I'd like to recount another story of my time with my first DeFacto Andi. If you haven't read "Forced to Share" you should, it provides a good background to our relationship.
My Birthday was approaching and I wanted to spend the evening with only one person, Andi. This was a little later in the relationship, after I'd been given the "share me" ultimatum. So I had to broach the subject of us spending the evening together with a little less confidence than is normal. I figured I had to do a bit of enticing.
Luck was with me, one of Andi's favorite artists was putting on a performance at the local nightclub. I asked her if she would help me celebrate my birthday by joining me for the performance. I was delighted when she said yes. After the tickets were purchased I excitedly anticipated our evening together. I figured what with it being my birthday and a night out with her favorite act I was bound to get lucky.
The night in question came around eventually, it seemed like forever. I had spent the time leading up to that night trying to be as attentive and nice to her as I possibly could be. Some of the events of the past had strained the relationship. I really wanted this night to put us on a new track. She had moved into her own bedroom, I was left feeling very lonely and missing her in mine.
An hour or two before the show we both disappeared into our bedrooms to get ready to go out. I showered, shaved, and put on my nicest clothes. I think I even put on some cologne. I sat on my bed waiting. After a little while Andi called me into her bedroom to help her choose an outfit.
I loved going into her bedroom, it smelled so intensely of her, that unmistakable aroma of woman mixed with her many perfumes. She was quite messy and her room often had lingerie and panties strewn across the floor and the bed. She would often leave her "used" panties for me to find while she was at work. They were almost always black so as to highlight the white creamy stains from the fun she had in them. I would examine them when I came across a pair like some sort of CSI examining a crime scene. I found it highly arousing and she knew it.
Anyway, upon entering her room to her help her choose her outfit I was stunned to see her standing there in a pair of lacy black panties and some thigh high stockings, and nothing else. She had done her hair and her make-up and looked absolutely incredible. She was a petite and beautifully proportioned natural blonde with perky C cup breasts, they weren't too big and certainly not small. Her hind quarters were something to behold, no doubt the product of magnificent genetics and many years of horse riding from childhood. Her cheeks were ludicrously lifted and separated. Always. When naked she didn't even have to bend over to show you her goodies. They just stood out, asshole and pussy with wisps of blonde hairs, plain as day. Incredible. Standing there with her hands on her hips she asked me which of two outfits I would like to see her in. Of course I was completely mute, all I could do was stand there with my mouth open and my dick almost bursting out of my pants. She loved the effect she had on me. Without a word she sat on her bed and proceeded to pull on some high boots over her stockings. She made sure to spread her legs nice and wide giving me a magnificent view of her gorgeous swollen pussy lips barely being covered by her skimpy little panties. I couldn't help myself, all I could do was say "I love you" as I ejaculated in my pants. I ran out of the room with her laughing behind me.
After I cleaned myself up and changed my pants with her having chosen a suitably slutty outfit to go with the boots and panties we left for our night out. We lived on a farm in the country so it was a good hour drive down to the venue. We chatted and laughed while I admired how beautiful she was and how sexy her outfit was. She had chosen a tiny pleated skirt and a plain tight white T-shirt, with no bra. You could see her nipples and tits without even trying. Just like old times I couldn't believe I was with such a hot and sexy woman. We even held hands waiting in line to go into the venue. I was so happy, this was going to be the best birthday ever.