We arrange to meet at a local club. At 8:00 you and your husband arrive, and you find me sitting at a half-round booth. You slide in the booth next to me, with your husband right behind. You sit sandwiched between two men. We order cocktails.
You are wearing a short black dress and a black bra. Black thigh highs and a pair of black pumps with ankle straps and 4" heels complete the outfit. Your make-up is simple, with the exception of bright red lipstick. You look and feel absolutely radiant.
We make small talk and sip our cocktails. I make certain your husband notices as my hand slips off the table and down to your thigh. As my hand rests lightly on your thigh, you begin to tingle. You part your legs slightly. I slide my hand under the hem of your dress and just let it sit there. You begin to feel slightly warm.
The small talk continues and we order another round of drinks. You shift slightly in your seat, allowing the hem of your dress to rise up a few inches. Your lips are now exposed. I brush them lightly with my fingertips. A chill runs down your spine as you gaze into your husband's eyes.
I tell your husband that I have something in mind for you, and that there will be great rewards for him. He is intrigued. We pay for our drinks, and get up to leave.
Your husband drives home alone. You ride with me, ostensibly to give me directions, but we have plans to make.
When we arrive at your house, we find that your husband has fixed another round of drinks. While he is confident that the evening will be a good one, he is a bit anxious at not knowing exactly what is going to happen. We drink and chat a bit more. After a few moments, you tell your husband to bring a kitchen chair into the bedroom, and you will meet him there.
You follow him to the bedroom. You undress him seductively. He is already getting hard. You kneel down and take his cock into your mouth, sucking it gently. As he gets close to cumming, you stop and stand back up. "There will be more for you later," you say. "For now, sit in the chair, don't move, and don't say a word." To emphasize your words, you tie his arms, legs, and chest securely to the chair. You go to the laundry basket, take out a pair of your worn panties, and stuff them in his mouth.
You leave the room, much to his agony. You come back to the living room. "He's all set", you say. "But I'd like to leave him there for a few minutes to build up his anxiety and excitement."
We finalize the plans for the rest of the evening. We finish our drinks and head for the bedroom.
We walk into the bedroom. Your husband's eyes are wide open, and his cock is throbbing and hard. I stand you two feet in front of him, facing him. Standing behind you, I unzip your dress and slide the straps off your shoulders, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. I reach around you and gently begin rubbing your breasts through your bra. Your head tilts back, lying on my shoulder. I slowly and gently begin to kiss your neck. Soon you feel my warm tongue softly licking your neck.
I open the clasp of your bra. I slide the straps off, allowing the bra to fall to the floor and fully exposing your breasts to your husband. His eyes look like they are about to pop out of his head. As excited as I'm already making you, watching him watch us makes all of this even more thrilling.
I reach back around you. I take each of your nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I pinch them firmly but not painfully, and roll your nipples back and forth through my fingers. You let out a small gasp.