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Roark
SECTION TWO
So You Want To Share Me...
By JR Roark
Chapter Six
Once the decision was made, things began to fall into place. Kim found she could drop into autopilot mode while John sweated the details. She could sense John's concern that she might renege on her reluctant agreement but as she watched John and witnessed his sincere efforts, she could not find it in herself to pull back now. While she had absolutely no idea where this may lead, she decided to jump into the river with both feet rather than just dip toes from the shore.
She marveled at John's preparations. He took her shopping for new dresses, undergarments, stockings, hair styling, waxing, nails, massage...really everything. Over the course of weeks, she couldn't deny that the prep made her feel, once again, rather special. And this translated into the bedroom as well. All the activity was now a giant aphrodisiac such that they were having more and better sex almost on a nightly basis. She felt that should they ultimately decide to not go through with it, the vigorousness of their entanglements had rekindled previous passions of younger days.
As they sat down to dinner in a rather nice restaurant across town, John offered, "So this is the place I was thinking...tomorrow night."
"What?"
"I was thinking tomorrow night here at the bar." As he said this, he indicated with his eyes and a slight nod of his head towards a small but well set up bar further back in the restaurant. "We'll get you ready and I'll stay with the kids."
She was almost thunderstruck as she contemplated this line of talking. Inwardly she had to admit they had both been plotting for this moment but now that it laid so close at hand, she was having severe butterflies in her tummy. She took his hand and held it close, "John, I ah...yes I guess so." She looked at him. He took her hand and kissed the back of it and said as he looked up, "We'll have the fresh fish special." The waiter was now just slightly bent at the waist and leaning in. He had been busted for staring a bit too long at Kim's sloping neckline. He could hardly be blamed since her outfit had been selected for just this reason. It was certainly working.
"An excellent choice sir. May I suggest a Rombauer Chardonnay as accompaniment?"
"2009?"
"Is there another?"
John smiled and said, "Perfect."
They sat at the same side of the table in an oversized booth. As they settled in, John reached onto her lap, pulled up the skirt just high enough such that his fingers found her nylon encased thigh. By running his fingers up and down, they would roll across the slick, smooth nylon, bump over the several inches of lace, roll across a metal garter hook and finish on naked and very soft flesh. He could stretch the elastic garter strap anywhere along her naked thigh as well. In a mechanical up and down movement, his fingers settled into a strumming of her thigh sometimes allowing his fingers to dance inside the top of the nylon where he would sweep them around, push down and then retreat to the outside to finish his circumnavigation. For good measure, he would occasionally run his fingers up high enough to glance her panty using the backs of his fingernails to dally upon her crotch as more a suggestion than an outright affront. The effect was hypnotic to Kim as she came to wonder if these incursions would ever solidify into a metered under table massage.
"Tomorrow evening we get you ready and then you come back here to have a drink or two at the bar. Just a few drinks to see what happens...you game?"
Kim was falling under the spell of his ministrations. "Okay, tomorrow" she managed to say as she continued to anticipate his fingers and what they might achieve before dinner.
With her affirmation, he squeezed her thigh and moved his fingers in a sweep directly to her crotch where they moved up and down the long axis of her opening. Slipping his fingers inside the elastic leg of her panty, he applied a more focused attention to her wetting gash and would now and then encircle her clitty in the action. It was impossible for Kim to ignore as the tempo of his rubs had clicked into the carnal side of her brain. All she could do was move her legs apart in response.
The waiter had returned with the wine and stemware for two.
"Miss, would you care to taste the wine?"
"YES, I mean yes."
The waiter poured a dollop into her glass.
John watched but rather than let up, he smiled and increased his tempo all the while watching Kim's face as she closed her eyes, reddened but continued to control as much as she could, her outward appearance.
She used both hands to move the glass to her mouth. And when the glass touched her lips it remained there with her head slightly downward tilted. It appeared she was in a moment of prayer. The waiter assumed so and waited dutifully.
John was mesmerized by his wife's control and took his rubbing up yet another notch. He focused more now on her bud. His fingers became sodden with juice. He knew her well and pushed now for completion.
