Author's note: I am a woman in my forties, and I write (in UK English) from that perspective. I welcome your feedback and suggestions. My sincere thanks to my three patient editors, InvincibleNoir, dave_932688 and a friend. But, despite their patient work, any typos or grammatical errors are my own.
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"The babysitter is booked! I am soooo looking forward to tonight now!" I was shouting at my husband over the din of the three children that were running around the kitchen. As a stay-at-home mom, I seemed to spend my days in track pants. It was about 6 weeks since we were last out together, so it will be nice to actually get dressed up tonight.
"Great," answered Conor, my husband. "Should I shave?"
"Absolutely!" I replied.
Conor cheekily responded with "If you want me to shave, then you have to shave too!" To which, I gave him a little squeeze on the bum.
I knew he loved a bare pussy and I had been neglecting my "lady garden" lately. Tonight I was planning on sorting that out.
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At about nine o'clock, I emerged from the last kid's bedroom bleary eyed and sleepy.
"Good grief, I thought the kids would never settle," I thought to myself! "YIKES!! I only had about an hour to get ready."
Conor was downstairs tidying the kitchen and making the place presentable for the sitter. Thankfully he was showered already, so I had the bathroom to myself. After a 20 minute "chemical in every crevice" shower I emerged hairless, moisturised, bleached, dyed, tanned and scrubbed! I nearly didn't recognise myself! I really wanted to tease my hubby tonight and dress provocatively. I selected an electric blue corset and a black fitted skirt that ended just above the knee with simple black stilettos to finish the look. I felt that this outfit best showed off my curves. The complete lack of underwear made me feel naughty. The corset had sturdy hidden boning, so it was capable of supporting my 32F boobs, although I had to be careful bending down, in case of over the top spillage. But I didn't see that happening when I was just going to sit on a bar stool. I finished getting ready by tying up my hair into an elegant bun and applying just enough makeup to emphasise my eyes. I wanted to balance the slutty outfit with elegant and sophisticated hair and makeup. I was finally ready just as I heard the babysitter at the door. I went down and opened the door for her, only to see her face light up when she saw me.
"Wow," said Sandra the babysitter. "You look really nice."
"Aw, thanks pet," I said as I let her in.
I turned around to see Conor standing there in the hall with a smile on his face. I let Sandra go ahead into the kitchen and I followed behind.
"Mmmm, I approve too," Conor whispered into my ear when I passed him in the hall. He gave my arse a little squeeze. The combination of the whisper and squeeze sent a jolt of anticipation to my pussy.
"Well, you are not bad yourself," I teased. "Wait 'till I get you home!"
Yummy! He smelt good enough to eat. Conor was 185cm. His balding grey hair was in a buzz cut and I loved the shape of his head. I could see a sexy peep of dark chest hair out of the top of his checked shirt. He had a couple of buttons undone, and all I wanted to do now was stick my nose in there and nibble on his neck!
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Once we got to the local pub I noticed our friends, Paula and Peter, were already there. They had managed to get a corner table for us. Paula was about my height, 175cm, but was dark brunette to my mousey brown. I had a bit of a girl crush on her actually. She was slimmer than I and had smaller perkier breasts that made me jealous and very curious all at the same time. Paula and I were swimming buddies, so I often got to see her glorious lithe body in the showers and changing rooms. Tonight, she was wearing a low cut white semi sheer blouse, which gave a tantalising glimpse of that beautiful cleavage. She wore her long dark hair down tonight, and showed it off by flicking it back from her face. Her long lean legs were showcased in skinny black jeans paired with heeled ankle boots.
"What are you drinking, guys?" Peter asked us.
We gave our drink order as I sat beside Paula, with Conor finding his place on the other side of me. As we chatted I could appreciate the sight of Peter's ass in front of me as he stood with his back to us at the bar getting the drinks. We were all in our 40s and none of us were exactly athletes! But Peter had a fairly toned ass that was definitely nice to look at. (Yes fellas, girls do look as asses too!).
"My god, where did you get that corset?" exclaimed Paula. "Its incredible! You look like a proper dominatrix!" she giggled.
"Perhaps I am," I laughed with her. "Should I start ordering the three of you to serve my every need?"
"Hehe, let me have a few drinks first and then I just might let you," retorted Paula.
