately until the beep of her phone interrupted our pash. She broke the kiss and looked at her phone, showing me Bill's reply. He thanked us and asked where would be the most convenient to meet.
"I don't know, not knowing what he wants to discuss," I said.
"Well, I just tell him his choice."
"No.., wait! How about we invite him here?"
"Are you serious? He's my ex."
"Well, if you can handle it, I can too."
"I'll think about it," Julie said while tossing the phone on the couch.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, softly kissing my lips until I opened my mouth, and her tongue darted out, entering mine. We passionately kissed as my left hand groped her firm arse and the other caressed her stocking-clad thigh while her arms tightened around my neck and the heat turned up between us. I loved her sudden display of affection, feeling the love and passion she held for me, and I had never forgotten to tell her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.
She broke the kiss and rose from my lap to stand in front of me while looking into my eyes intently as she slipped her foot from her mule and pressed her nylon-covered toes against my hardening cock, wiggling her red toes, wickedly smiling, watching me being mesmerised by them. I was about to touch them when she quickly pulled her foot away and slipped the mule on.
"If you are a good boy, I might let you worship my legs tonight, but now I must attend to dinner," she said, walking to the door, looking back at the last minute, seductively smiling while blowing an air kiss.
"I can help you with dinner, Baby."
"No, thank you. I know how you help."
The dinner was delicious as always; her being a great cook and adventurous with food always resulted in mouth-watering dishes. After dinner, I told her to chill and that I would clean up the kitchen, although there was not much to clean apart from our dinner dishes and a couple of odd pieces.
When I had finished, I joined her in the living room, not expecting to see her wearing her black, sheer robe, which had only a single ribbon across her breasts to tie it together and would have reached the floor had it not been for her incredibly high black stiletto mules which enhanced the appearance of her stocking clad legs and feet. Her black garter belts held in place the smoke-coloured seamed nylons.
"Wow, just looking at you, I am getting a hard-on."
"I love when I turn you on so easily," she said, walking to the couch with two glasses of wine. "Come, sit next to your hot wife."
"You can say that again," I said, adding, "you are the hottest wife I have ever met."
"Thank you, sexy man."
I turned on the floor lamp in the corner to set a romantic mood before turning off the ceiling lights, picked up the remote for the sound system, selected an 'easy' music channel and sat beside her. She handed me my glass, and when I put my arm around her shoulder, she snuggled against me while we sipped on our Chardonnays, enjoying the moment.
"I considered inviting Bill for dinner, and I am okay with it."
"Then it is settled," I replied, kissing her hair.
She handed me her glass and, finding her phone on the cushions, sent a message to Bill inviting him and Betty over, then lay on the couch, putting her feet on my lap. I placed the glasses on the table and, turning my attention to her feet and legs, gently massaged them over her stockings. She closed her eyes, softly purring to my touch. I knew she loved it as much as I did, and after removing one of her black mules, I placed it on the couch beside me, then focused on rubbing her toes and the sole of her foot. Her phone buzzed; she looked at it, then at me.
"Bill replied," she began, "he said that it would be only him as they had broken up a few weeks ago, and that was one of the things he wanted to tell us at dinner. The other was about his plan for the future, the job he accepted overseas. Since it all came out in the messages, he did not see any point in having dinner any longer.
"I am not surprised," I said. "Betty was never the woman I could see Bill settle down with. Tell him we still can have dinner, and the invitation still stands if you are okay with it, Baby."
"Yes.., I am. I will tell Bill dinner is still on."
While she typed, I raised her foot and began to kiss her toes one by one, inhaling her sweet smell, then kissed the sole and ball of her foot.
"That's so nice, Babe," she said as her phone buzzed once more.
"It is Bill, again, thanking us for the invitation and saying he'll come."
I placed her foot on my lap, slipping the mule on when she removed her feet and stood before me, offering her hands.
"Dance with your hot wife, sexy man."
I took her hands and stood up, leading her to the middle of the room, pulling her tightly into me. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we swayed to the slow beat of the music whilst I pondered about the frequency she used the words "hot wife" yet hated the word "hotwife" and its connotation.
"I love you, my sexy hot wife."
She looked at me, and our lips met in a passionate kiss that went on song after song. When she broke the kiss, taking her hand, I led her to our bedroom. We made slow passionate love well into the night.
We snuggled in post-orgasmic bliss, aimlessly caressing each other as her hand drifted to my flaccid cock, wrapping her fingers around it, and she softly kissed my cheek.
"Have you ever fucked while someone was watching?" she asked me out of the blue, surprising me.
