Next morning, I kissed Davy goodbye when the taxi came to take him to the airport. He'd been hired to play on an album on the west coast. When we'd made love one last time very early, I'd told him Claudio was coming over day after tomorrow and that I'd make his damn movie for him.
I had a bit less trouble focusing at the rehearsal that morning. Desperation for a musician is having the conductor's notice – for the wrong reason. Somehow I stuffed what I was going to be doing in twelve hours into a small mental box, locked it, and threw away the key – at least doing the rehearsal. To aid me, I never once looked at Claudio and stayed well away from him during our break, staying in a cubicle in the women's washroom.
As I was leaving the building just after noon, Claudio caught up to me.
"Is everything all right? Are we still on for Wednesday?"
I shrugged. "I guess so."
"May I take you to dinner beforehand?"
I thought for a moment. "No. I'll be too nervous. Why don't I throw together a bit of munchies for before?"
"Great idea. And I'll bring the Champagne. When one is about to make love to a beautiful creature like you, one should always ply her with Champagne."
"Don't tease me, Claudio, please. I'm nervous enough as it is."
"See you at seven, then?"
"Yes," I said as we separated at the entrance to the subway. As I went down the steps with my cello, I mumbled to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
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What does one wear when her lover is coming over for a tryst? Every other time I'd been with someone in a situation like this (John, that guy in university who took my virginity, Davy, Claudio), I'd just been wearing what I was wearing and when things started happening, I removed my clothes – or they did it for me.
Tonight was no seduction. It was harshly premeditated – so I was dithering as to what to wear. Should I meet Claudio at the door in something slithery? Davy had bought me all kinds of "seductive clothing". Or should I wear my normal, everyday clothes? No, too hard to get off. Or should I just be naked when I open the door? Somehow I couldn't wrap my brain around being that blatant.
In the end, I decided to wear this lovely sort of sari-like dress Davy had bought me while we were on vacation a year earlier. It went down to my ankles, was very simple, just elbow-length sleeves, no waist, comfortable, and the the greens of the fabric really worked well with my skin and hair. Davy said that seeing me in it always gave him a stiffy. I think it was because my nipples really showed if I didn't wear a bra. That night, I did leave off the bra, but had some lovely French panties on – another favourite of my husband's.
When I opened the door to Claudio's ring at seven sharp, I might as well have had nothing on the way he looked me over.
He was dressed in chinos and a nice light blue shirt, open at the neck. We'd both grown up since that summer, no longer kids. He looked to me like a male in his sexual prime, fit, handsome and very desirable. I could feel myself moistening. This might be a lot easier than I thought.
"God! I haven't been able to get you out of my mind the past two days, Jill." He shook his head. "You look absolutely divine."
I walked forward and we kissed, not chastely, but not like two people who were going to fuck each other's brains out, either. It felt natural and very familiar, and my heart-rate dropped a bit.
"I've got some wine and cheese and crackers," I said.
He held up a one of those wine gift bags. "And I've brought the Champagne."
"I'll be right back," I said as he hung up his jacket on one of the pegs by the door. "Make yourself comfortable."
My hand was hardly shaking as I put down the food and Champagne flutes, sitting next to Claudio on the sofa. Across the room, I'd already set up the camera as Davy had directed. He wanted his movie to start in the living room and move into our bedroom later. All I had to do was turn it on.
We made small talk through the first glass of really excellent bubbly. The alcohol buzzed into my brain and further calmed me down. Claudio poured a second glass.
"Claudio, there's something I want to say to you before we take this any further."
"What's that, Jill?"
"You know why I invited you here tonight. Well, it comes with a caveat."
"Caveat?"
"Yes. I want you to know that I'm not doing this to cheat on my husband. I did that once with you and I will not do it again. He's going to know every move I make. If he has any problem, I will stop and that will be it. Period."
Claudio nodded.
"And another thing, I'm not doing this as a power trip over my husband. Ours is not one of those sub/dom relationships you hear about. At all times you are to be respectful to my husband – whether he's present or not. Yes, you do have a bigger cock than he does. Yes, you do give me marvelous, toe-curling orgasms. We both know that. He won't get off on you questioning his manhood or saying that you're so much better than he is. If you are ever less than respectful to David, that is it. We're done and I will never so much as look at you again. Do you agree to that? If you've got a problem with those rules, then tell me now."
"Why is your husband willing to let me be with you again, then?"
"Because he knows I love a big cock, specifically yours. He likes the idea of me enjoying myself and he knows he doesn't own me. I'm not his property, same as he is not mine. There isn't a power struggle going on here. He's willing to give me space to enjoy love in all its forms. And that includes you. You know how much I enjoy everything you bring when we go to bed. But I am David's wife. I know how lucky I am to get this chance, especially since I did cheat on him with you. Do you get everything I've just told you?"