In a sudden motion, Kim tilted her head back, mouth open and drained the glass. She swallowed feverishly knowing that she would be gasping for air in just a heartbeat. As her breathing convulsed into the upturned glass, her eyes closed, black rimmed glasses affixed. She tried her best to hide her convulsive and very public orgasm knowing that she would fail miserably.
As she crested and drew the glass away and settled it onto the table in a too forceful motion, she looked into the waiter's eyes and said, "Yes this will do quite nicely."
The waiter looked at John for confirmation. With an imperceptible nod received, he poured the wine for both and said, "Will there be anything else for the moment?"
John calmly stated, "I think we are good." Kim added, "Ummm."
The waiter withdrew after which Kim slugged John, "Oh you bastard" she whispered into his ear. Both could not help but giggle under the circumstances. John surveyed the room. None of the patrons seemed the wiser. He would leave a generous tip for the waiter.
Chapter Seven
The following day, both knew what lay ahead. Neither spoke of what was to come that evening, yet their actions indicted a collective effort was underway.
In the shower, Kim took extra time shaving her legs to perfection. As she toweled off, and with a silk scarf, she confirmed her pubes were non-existent except for the silver dollar tuft of bark bush just north of her pussy. The silk scarf bound to nothing as she tested the slickness of her skin. She thought about rubbing one out but decided to save her horniness for that evening. She might need it later. Part of her was alight with anticipation but far more of her was concerned for the unknown. John still seemed completely up for the event.
She loaded up the kids for Saturday soccer wearing khaki shorts, tank top and flip-flops. She wore prescription sunglasses now as the day was in full bloom.
As she sat in the bleachers somewhat watching the kids, her mind could not help but think about the upcoming evening.
"Is anyone sitting here?" He asked again, "Miss, may I sit down here?"
"Oh of course. I was somewhere else...so sorry."
He scooted in next to her and surveyed the fields.
"Which is yours?"
"I've got two actually...number 6 in red there and number 10 in black there." She indicated two different games underway.
"You?"
"Just one. Looks like they are on opposing teams. My boy is green 01." He nodded towards the field where all the boys were running in various directions. "We're somewhat new here. I'm John"
"Oh, my husband is John too. I'm Kim."
They shook hands in a very informal fashion as they settled in to watch the kids. Kim was thankful for the company as it caused her to focus on the present. John and she had a nice conversation of the kind found in soccer parent situations...all about kids, team stats, silly moves on the field and that sort of thing. It helped consume an hour or so.
At the conclusion, Kim's son had racked up another win while her daughter lost by two goals. Still all had great fun.
All the parents said their good-byes with the kids doing the same. She shook John's hand again and looked him in the eyes and said, "So nice to meet you John. I am sure I'll see you again." He simply smiled and held her hand even after the customary shake. It was nothing really.
She took the kids to In-and-Out before returning home. She actually felt pretty good now. The kids were playing with their friends from next door. John was mowing the lawn in back and had taken care of the pool too. When she drove in, she could see fresh mower lines on the front lawn. The place looked tiptop.
As she walked into the bedroom, on the bed was a complete outfit John had laid out for her evening. She had to admit he had great taste. Everything matched; classy yet sexy. The wrap dress was dark blue with white piping highlights. The skirt was pleated with tiny white polka-dots which allowed for a mesmerizing sway of the material as she walked while the upper was a simple sleeveless rayon blend with white buttons. It conveyed 'expensive' but with a quiet understatement.
Even her lingerie matched with a navy blue push up bra and matching garter. He had selected tap pants for tonight. She knew that with tap pants, she could wear these over her garter belt so that she would have the option to pull them off and leave the garter nicely in place. She was never quite sure if she should wear her panties inside or outside the garter hooks. Tap pants were a great solution as it left all options open as it were; something that she and John came to appreciate.
For the afternoon, the family played in the backyard, swam in the pool and generally hung out. But along about 4PM, Kim got up and simply stated to John, "I'm going to go get ready."
"Mommy, where are you going?" the two little ones sounded in unison.
