It was a great question, and one to which I didn't fully have the answer. I texted Mark, hoping that we could discuss this situation more fully now that we wouldn't have to look each other in the eyes. Over the next few hours, we laid out some ground rules- some of which were communicated to Steven and some of which were just for us.
First and foremost, I would be texting Mark all through the night and letting him know what was going on. We both agreed that this would only be fun if it was something we shared- anything that felt fully "behind his back" wouldn't be fun for either me or for my husband, and I was very much in love with him. I didn't tell Steven exactly how much I would be communicating to Mark, but he was aware that there wouldn't be any secrets.
Second, there were no expectations of anything beyond a date. While we might have a fantastic time and the night might develop into much more, it was equally possible that there would be no chemistry and even that I would never see Steven again. It wasn't that I didn't want to see what things with Steven would feel like (and based on the few photos he had sent already, I VERY much wanted to see what Steven felt like), but I didn't want to have pressure for the night to go any specific way. Maybe this would be a long, flirty relationship, maybe a one-night stand, and maybe a nice conversation and a quick goodnight. Those all had to be okay with everyone for this to be fun.
The last two rules were only between Mark and me; Steven wasn't aware of them and might never be. Mark would be at the bar that Steven and I had chosen, and would make sure that I was safe and comfortable. Steven had never met Mark, and so it would be simple enough for Mark to sit at a booth within sight of the bar and keep an eye on us, both for his own excitement and for my safety. We also both wanted to make sure that Mark would be okay once another man actually put his hands on me- sexting and pillow talk were one thing, but another man actually touching your wife could elicit some unexpected reactions. We hoped they would be positive, but either of us was entitled to end the night at any time if things turned negative.
The final rule which Mark insisted upon was the scariest- "just say yes". Anything that Steven asked for, he wanted me to agree to. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that yet, but I did enjoy Mark's attempt to make sure that I would not feel guilty. After all, if Mark was making the choice for me, it would be difficult to blame myself it things went further than I was planning. Although, to be honest, I had no idea what I was planning- I hadn't really thought past arriving at the bar.
Once all three of us felt confident about the expectations and rules for the evening (although Mark and Steven didn't communicate directly), I grabbed my purse and headed out for the day. My first stop was the gym, a bit earlier than my normal Thursday routine but nothing extraordinary. I worked out hard, starting with abs and back and ending with a cardio session that left me covered in sweat and gasping for breath. It was silly to work out extra hard in an effort to look good that evening- results take time- but let's be honest, we've all done it. And I had put in plenty of work before today too, the mirror confirmed. I was checking myself out in the mirror as I walked to the locker room when I noticed a young black man with his eyes glued to my ass as well. He looked up when I stopped walking, and blushed at having been caught ogling someone ten years older than him. I recognized him from the other day; he had been with a group of what I assumed were university friends, but today he was working out alone. In fact, we had the gym nearly to ourselves, and I had a terrible idea.
The young man sheepishly returned to his workout, trying to act nonchalant about getting caught staring at my ass, and I slowly sauntered over while he finished his routine. The machine he was currently occupying put his eyes right at my chest level, and more importantly sat out of view of the cameras the gym used to keep its patrons safe. I stopped just a few feet in front of him, out of reach, and made sure no one from the front desk or the side rooms could see us. Satisfied, I slowly pulled my top up, revealing my full C-cup breasts. I played with my nipples and bit my lip seductively, staring at the large bulge now evident in his shorts. He started to stand up, and I gently placed on hand on his chest and pushed him back down, then leaned in to nibble on his earlobe.
"Have a good workout," I whispered, allowing my hand to snake down to his shorts and gently squeeze his excited member. He gasped, and I confidently stood up and walked off, leaving him staring after my swaying hips and gym-strengthened ass. I pulled my top back into place just as I rounded the corner, and I could swear I heard the young man panting for breath behind me.
My panties were soaked when I peeled them off in the locker room, and finding myself alone I dared to rub my pussy with one finger briefly before changing into a flirty blouse and mini-skirt combo for the rest of the day's errands. I considered the blue panties I had packed, and decided to go without for the rest of the day. It was exciting having this much power of men, especially ones younger than me, and I wanted to make sure I had every tool at my disposal if the urge struck me again. Not that panties couldn't be equally sexy, but... I enjoyed the feeling of the cool air on my legs, and it was delicious to know that if I bent over just right, some lucky stranger might get to see everything I had to offer. Not that I'd be offering him (or her), but...