Conor shifted in his seat and smiled. I could tell that the talk was starting to get him a little hot. Many times he had joked with me about getting Paula to join us for a threesome. He even brought it up in bed occasionally. I dropped my hand onto Conor's crotch and gave his semi hard on a little squeeze. He covered my hand and tried to move it away.
I leaned closer to him and whispered, "I'm wearing your favorite panties...none!"
That worked a treat on his semi hard on. It was now at full mast and straining against his jeans.
"Great," I thought to myself. "The teasing is working already!"
The two of us chortled at our secret while Paula was still laughing at my dominatrix comment a few seconds earlier.
"What's all the laughing about?" asked Peter as he set down the drinks in front of us.
"Kym is about to practice her dominatrix skills on us all," explained Paula.
"Hmmm, you are certainly dressed for the part!" Peter said as he looked me over, his eyebrows raising appreciatively. As he smiled broadly at me, I felt a tingle in my stomach. He really was quite handsome. His dark hair, slightly receding, was kept short. His bright blue eyes had mischief behind them. Peter had broad shoulders and fairly well defined arm and chest muscles due to his building job.
As the night progressed the drinks flowed and the conversation continued in a bit of a risquee tone. While we all knew each other fairly well, we were still relatively "new" friends. We had met about 3 years ago and had kids the same ages. Most of our conversations to date revolved around the kids, current affairs and local gossip. While Paula and I had had "girl" chats about our favourite errotic stories or adult toys from the "joy drawer", the intimate talk with the hubbies present was new for us all.
"I have a question for you Conor", Paula purred and grinned cheekily at my husband. "What makes a good blow job?"
"Em...", Conor blushed a little. He seemed surprised with the bold question.
"Plenty of tongue action and movement is always good" he answered, a little uncomfortably. "...and a hand on the balls or underneath-"
"Oh fuck, yeahhhh.." Peter sighed.
"Really??" Paula exclaimed. "I never knew you liked your balls to be touched, Babe. I thought they were kinda delicate!"
"Hahah, does that mean I am better at giving head than Paula?" I giggled and punched the air in mock victory.
"I don't know," said Peter. "Paula is fairly fantastic at it!"
"Ok, so same question to you Peter. What makes a great blow job?" I enquired, gazing straight into those mischievous eyes. Again, I felt a little tingle as he returned the gaze.
"Oh hell...emmm...enthusiastic lips and tongue anywhere in that area is pretty great!" Peter said as Conor chortled and agreed. "But Paula has an amazing...em...capacity. I mean, she can get a lot in, if you know what I mean."
Peter was blushing adorably at this intimate revelation. I got a mental image of Paula going down on Peter and I was starting to get aroused.
"Wow, deep throating?" Conor asked, looking at Paula almost in awe while she nodded proudly. "I've never experienced that, although Kym has tried her very best."
Now it was my turn to blush.
"But Kym needs lots and lots and lots of practice!" Conor put an arm around my waist and gave me a squeeze.
"Starting later tonight, I hope!" he grinned, before nibbling the side of my neck.
Conor got us all laughing again at this innuendo that he wanted oral sex. I placed my hand on Conor's upper thigh again and was surprised at how hard he was getting from the discussion.
"I think it's your drinks round, Conor," I said as I smirked at him.
I knew he wouldn't be able to stand up without giving away his state of excitement. He paused for a moment but couldn't delay long as everyone finished the last sips and shouted "same again". Conor is a bit of an exhibitionist (and a voyeur), so as he stood he turned a little towards Paula so his cock was at her eye level. I noticed Paula's stare at my husband's package before he turned his back to her and walk to the bar. The truth is, one of the reasons I married him was because of his fairly large cock. But try as I might, there was no way I could deepthroat him. I could barely fit him into my pussy! Some sex positions even hurt. As if reading my mind, Paula leaned into me and whispered,
"It's no fucking wonder you don't deepthroat that monster!" and we both giggled again.
"I need the loo," I said, searching for my handbag.
It had made its way onto the floor, so I bent forward to get it. Of course, I forgot all about the dangers of spillage out of the top of my corset as I felt the effects of the drink. When I sat upright with my bag there were two nipples peeping straight out at Peter, who sat across from me. As I was about to stand up and go, oblivious to my exposure, Peter kindly pointed it out.
"Emmm...Kym? Nice rack!"
"Oh bloody hell!! I can't even dominate my chest, let alone ye three," I giggled, as I pushed my "girls" back in.
"Mmmm, yeah, I agree Peter. You have nice titties, Kym!" said Paula.