Well, Joe left a few weeks ago. after saying "good bye" to Angie. Apparently they did it out on the deck, then Angie gave him head in the airport parking lot. The details made me very horny, and we had great sex while I thought about her with other guys. The only problem I had was the fact that she enjoyed it too much.
Just like the previous encounters, nothing much was said about that weekend, ensuring me that it wasn't a new habit she picked up. The rest of the summer flew by, and we spent the winter holidays with our families. We teased each other about bringing another guy home, and joked about the possibilities of who the lucky guy would be. Originally it was to be a Christmas present, but nothing ever materialized, and the subject was dropped. But not forgotten.
As Valentine's day neared, we promised each other we would make the day very special. It was decided that we would keep our plans secret, so that it would be a surprise to each other.
This year, Valentine's day fell on a Friday, and I decided to make a long weekend out of it, and I told Angie to be prepared for anything. She poked and prodded, trying to get any information she could out of me, but I was silent. She even went so far as to hold out on me sexually, but that just served to make us hornier.
I had planned to take her out to dinner, then surprise her with a trip to Las Vegas for the rest of the weekend. She had never been, and I had only been there twice, both times on business. I wouldn't tell her until after dinner.
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We slept in late on Friday, and Angie jumped in the shower first. She came out wrapped in towels, and playfully kicked the bed.
"OK sleepyhead, it's your turn." she said as she opened her dresser drawer. "I can't wait to give you your surprise!" she spouted as she looked at me in the mirror.
"Not if I give you yours first!" I said as I shuffled to the bathroom. As I stepped into the shower, I heard the doorbell. Maybe whatever she had planned to get me was here. I took my time under the hot water, giving her time to prepare her gift. After toweling off, I slipped on the terry robe she had gotten me for Christmas and headed back to the bedroom. Hmmm, she wasn't up here. As I got halfway down the stairs, I saw her on the couch. She was dressed in a red see through negligee, but she was not alone. In fact, she was slurping away on a big hard cock. The man was dressed in a neatly pressed uniform, and was obviously enjoying the tonguing he was receiving. I was obviously enjoying it too, as my cock split the cotton robe. I stood there and watched as he soon succumbed to her talents, and filled her mouth with his seed. As soon as she was finished, he stuffed himself back in his pants and was out the door.
"OK, I guess you got me first." she said as she turned to me on the stairs."And the flowers were a nice touch!."
"I agree, it was quite a surprise, but I thought that show was for me!" I said, as she got that deer in the headlights look.
"You mean he wasn't your idea?" she said as her face reddened.
"No, but it was still a nice surprise!"
"Yeah, for him!" she laughed as she reached for the card on the vase.
"Hey, it's from Joe! Says "Happy Valentine's Day! Wish I could be there, but I'll be on the road for a few days. Love, Joe."
"That was nice of him." I said, admiring the roses that I forgot to get.
The mood had changed a bit, and Angie went to change because she couldn't quite swallow his huge load and she wanted to wash the remains out before they left a stain. She gave my throbbing dick a firm squeeze and told me she would take care of me tonight.
The rest of the day we just lounged around and told each other how much we loved our partner. Around four in the afternoon we started getting ready for our night out. I shaved and got dressed in the bathroom while she dressed in the bedroom. We were both stunned at how nice we looked. I seldom wear a tie, but her mother gave me one for Christmas and I thought it would make a nice impression. But she looked fantastic! A blue ruffled dress that stopped just above her knees. It was low-cut, but not slutty, and four inch heels. She always wore stockings and a garter belt, and her long hair was piled up on top of her head. I hoped my bulge would not embarrass me tonight. It was hard enough (excuse the pun) knowing how sexy she looked, but knowing that every male we ran across would be affected by her beauty.
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I had made reservations at a very fancy Italian restaurant, and they held a secluded booth in the back for us. It was very private and romantic as we shared a candle lit dinner. Even our waiter, who was obviously drooling over Angie was extremely polite, and tried hard not to stare, as her breasts practically spilled out of her dress each time she leaned forward to take a bite of her pasta.
