It was finally Saturday again, and I was ready to put my scheme into action. It had been a whirlwind of a week, with work, kids, life, and sex all competing for attention. Work had been crazy as one of our nurses was out sick with the flu and it seemed like our entire patient base had wanted to come in – well, except my favorite patient. The kids had a lot going on – basketball, gymnastics, school, you name it, they were involved. And my husband's car had lost its water pump, so there was a lot of scrambling to get a rental, get his car to the shop, etc.
Among all that madness, I'd been able to meet Renee for a drink at her townhouse. She lived alone, and was some kind of accountant. She'd answered the door in a bathrobe, her hair still wrapped in a towel – she'd been running late from work. I'd been psyched all day to see her again, and my nipples and pussy were tingling with anticipation and nervousness as I knocked on her door. I was surprised by my level of desire for her, and as she invited me in I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the lips as soon as the door had closed – I knew I'd better jump while I knew I could.
She'd responded eagerly, her lips opening and our tongues intertwining, dancing, touching. She felt amazing – it was the first time I really understood why some women had said other women were the best kissers. I'd untied her robe and pushed it aside, and she had in turn stripped me naked faster than I ever had been before. We touched and sucked each other all over, each making the other cum several times. The only thing I missed was the feel of a hard cock, and when I mentioned it Renee had just grinned and said she'd fix that next time.
It'd been a wild night – I hadn't been with a woman in way too long – and when I got home to my husband he insisted I give him all the details. As you can imagine, that only turned him on, and we didn't nearly enough sleep that night.
Wednesday had been his turn – he'd gone over to Renee's for a "drink," and it hadn't taken long for the two of them to get naked and to fuck all over her townhouse. He had deep scratch marks on his back when he got home, and I wasted no time in stripping him naked, pushing him down on the bed and mounting him, reveling in the feel of him pulsing cum into my needy pussy.
Then, Thursday, I'd met my favorite patient. I was running late from work, and we didn't have nearly enough time to make either of us happy. But it was a truly spectacular fuckfest, and as I drove away I could feel his cum leaking from my dripping pussy. This time, though, I'd brought a pad and lined my thong with it. Greg didn't know about Tom, my favorite patient. At least, not yet, although I had started hoping I'd be able to figure out how to do it.
Saturday was the night we were going to go out again, and I had made some secret plans with my BFF Kristen, who I had shared my adventures with over the course of the week. I think she was bursting with excitement to have a chance to cut loose, and her seemingly somewhat straight-laced husband had agreed to come out.
Greg was out erranding, and I was getting the kids ready to go to my folks house for the night – they'd spent the night at Greg's parents' house last weekend, which was what allowed a lot of this to get started. I was going to drop the kids off and then go "work out," which really meant go have sex with Tom.
I got the kids over to my parents, and visited with them a little bit, thanking them again for taking them. For their part, they liked having them over, and always took them out to hike, snowshoe, bike, whatever – as long as it was outside, they were game.
Once I left my parents, I headed for my meeting with Tom. We'd picked a different hotel, figuring that the chances of Greg or anyone else seeing me would be lower that way. Tom had picked a hotel with a parking garage, and I found a spot where you'd have to really look to find my car. I walked into the hotel brimming with anticipation, my whole body electric. I walked confidently through the lobby, still in workout clothes, and punched the elevator button. By now I was flushed with excitement – I could see myself in the sort of mirror so many elevators have, and I almost looked like I'd already worked out. All I was missing was the sweat.
I knocked on the door quietly, and then slipped in – Tom had left it propped open. I slid it closed, and set the deadbolt. He'd been sitting in the chair by the far wall, and had jumped up when he heard the door. He smiled broadly at me, and I returned it, my whole body aching for him. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and a workout shirt of his own, and he said he figured if that was what I wore, he should try to match up. I had to laugh.
