I looked at myself in the full-length mirror wondering what James would make of my body and me.
I had no concern and didn't think he would have an issue with my weight.
I have a slim build and carry no excess anywhere, which is luck really and more due to my metabolism than anything on my part. Alright, I play tennis and work out and am careful with my diet, but I certainly drink too much, probably near to a bottle of wine most evenings, but I was careful after both children so my tummy is flat and I have no 'baby wrinkles.' My waist is pretty trim at twenty six inches and my bum, though fairly pert is beginning to 'drop' a little, making me resolve not to turn my back to him when standing up naked. 'Shit' I thought 'I am beginning to accept having sex with him and I have not even met him yet.'
Cupping my tits and looking at them in the mirror my immediate thought was that they are, how can I describe them, nothing I suppose is the most apt description. They are not full or particularly pert and certainly they are not big; I have difficulty creating a deep cleavage even with a tight, uplift bra. Just little pouches of flesh that do not have that much going for them, although the nipples are quite pronounced and are hugely sensitive.
As it was warm for mid-October and I still had a tan from our recent family holiday at the house we have just bought at a knock down price in Southern Florida, I chose not to wear tights or stockings. I knew the restaurant would be fairly dressy so I chose a tightish, white, just above the knee skirt matched with a black, silk blouse with buttons all the way up the front and a white jacket with the cuffs turned back. I slipped one of those long, dangly necklaces round my neck and clipped on my diamond earrings.
Bill arrived home just as I came downstairs and gave me a welcome wolf whistle.
"Blimey, you must fancy him looking like that" he smiled
"Don't be daft."
Bill came up to me and took me in his arms. "Seriously Dan, you look lovely. He might be a very lucky man" he said into my ear.
"Yes he might."
"But if you decide you don't want to then say so. That'll be fine."
*
The lunch went well. James was lovely and was the sort of man that I could easily fall for. He was beautifully dressed in a mid-blue linen jacket, a sparkling white shirt with two buttons undone showing his hairy chest and sand coloured linen trousers. He was undoubtedly good looking and momentarily I wondered why he did things like this for he should have no difficulty meeting and going out with women, of all ages I thought. He had that confident and assured way about him that the rich often have and seemed perfectly at ease and at home in the swanky restaurant being greeted by several of the staff.
Bill and he got on well and there was no tension when James flirted with me or when he touched my wrist.
Over coffee as James went to the toilet Bill asked.
"Well?"
I knew what he meant and nodded. "So far yes, but there's a long way to go Bill."
"So" James said when he returned. "May I invite you both to my home?"
We both nodded.
He clicked on his mobile phone and said to us. "My car will be here in five minutes."
We were driven to his home in his BMW 7 Series with me sitting between the two of them their legs pressed against mine. It felt nice and augured well for what might happen later.
His house was a large, converted barn just off Castle Street and quite near to Magdelene College. It was beautifully furnished and reeked of money, but in a stylishly understated way. His home was like him if that can happen; stylish, expensive and confident without being arrogant.
We hadn't drunk that much at lunch, for which incidentally James had insisted on paying, just a bottle of Chablis and a nice claret so both Bill and I accepted James' suggestion of champagne.
He went into what I assumed was the kitchen and returned to the huge lounge with a bottle of Moet and three tulip glasses.
Standing a few feet from where Bill and I were sitting on a sofa he smiled at us and looking at me said.
"Shall we drink it here or............" and then after a pause added. "In the bedroom?"
I looked at Bill as James added. "Don't worry Dani you can still say no and, by the way that goes at any times."
"Thanks James."
"So Dan" Bill asked?
I didn't answer for I did not feel able to frame the word 'yes' to such a blatant, yet excruciatingly exciting suggestion. Instead, I simply stood up. They both understood. James smiled and as always polite and diplomatic, but assured and in control, he said.
"Would you like to follow me then?"
We followed him across the lounge, into and along a short corridor and up a short flight of open stairs.
"We had the mezzanines put in when we refurbished the place after we bought it three years ago he explained opening a pair of double doors and ushering us into the bedroom. It was massive, at least thirty feet square. There was a seating area with two low chairs and two matching four-seater sofas grouped round a low, glass table. I wondered why the hell anyone would need those in a bedroom, but said nothing as I took in the two huge plasmas, one for viewing from the sofas and the other suspended from the ceiling over the big, again getting on for square bed. Along one wall there was a bank of wardrobes with floor to ceiling, mirrored doors with the other wall, the one facing the bed being given over to a series of windowed French doors. They led out onto a small balcony.