She ate with one hand while massaging my crotch with the other, driving me wild, especially when she sucked the noodles seductively into her mouth. Our waiter walked by and took a double take at Angie, then glanced at me. After debating the situation for a moment, he approached my side of the table.
"Excuse me sir, but...ah...your lady seems to have spilled a bit of sauce on herself. Pardon me for ah...noticing, but it looks almost as if she had been injured." he whispered to me. I cocked my head and looked. Sure enough, there was a dollop of red sauce on her left breast, looking almost like a gunshot wound. Angie figured out what we were staring at, and froze, not wanting it to travel and stain her dress. I held up a finger, indicating that she should hold on a second.
"Er...Antonio." I said as I searched out his name tag. "You've been so kind, but I was wondering if you could do us a favor?"
"Yes sir, anything you wish!" he responded, not having the slightest idea what I was about to ask of him.
"My lady would like you to help her with the sauce she dripped..." his eyes now widening as he took in the large globes filling her gown. "But she knows you will be a gentleman and not grope her with your fingers."
He looked somewhat confused, not knowing how to clean her up if he couldn't use his hands. He looked to me for an answer.
"I would suggest using your tongue." I said casually, as Angie sat there and smiled at him.
He walked over to her side of the table, and took his eyes off her chest only long enough to glance about, making sure no one was watching. Licking his lips, he bent over and slowly lapped the sauce from her cleavage.
"Better make sure you get it all!"Angie cooed as she pulled her dress aside, revealing a hard nipple. He didn't have to be asked twice as he licked and sucked her smooth skin.
"Will there be anything else?" he asked, with a relaxed tone.
"Yeah, you better check the other one too." I said, noticing how much Angie was enjoying this.
"Very well, sir!" Antonio said as bent down to the other tit, and began licking. She exposed her other nipple to him which he sucked like a baby.
After he left us, I pulled the envelope from my jacket, and handed it to Angie. Her eyes lit up more than Antonio's when she saw the airline tickets to Vegas. She was so excited, she insisted on giving me head right there in the restaurant. Now it was I who was nervous.
"What if someone walks by?" I asked as she tugged at my zipper.
"The only one who might walk by would be our waiter, and I don't think he will mind." she said as she freed my dick.
"Yeah, he won't mind if you...oohhhh.." the words trailed off as she enveloped my member with her warm mouth. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the sensation, her soft slurping filled the booth.
"Ahem!.." I woke from my trance to see Antonio standing there with our bill. I was a little embarrassed, but it was too late to stop Angie as my knees trembled and I gripped the table. I stifled a groan as I unleashed a load that had been stored for days into her belly.
Sitting up, she acknowledged our waiter with a grin.
"Can I take care of that?" she said, nodding towards the paper in his hand.
"Take care of what?" I teasingly whispered to her.
"Whatever." she said, not moving her eyes from the front of his pants, where he held the bill. He placed it on the table in front of her, but her eyes remained fixed to the bulge that was now apparent.
"Go ahead." I whispered, as I nudged her. She scooted over to the edge of the booth and ran her hand up his leg and grasped the growing bulge.
"My apologies madam, but that isn't really necessary." he said, but did not pull away.
"But I was looking forward to having Italian cream for dessert!" Angie said with a pouty look. "And besides, you can consider it a Valentine's gift." she added as she slowly pulled his zipper down.
He looked around and gulped, his mouth said "No", but his neglected, uncut cock was saying "Yes, yes, yes!". We all knew who won the argument as Angie closed her lips around his thin cock. His hands reached out to her bosom and deftly found her nipples through the thin material. As she bobbed up and down on him, he slid his fingers under the blue taffeta and pawed her large boobs. He had to steady himself on the table as she succeeded in her mission to drain his balls.
Even though he regained his composure quickly, he was still red and winded from the ordeal.
"Oh my! In all my years of service, I have never experienced anything as wonderful as that! You have made Antonio very happy! To show my appreciation, tonight's dinner is on me!" And with that, he snatched up the bill, saving me almost a hundred dollars.
Angie straightened herself up, but nothing could be done about the finger marks Antonio left on her breasts.
