Mr. Kaufman apparently didn't suspect a thing, even though I left his wife with nipples that I had made hard and certainly a wet pussy. I couldn't be sure if she had let me unbutton her blouse because she was too polite to say no or if she was eager to be fucked. My hands shook a bit as I drove home, and my cock oozed cum all the way.
At home, my mother asked how it went at the Kaufmans. I told her about the photo project, but not a word about the real project that I hoped was only just beginning.
"That's nice that you had such a good afternoon with Mrs. Kaufman," mom said, "because Mr. and Mrs. Kaufman will be here for dinner tomorrow night."
"Oh?" I replied.
"Yes, dear, and I hope you can join us," mom said.
This would need some thought. All the way home I was wondering whether I was about to be in big trouble, or was I about to be in paradise. I hadn't counted on another encounter with Mrs. Kaufman right away, especially not with Mr. Kaufman present, much less my parents, too.
As long as Mrs. Kaufman's husband was unaware of the fact that I had touched his wife's breasts and toyed with her nipples, and as long as she didn't call the police on me, I suppose it would be OK to sit through a dinner with them. Maybe it wouldn't be as awkward as I feared.
The next day there was no angry call from Mr. Kaufman and no response of any kind from Mrs. Kaufman, so my confidence returned and so did my erection.
Here was the adult I had dreamed about when I was a youngster, probably the most alluring wife in the neighborhood, 60ish, still fit and stylish, and with those hooters that had inspired me for so long. I would be more than content to sneak a peak of them, but our time together on her sofa in her livingroom had raised my hopes higher.
When the doorbell rang that evening, my hands were clammy as my father opened the door. Mr. Kaufman stepped in and shook my hand, "Glad to see you, young man. It's nice that you can join us."
Whew, that pretty much confirmed that what happened the day before was not on his mind.
I gazed at Mrs. Kaufman and took her hand, "How nice to see you again so soon," I said.
She was in a very attractive and flattering dress, but I had never seen her when she wasn't well turned out and looking wonderful. Her dress revealed no cleavage and was rather modest. I thought that perhaps she wanted to deflect any stares at her breasts and be sure that her husband would not notice me or my dad staring at his wife's tits.
At the table, Mr. Kaufman said, "My wife tells me that you are helping her with her photo project."
I hesitated, then replied, "Yes, we looked at her old photos, and we've begun quite a project."
When I said that, I noticed that Mrs. Kaufman's eyes widened a little.
I continued, "Her old photos a great. It's fun to see childhood and teenager pictures of adults and to imagine what her life was like back in those times. I like old photos."
