It's been 4 weeks since your husband left, and you're slightly beginning to have those urges, you need something soon, a woman has needs too you know! But obviously you don't have any toys in the house to please yourself and using your hands is hard work. You wish your husbands tongue was there to go down on you and sort you out!
A knock at the door, that's unusual its 7pm and you weren't expecting anyone. You go downstairs and answer the door, its Claire to take Spot for a walk! She said your husband had texted her and asked her to come walk Spot for a few hours. You think that's weird, but jump at the opportunity to get that dog out of the flat. You go back upstairs and draw yourself a bath. Light some candles and crack open a bottle of wine to ease the night.
'Maybe a relaxing evening and I'll feel better' you think.
You take off your clothes and put on your purple silk dressing gown. When you hear another knock at the door, you think perhaps it's Claire and your evening is ruined. You put on a bra and underwear beneath your gown and go down stairs to open the door and there you behold a young, good looking man at the door. He introduces himself and says that your husband had ordered him to spend the evening with you. You're shocked and don't know really what to say, he realizes your shock and takes control of the situation and asks if he can come in. You reluctantly agree and invite him upstairs however in your mind you know what this is about and become very nervous but also excited.
You take him to the kitchen and offer him a drink. You already have half a bottle of wine drunk, so you end up pouring him a glass and yourself another. You cheers and say it's nice to meet him. You forgot about the bath running so run to turn off the water.
You shut the bathroom door and lock it, you look at yourself in the mirror flush with excitement. Still a beautiful hot girl you are. You apply a bit of makeup and fix your hair. You look at your body to make sure you look good. You adjust your boobs to give you a bit more cleavage and do a quick spin making sure your ass looks ok in the underwear you're wearing. You're nervous but then get very excited,
'This is exactly what I need and I know my husband is okay with it' you mumble to yourself.
You can feel yourself already getting a bit wet. After prepping yourself, you tie up your dressing gown and knowing you look good, you confidently head to the kitchen to see he's gone and made his way to the lounge and made himself comfortable. He's taken off his jumper leaving himself with a tight white t-shirt on that reveals a stunning upper body.
You ask him how his evenings been to which he states that it's gonna be a lot better momentarily. He asks you to sit beside him motioning with his hands patting on the cushion beside him. You take a gulp of wine and sit. He doesn't waste much time! He puts his hand on your thigh rubbing it as to say 'it has begun'. You look at him now your body slightly turned towards him. In your mind you say 'fuck it, just do it' and you go towards him to kiss him on the lips. He is even slightly taken aback by your eagerness.
He embraces you and kisses you back. His hand still on your thigh and one hand behind your head touching your hair as you kiss gently but passionately, your tongues connect, his inside of your mouth. His hand begins to creep up your thigh until he is rubbing in between, touching your wet pussy over your silk green underwear. You take off his t-shirt to reveal a tight well-trained body. He then opens your dressing gown being able to see your amazing cleavage he gets excited to see them naked! He asks,
'May I?'
You nod as he wraps his hands around your back to unclip your black lace bra. It comes off revealing your perfect perky breast. He grabs both of them, one for each hand, and moves his head down to kiss them. He sucks on your nipples, first your left one and then your right one, he does it so nicely and gently you moan with excitement. You're rubbing his crotch against his jeans and can feel a wonderful bulge beginning to grow and harden.