"Well what do you think? Jen asked the next morning over breakfast.
"About what?" I replied disingenuously. I knew exactly what she was asking about, had been thinking about it nonstop since she brought it up.
"The date Silly"
"Oh that..."
Jen had been having a sort of side affair with an amazing guy we met at the club. He was hot, intelligent and a genuinely interesting guy. He was also very into Jen and she was responding. They'd been chatting and had phone sex the day before, all of which skyrocketed my libido as well as hers. Now she wanted to know my opinion on her going on an actual date with him, which I assumed meant they were going to fuck.
"My first thought is that I love the idea of you being with him." I replied honestly.
"Okay" she replied hesitantly, though she couldn't help just a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her pretty lips and a twinkling shine in her sexy green eyes.
"But then I get nervous," I began, "I mean it sounds amazingly hot and I want it, but I also want to know how you're feeling about it."
"I agree it would be totally hot and I want to do it," she replied in a carefully neutral tone, "but it's not worth risking us if you're not sure."
"That is really all I wanted to hear." I replied, "I think we should go for it."
"Really?" she replied almost overflowing with enthusiasm.
"Yes" I replied with certainty that I wasn't really sure I felt, "really!"
Her exuberant hug and kiss was worth suppressing my anxiety over the situation for. I hoped that what happened next would be worth it as well. One thing I wanted desperately was to know how I would ultimately fit into the picture. I didn't ask though, because the thought seemed selfish. There would be plenty of time to discuss next steps.
We discussed a few more aspects of the date so that we could both be a bit more comfortable with what was about to happen. Once everything was sorted, she enthusiastically picked up her phone and disappeared into the other room to call.
Date Night
Work on Friday was absolutely excruciating in its slowness. When I got home she was already getting ready. She asked me advice on what underwear to wear. We decided on a very sexy pair of red satin panties with black lace trim and laces up the front and a matching bra. My favorite set, she looked so incredibly sexy that I wanted to take her right there. That would have to wait though.
Over that she wore an under-bust red brocade corset that gave her an amazing hourglass silhouette. She wore that over a low cut blouse that really showed off her massive cleavage and a pencil skirt over thigh high stockings. Black, patent leather, platform heels finished off her outfit. Wow did she look incredible.
She straightened her long black hair and trimmed her bangs into a sexy V shape. We chatted as she worked, ignoring the subject of what was about to happen almost completely. We had talked about it to no end and decided on our course of action. This was happening, so chatting about it would just make the time pass slower. Instead she asked my advice on colors of eye shadow and lipstick. We decided on a violet for her eyes and a deep red for her lips.
"How do I look?" she asked with a flourish when she was finally satisfied.
"Very...very fuckable" I replied seriously
"Well I hope so!"
I put my arm around her as I walked her to the car. I gave her just the barest kiss on the lips, not wanting to ruin her makeup even though I really just wanted to press her into the car and make out with her, I restrained myself.
"Last chance to back out." She said as she got into the driver seat, her look was understanding and earnest. She was letting me know if I chickened out she wouldn't think less of me.
"No, I am good." I responded with the most confident smile I could muster.
"Midnight?" I confirmed one last time.
"Not a minute later." She replied with a big smile and blew me a kiss. She heaved a deep breath and started the car. She was nervous too.
So my waiting began. I had been sporting a raging erection since, well for most of the day. Now it was throbbing in my pants and driving me nuts. I needed some distraction.
I tried to go for a run to tire myself out, but the thoughts of what she was doing kept bringing my cock to life. Have you ever tried jogging with a hardon that won't go away? I barely worked up a sweat before I headed home and took a quick shower. I'd have to figure something else out.
I started out with some basic housework just to try to clear my mind and hopefully subdue my raging horniness. I vacuumed the living room, folded some laundry. After a while I was hungry so I made myself a nice diner of roasted chicken and vegetables.
Focusing on cooking helped a lot. Still every slack moment I looked at my phone as the time dragged on. My erection would go down for a couple minutes and then come raging back seemingly twice as hard. I couldn't stop thinking about what must be happening right now.
He only lived about ten minutes from our house so she had to be with him right now. I knew the date was pretty open ended, he had planned to cook a light diner and they'd just get to know each other and see what happened. That left a lot of room for fooling around. I wondered if they had kissed yet, was she sucking his cock or fucking him as I washed the dishes. It was too much, and it was only eight o' clock.
As I finished the dishes I decided it would be good to take care of myself a little bit. I was so intensely horny that I needed something special. This wasn't going to be just a quick jerk off session to relieve tension, I really needed to feel good and eat some time in the process. I poured myself a glass of bourbon on the rocks and got ready.
I grabbed a bottle of lube, a fresh hand towel and sat down on the living room couch. I lit a couple of scented candles and turned out the lights. I put on some trance music with a heavy back beat to set the mood, then I took my time taking my clothes off, my mind wandering over all the things that Jen might be doing with Quinn. Once I was completely nude, I laid back on the couch, feeling the coolness of the black leather on my back. My cock was bouncing up and down, demanding attention, attention it would have to wait just a bit longer for.
Images were flashing through my head, and wouldn't settle on any kind of logical stream, her manicured finger nails raking lightly down his muscular chest, his strong fingers caressing and pinching her pierced nipple, a deep passionate kiss as they ground against each other and tore at their clothes frantically.
As these images flashed through my mind, my own hands wandered over my body, feeling the shape of my muscles, the texture of my skin, pinching my own nipple to the point of pain, my back arched and I let out a long low moan. I sipped the bourbon and was feeling rather warm all over.
I loved the anticipation of the whole situation. I grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some in my hand. Were I using it on her, I would rub my hands together to warm it up, but now on me I relished the temperature difference as I took my cock in my slick hand and covered it from tip to base in the oily lube. I looked down at my cock as I slowly stroked it, enjoying the sensation, the masculine shape of it glistening in the low light.
I love my cock, well OK I love cocks in general, but I can't help but feel much attached to mine (pun totally intended). I wasn't huge or anything, at about six and half inches, but it was very straight and proportionally thick, and cut, with a nice sized head. I reveled in watching my hand slide up and down the slick velvety shaft. Quinn's was a bit bigger according to Jen, but not by too much, and she felt his was equally beautiful. She hadn't shown me the pics because she hadn't asked him for permission yet, so I had to imagine. The thought made my mouth water.
The images flashing through my head became even more erotic and sexually explicit. I imagined her savoring his hard cock, sucking him, them fucking in various positions. The stimulation was too much and I was riding the wave of on the edge of cumming. In order to stay on that edge I had to stop touching myself, or just give the lightest of touches to my cock, which jumped in my hand, straining for release I wouldn't give it just yet.
Then suddenly I was over that line. My hand gripped my cock hard to slow the trajectory but to no avail, I was going to cum. My back started to arch off the couch as my hand pumped my hard cock faster and faster. I let out a loud groan and my whole body shook with the force of the orgasm. I felt hot splashes of cum land on my chest and face and the last pulse rand down over my hand.
I was left breathless and completely covered in cum and still horny as hell. At least my cock softened to half-mast and I felt a little less frantic, only an hour and a half to go.
Right on Time
I won't bore you with the rest of my wait. At five minutes to midnight I found myself peeking out the front window every thirty seconds or so. Some part of my consciousness was aware of how pathetic this was, but the rest of me really didn't care.
