It started out as so many other evenings have - meeting you at the station. The joy I get from seeing you is still intense my love, and as you are so aware, you look particularly gorgeous today. We embrace, kiss, love. But there are subtle differences too. We are both aware that you will be in the arms of another later.
We saunter back to our hotel room to deposit stuff, and take the opportunity to kiss you again, my hands roaming, enjoying how utterly delicious you feel. My hand finding the gap in your wraparound dress...feeling the smooth skin of your thighs before you pull away and suggest we leave so as not to be late.
We get to the bar, and the differences become more apparent. We might normally have ordered a bottle of wine to share, but not tonight. You order a glass of Prosecco, and I a large glass of wine, then we find somewhere quiet to sit outside.
We know we only have ten minutes together, and conversation is slightly stilted as we both anticipate what lies ahead. You glance at your watch, and the second time you look up, kiss me gently, and tell me to move to a different table, out of earshot. And it becomes so real. My tummy is turning, my heart fluttering. And my cock twitching.
I want you to know how submissive I will be for you, so I get up immediately, kiss you once more, and take my drink to a seat that will let me see you clearly. The next few minutes seem to drag on for hours, as we nonchalantly sip our drinks and exchange the odd glance. And then he arrives, drink in hand.
He walks straight past me over to where you are sat, your dress showing your sexy cleavage, your legs crossed. You glance up, shyly, greedily, as he sits next to you. Initially not intimately close, giving you both a chance to relax and exchange words.
I am in the dark now - not hearing your conversation. But I can tell it is going well as he moves closer to you and puts an arm around you, pulling you towards him. Time slows, my sweet love, as your lips move together, and you kiss. Gently, but I can see you relax, and your lips open a little, welcoming him. Is the first of so many sexy sights.
For the next half hour I watch as you flirt, touch and kiss, my mind, my thoughts swirling. Then you look at me and summon me over.
It is a strange situation, meeting a man who has been enjoying the company of your woman, but we approach it simply, shaking hands then sitting down, his arm returning to your leg, your skin. We talk, about what I cannot recall, as I struggle to take my eyes off his hand as it moves slowly up your thigh until I can see his fingers gently stroking your cunt my love, and your breath becomes slower, deeper.
You want more, and suggest that now might be a good time to leave. No one objects, and we start to walk back towards our hotel.
I am so used to walking back with you, close, chatting, kissing and flirting. It is strange to watch you doing the same with someone else. I am walking a little behind you, so can see clearly as his arm drops to feel your arse as you walk. I know exactly what he is feeling. The movement of your hips causing your arse to move so sexily as you walk.
He takes advantage of the darkness , pulling you to one side to kiss you hungrily, sliding your dress up at one side so I can see your knickers, his other hand searching for and finding your nipple through the material.
I don't know what to do, so just wait quietly, watching you respond, your body lowering slightly as your nipple is teased. And then we continue, back to the hotel.
Crossing the lobby, wondering if anyone has noticed the situation. And then into the lift where I see for the first time you run your hand over his crotch, pausing, squeezing, grinning.
Then finally we are at the door, I open it, and we are inside, and things change.
"Peter," you say, "You need to undress us now, carefully, with no unnecessary touching."
"Yes"