He didn't let me laugh long, though, because he swooped in, took me in his arms, and kissed me fiercely. I could feel my nipples almost popping through my sports bra and workout top, and I could feel his cock straining against his shorts. This time, he stripped me first and stopped to give me a long look, and twirling me around, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had enough time to think I looked pretty good, and then Tom was ravaging me. It was awesome – he sucked on my nipples, teased my clit and pussy with his strong and nimble fingers, let his mouth wander down, take me in his mouth, tongue me mercilessly, and almost made me pass out when I came from his tongue and fingers.
We were just getting going, too. We fucked with mad abandon, and he filled my sopping cunt twice with his hot cum, sandwiched around my finally sucking him off and reveling in feeling him erupt in my mouth. I've never orgasmed as hard as I did when Tom came inside me – it was just a magical pulse of warmth and pressure. The bad news was that I had to leave – Greg and I were going clubbing again. The good news was that we were going to get together as much as we could – I couldn't get enough of this man, the same man who bent me over my own exam table and fucked me in my own office. Even after a quick shower I could feel myself leaking his cum, and I loved it.
I met Greg at home, and we both took a quick shower and then dressed. While the red dress had been a brilliant success, I knew I couldn't wear it again, and had ordered an assortment of club dresses from the web. At $10 each I figured it was worth having an assortment. I knew the one I wanted, dug it out of the plastic wrap, and poured myself into it – there's no other way to describe it.
It was a shiny dark navy dress with spaghetti straps (I didn't quite trust a dress to hold my boobs up without some other support). It had a plunging neckline, and I'd ordered it specifically so I could show off cleavage, which I'd been blessed with. A zipper down the back – I remembered how sexy it had been to have Brian slowly unzip me from the front, and the sound of a zipper had always turned me on. I had also ordered it a size too small, apparently – it was really tight. I debated going without panties, but as short as the dress was I didn't think that would be a good idea. So I grabbed the tiniest nude colored thong I had, and slipped it on.
Greg, though, thought it was perfect for what we were doing. For his part, he'd gotten another pair of the jeans he'd worn last Saturday that had looked so good on him. And he was wearing a slightly different shirt, but definitely from the same family. I also put a hint of makeup on – not my usual thing – and he whistled as he saw me.
We made it to the club, which was a little bit closer to our house, and were again some of the early birds. That allowed us to claim a prime half-circle shaped booth, and Greg went off to get drinks. As I waited, I surveyed what I could see, and generally liked it. The music was pulsing, it was light enough to see people, but dark enough that they'd have to be looking to see anything. Greg came back, and we toasted each other, both of us knocking back a good part of our drink. He had thought ahead and gotten water – smart man.
We finished off our drink, and I walked to the bar to get the next round. The room was filling up, and I could feel it as people watched me move to the bar. Well, why not? I picked up another round and headed back. As I got back, Greg leaned in to my ear.
"See anyone interesting? Maybe one of the guys over there?" He indicated direction with a tilt of his head.
I'd seen them as I walked to the bar. "Maybe. It'd depend on how they dance, how they act . . . How about you?"
He tilted his head again. "It's early. There's a woman in a silver dress who might be – I think she's dancing now. Speaking of, wanna dance?"
Yes. Yes I did. I took a long sip of my drink, and we walked out to the dance floor and started dancing. It was a lot warmer on the floor – there were a lot of people dancing, and they seemed to have come out of nowhere. As we danced, the influx of people crowded us together, and I decided to have a little fun. I started shaking my boobs at Greg and slowly licking my lips. At first, he chuckled, and after a minute or two he started to move closer, and then put his hands on my hips, and slowly moved my hips to meet his. I could feel him through his jeans – he was excited – and I could feel my body turning on. He ground his hips into mine, letting me feel his solid cock, and then took my hand and spun me around, letting his hands come down on my breasts and squeeze. I almost had an orgasm just from that – I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.
I was about to raise the stakes when I felt a hand on my bare shoulder, and turned to see my BFF Kristen and her husband. "Hey! What are you doing here?" I had to almost shout it.
