Chapter Four -- A Word With Charlie
Emma had a special dinner ready when Charlie returned. How should she tell him that she had slept with her best girlfriend in his absence.
"Not only that," Emma said out loud, "not only that, dear, but... it was... wonderful."
That was the only word for the experience. It didn't change anything about her love for Charlie, but it was lovely and a delicious feeling which she could easily bring back into her mind and feel the sensations all over again. Also, she knew that she would want to feel that way again. So, what to say to Charlie? She knew she couldn't, not tell him.
What would he think? How would he react? Jealous? No. Curious. Angry?
"Well, he has always fantasized about me doing it with another woman; he's said that often enough," she smiled. "Maybe it's making me talk to myself, too. That's not too good." She was interrupted by Charlie's hail from the front door.
"Hallo, m'darlin' where are you?"
"Just getting the frosted martini glasses, lord and master!"
"Oh, oh; What did you buy that I can't afford now?" he retorted, feigning horror. He kissed her, tentatively, pending an answer.
"Oh, come now, I don't do this just when I want something, do I?" Emma wheedled and smiled up at him.
"What's for dinner?"
"Boeff Borgnogne!"
"Oh, Jesus, it's worse than I thought! My favorite, and a Martini. Lord, lord, what have we bought now?"
"Well, something you always talk about. But, come on, let's have dinner! It's all ready."
He kissed her again in spite of himself, slipping his hand down to cup her bottom, letting his hand enjoy the silky skirt slipping over her bum.
"MMMnnnn, no panties, either!" He whispered into her ear. "Mmmmnnnh!" His hand whispered back and forth across both cheeks, loving the feel of her, teasing one of her favorite erogenous zones. At the same time, his hand was doing an inventory.
"And a garter belt! Now I know I'm in trouble!"
"Wonderbra, too." She confessed, giggling.
They sat next to each other on one side of the long table, looking out over the city lights as they sipped the cold, dry martinis and fondled each other gently in the way they enjoyed before dinner. Emma felt his big hand slip up her thigh, and shivered a little in anticipation. He fondled the nylon of her stockings as he pushed her skirt higher, exposing the dark contrasty tops of her stockings. The contrast always drove him wild, and she knew it.
She parted her thighs, allowing his big hand to find the milky white of her thigh, then graze the tuft of curls at her mound. Emma's hand found his thigh now, sliding up to find the reassuring size of him beginning to swell under his pants.
Charlie looked down at the low cut neckline of her black dress. Her simple gold chain with a long pearl pendant pointed down to the lovely valley between her breasts. Her roundness was pushed up, looking beautiful, good enough to eat, he thought to himself. Her breasts were wonderfully alluring, displayed, yet still hidden, rising and falling with her breathing. A dark shadow promising more loveliness and warmth below.
They ate quietly, continuing the soft fondling. Emma was very wet now and she loved the feeling of the side of his hand, his little finger splitting her pussy lips. She took his hand, licked some of her juices from it, then offered her tongue to him between bites of the simple but rich dish he loved so well. He liked the taste of her body as an extra sauce; she knew that too. His tongue sampled hers and she returned his hand to where it had been, squeezing it between her thighs. Her hand smoothed up and down his swollen cock.
"Mmmmmnnn, delicious, sweetheart! Just delicious!"
Charlie slipped out of his chair, under the table and then slipped between her legs, his head bumping the table as his tongue trailed along the path to her. First the nylon, then the creamy white thigh. She felt his face pushing her skirt out of the way and parted her legs more, slipped forward to meet his questing tongue. She squirmed against him, letting him have her open pussy, enjoying the feel of a half-day's growth of whiskers, then the sensation of his tongue lifting her clitoris, teasing it, sucking. His tongue slipped down her slit to find her vagina, waiting to be loved.
