"Are you sure about this?" she asked, trying to decide between two pairs of black heels that looked nearly identical to him
"Absolutely, if you are." He took his time, letting himself fully absorb the view of his wife. Her long auburn hair was done in that sexy style that she reserved for serious date nights or the few times that they had played various versions of today's game. He loved the way the long subtle waves brushed over her shoulders. He could almost feel it in his hand, imagining the sensation of softly pulling at it as he made her moan.
Her makeup was more pronounced than normal, her lips a deeper shade of red, and her eyes were dark and sexy. He could smell her perfume, which he knew she carefully applied to those sensitive points on her neck and the top of her cleavage. The dress was simple enough; not overtly sexy but still enough to turn a few heads. Open shoulders, tiny straps, and more than a hint of her full breasts straining under the fabric would cause any man - and a few women - to take in a second look.
The hemline fell a respectable four inches or so above her knees; the deep red color of the fabric contrasted nicely with her tanned, toned legs. The heels she settled on created a nice effect on her calves.
"How do I look?" She turned to face him fully.
"Like maybe I shouldn't let you out the door." He felt his dick stirring at the sight of his wife and at the thought of what they were about to do.
"Is that really what you want?" she teased.
"Yes, but not right now I suppose. It will be even better later. You know the place, right."
She nodded. "I'll text you."
The goodbye kiss was a promise of what was to come. He released her from his grasp and watched her as she walked outside to her car. Her ass never looked better.
She pulled the seatbelt carefully across her dress, not wanting to wrinkle the fabric. As she began to back out of the driveway, she could see him standing in the window, watching her, just like he always did.
The ride was just long enough to get her out of her usual turf. She knew the next suburb well enough. Her dentist was there and she had been in a couple of specialty shops a few times, but it still felt safely far away. The pub was actually across the street from a shopping center that she had visited in the past.
It was early enough in the afternoon that the after-work crowd still hadn't arrived. Her date was there, though. He met her outside the front door where they shared a quick, awkward embrace. Apparently, he had been there long enough to arrange for a table, because he led her directly to a seat once they walked in. It was a high top, situated toward the back of the place, across the room from a long bar that looked like it had been standing there for a century, though she knew better.
"So, do you do this often?" John asked as the waitress left them with their drinks.
"Not really." She wondered how much she wanted to tell him. "And never like this. At least never before."
"So I get to be your first," he smiled.
She liked him. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was his confident demeanor. He wasn't cocky, but he was clearly comfortable. He was average-looking, a few years older than her, and in reasonable enough shape.
"I'm not sure I'd say that," she laughed, feeling herself relaxing a little. "Let me ask you the same question. Do you meet other men's wives often?"
"Every chance I get." He paused only a second before adding, "But I don't get that many chances. And never with a woman as beautiful as you."
She blushed at the compliment, knowing full well that she was far from the first woman to hear him say it. She looked away for an instant, trying to figure out how to change the subject.
"Let me ask you," he continued. "Do you meet other men often?"
She wasn't sure how to answer.
"From time to time. But never...," she caught herself before she finished the thought. She couldn't tell him that they had never done this since it would mean admitting to him more than she wanted to.
"But never this way. Usually, my husband is more involved." That was mostly true.