Claudio leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose lightly. "I love watching your face when you're being really sincere, Jill. I would agree to nearly anything in order to make love to you again. I will do whatever you say." He smiled. "Now that we're on the same page, can we move on to more... enjoyable things?"
Showtime. I downed almost the entire glass, then took a deep breath, crossed the room, and turned on the camera. One memory card would film for an hour and a half. Davy had left three. I could feel Claudio's eyes burning into me as I crossed back to the sofa and leaned back.
"You are such a beautiful woman, Jill. The man who has your heart is a very lucky man indeed."
I snorted. "You're only saying that because you want to get into my pants."
"No. I mean it. I have never seen a woman more beautiful and sexy than you."
"That's very flattering, but I stand by my original statement."
"May I kiss you?"
"Certainly. I'd like that very much."
Claudio put his glass down and leaned toward me. Our lips met and that spark of electricity that had been there the first time we kissed ran through me again, making me shiver.
"Cold?"
"No."
"Horny?"
"Yes. Very."
We made out like two teenagers for a good ten minutes. Eventually our hands got involved, mine rubbing Claudio's erection through his pants and his hands pulling and twisting my nipples, making them ache pleasantly.
He pushed me over and lay on top of me, dry-humping as we made out. I opened my legs as he buried his head in my neck, kissing and sucking. Now I was on fire and the thought of the camera recording everything suddenly didn't bother me. I wanted Claudio – badly.
"Get off me," I told him.
His kissing stopped. "What?"
"Get off me. Stand up and let me undress you."
"Why didn't you say so?"
Without making it obvious, I got Claudio into position, partially turned toward the camera. Davy was soon going to see exactly what was going to be inside me very shortly. Without rushing, I got Claudio's clothes off in a hurry. By the time I got to his briefs, his cock was maybe halfway erect, flat against his stomach and peeking out the top.
Now it was time for the big reveal. The size of his cock, though I knew it pretty intimately, sort of took me aback. My memory had dimmed a bit about just how fat and long it was. Now it was right in front of my face again and the sight of it got my heart racing and my juices flowing freely.
"Don't move," I said with Claudio standing there in all his naked glory. His cock was now almost at full swell.
Retrieving my bottle of lube-her-cunt from next to the sofa, I squirted a good bit on my hands. As always, Claudio's groin was shaved, making his erection look even larger and more imposing (I'd discovered his dodge from sneaking looks at porn on the Internet). Using both hands, I got his cock and balls slippery and shiny, working him up and down, squeezing, pulling to the point where Claudio's arousal was turning everything red and pulsing with every heartbeat. My crotch was now throbbing, too.
I got to my feet. "Lift this off," I told Claudio and held my arms up.
He grabbed my shift at the shoulders and pulled it off me smoothly. I bent over, taking off my panties and melted into him, pulling down his cock so I could slide it between my legs as we embraced.
We kissed some more as I humped the length of Claudio's magnificent erection, my nether lips sliding along it easily.
I bent again and grabbed a cloth I'd also put beside the sofa. It was the work of a moment to wipe off his cock. I knew I would be wet enough for the both of us.
Laying back on the sofa, I threw one leg over the back and rested the other on the floor, just as I had in my dream.
Spreading my pussy open, I looked up at Claudio standing next to me. "I want you inside me – right now. Fuck me, Claudio. It's been too long."
He looked a bit startled, probably because I was being so blatant, but at that moment I really did want him quite badly.
Once he was on top of me, we kissed a bit more and I made sure the passion showed in the way I was responding. Then it was time.
I pulled back my legs way back and got Claudio to put his hands on the sofa's arm above my head so there was a space between our bodies. I wanted Davy to see everything, leaving no doubt that Claudio's cock was entering his wife's pussy. I'd already asked Claudio earlier that day about STDs and he assured me I would be safe if I took him bareback. (Somehow that hadn't entered my mind when we'd first spent that week fucking our brains out.)
I lined him up with one hand and he pushed forward. I made sure to remain tight so he'd have to push a bit before it would pop in. This was part of the show for Davy. When the pressure was hard, I loosened my pussy muscles and allowed Claudio to sink halfway in.
"Slowly, slowly," I sighed. "I'm not used to you anymore."
It only took him a good half-dozen thrusts for me to fully "encunt" Claudio's cock. He rested more on my body and I brought my legs lower. We kissed passionately then I let him take over and do whatever he wanted.
"Oh Jesus, Claudio, don’t stop! You're going to make me cum."