"There's only one bedroom on this mezzanine, but there are two more on the other and a couple more downstairs," he explained opening the champagne. "So any time either of you need a bed on this area we have plenty. Come let's sit. May I take your jacket Dani?"
It was beginning to get dark outside so James fiddled around with a tiny laptop. Impressively that not only put lights on round the room, but also switched on the sound system that played some beautiful classical music, Bach I think.
Bill had sat in one of the chairs and I had perched myself in the corner of the sofa. James came and sat beside me. We chatted away avoiding, or so it seemed, the 'big issue' that had brought us together and was the reason we were there, James fucking me as my husband watched.
Bill and I had discussed how we would extricate ourselves if either of us became uncomfortable at any time. We had agreed on a phrase that we would say to the other if we wanted to leave and also one if we wanted to proceed.
Out of the blue, Bill used the phrase that asked if I was happy to move to the next stage.
"What time are you playing golf tomorrow?" he asked.
Replying that I was playing in the morning meant I was not comfortable and saying that I was playing in the afternoon meant that I was ok to go on. I thought for a few moments as a little shudder went through my entire body. Then taking a deep breath I said softly.
"Not until the afternoon."
Smiling, Bill stood, walked over to me and placing his hands on either side of my face, he kissed me on the lips. Breaking the kiss he looked into my eyes for a moment or two, then turned his head, and looked at James. James was sitting just a foot or so away from me. Bill said very quietly.
"James have you been properly introduced to my wife Dani?"
I looked from bill to James and saw him smile as he replied.
"No Bill, not properly or formally I haven't."
I was not quite sure what Bill was up to and I wondered if they had agreed some 'secret' phrases. It became clearer though when Bill went on.
"Then meet Dani, James and Dani say hello to James."
As James closed the short distance between us, slipped his arm round my shoulders and brought his face close to mine I realised what was happening. I turned my face to greet his and welcomed his mouth on mine. We kissed. He murmured.
"Hello Dani, it's lovely to meet you."
I smiled and replied. "As it is you James."
Then, for only the second time since I had married Bill I enjoyed a deep and passionate kiss with a man other than my husband. And it was lovely.
Quickly, it became an open-mouthed kiss with both of us using our tongues and squirming our lips on the others. He was a wonderful kisser. Completely closing the space between us James put both of his arms round me and I let my body rest against his. He pulled me tighter until my small boobs were squashed against him and that felt marvellous. I looked over his shoulder and caught Bill's gaze. He smiled and nodded encouragingly. I closed my eyes again and gave into the gorgeous feelings my body and mind were gaining from James.
His kissing technique was wonderful and so different to Bill's. Although back to him both of them made ample use of their tongues, James used his more on the outside of my lips than inside my mouth. He licked all round and between them and also sucked and gently nibbled them. It was such a change and I found myself responding by doing the same sort of thing to him.
I was so absorbed with the way that we were kissing that I sort of lost track of time and had no idea how long we had been kissing. More significantly, though, I also as good as forgot my earlier reservations. It was beginning to feel perfectly natural to be kissing this virtual stranger as my husband looked on. As James and I kissed, I occasionally opened my eyes and was pleased to see Bill staring at us and smiling his support to me.
I had slid back into the corner of the sofa with James now half-lying on top of me. As a result my skirt had slid up my legs and I knew that I was showing their bareness at least half-way up my thighs. When James broke the kiss to ask.
"Ok Dani?" I saw him look down at my legs and wondered whether he was about to slide his hand up my skirt. Although my body would have welcomed such a move for it was crying out to be caressed and stroked, my mind was resistant to the idea. That was thinking it may be too soon and maybe inappropriate in the circumstances. After all with a massive bed beckoning us why do the 'back of a car stuff?'
As it happened, he did not do that, but as we were in a long, deep and hugely enjoyable kiss, I felt his hand on my breast. Although it made me jump, it felt good and, more importantly it felt natural and right. He squeezed it nicely sending wonderful sensations through me. I again looked at Bill who simply smiled and nodded.