My next stop was my hairstylist, across town but worth the drive. The appointment had been booked before I knew I would be dating Steven tonight; not quite a coincidence, as both were related to my seventh wedding anniversary tomorrow. I had booked the appointment with that in mind, and it was lucky that I didn't need to change it to look spectacular tonight. Tiffany was really amazing, and I always left feeling like a goddess among mortals. We gossiped while she did my hair, tantalizing stories about her brother-in-law's divorce and the slut he was dating now blending into stories of my recent escapades. I didn't tell Tiffany everything, but I did mention that I had a date tonight, and that I was planning to try some new things in the bedroom. I told her plenty about teasing the boys in the gym, including today's conquest, but neglected to mention that one of the conquests was not only known to my husband but encouraged by him. And of course, I didn't mention that tonight's date was both with my husband... and with another man.
I arrived home with plenty of time to shower, do my makeup, and eat a bit before I needed to leave. Although the bar we had selected did have good food, which I'm sure Mark would enjoy, Steven picked it for the drinks and the view. It was an elegant spot- the word "bar" seemed almost inappropriate- with a rooftop view overlooking most of the city's lights. I wanted to make sure that I could focus on the view, the drinks, and the company, and thought it best not to arrive with an empty stomach. I was headed for the shower when I noticed a garment bag draped on the bed; it hadn't been there when I left this morning. Mark must have snuck home for lunch and set it out for me- he seemed almost as excited as I was about tonight's date.
We had agreed that he would go straight from work to the bar, and so the first time he saw me in the dress would be when I walked in to meet Steven. I pulled it out of the bag and was both pleased and a bit nervous at the look and feel of the thing. It had the softest fabric I had ever felt, and appeared to be just a bit transparent- the type of dress that leaves you wondering if you really saw something or whether your imagination was overreaching. The slit in the side seemed dangerously high, and the neckline wasn't exactly conservative either. Mark had purchased everything new to go with the dress as well; I pulled out a lacy black push-up bra which would take my already large breasts from nice to incredible, and a very small thong that matched the bra both in color and fabric. I stripped and tried on both undergarments without the dress, and modeled them with the pair of black heels that Mark had provided as well.
I looked fucking good. There are days when I don't like everything about my body; Mark says men don't care about cellulite, but I'm not always in love with my legs, and I don't think any woman over thirty is really happy with the way her stomach looks from certain angles. But standing in front of the full-length mirror in this lacy set and hells, stretching my legs and turning to see my ass in the reflection... I knew that if I didn't get lucky tonight it would be my choice and no one else's. I turned and popped my ass out in the mirror, then decided to reward Mark with a few pictures. I took quite a few to get two that I felt were perfect- one with my ass balanced on the sink as if that were ever candid, the second one bent over to remind him of how he pounded me over the table last night.
I sent them to Mark with a text that said "thank you", then took one more for Steven. I wasn't sure exactly where I wanted tonight to end up, but I knew I wanted it to start with him hard and aching for me, and this was an easy way to get that going. I sent him a full body pic, captioned "getting ready for tonight!" before hopping in the shower. The soapy loofah felt amazing on my skin, and I spent a significant amount of time lathering up my tits and my pussy. My nipples were rock hard almost immediately, the afternoon of teasing leaving them aching for a man's touch, and my pussy was already on fire with the need to be filled. I slipped one finger inside my wet slit and found that I was wetter inside than out, a shudder rippling through my body. I wanted to take the time to play more fully, but I also didn't want to get my hair wet and I wasn't sure I could control myself enough to make both things a reality. Actually, I was pretty sure I couldn't.
I shaved everything, carefully and completely, and then rinsed and toweled off before wandering the house naked. I had plenty of time left to finish my makeup and head over to the bar, and I luxuriated in the feeling of the skin on my naked body. I had been naked more this week than probably any time of my life, and walking around with the windows open, exposed for anyone to see my bare breasts and ass, made me tingle with excitement. I walked through the living room a few times for no other reason than that it had the largest bay window, before getting myself ready to go. I checked my phone as I pulled out my makeup, and was delighted to see two picture messages, one from my husband and one from my date.
I was expecting a picture of my husband's cock; lately, it had become a pretty regular occurrence as I kept him updated on my teasing while he was trapped in the office. However, this time I opened the message to see a picture of this morning's card- "just say yes". It was his not-at-all-subtle reminder that tonight he hoped I would say yes to anything Steven asked for. Although I knew he thought that was what he wanted, I did wonder what would happen when the time really came. If I actually said yes to everything, I was certain that it would end with Steven's thick cock buried deeply in my pussy, and that might not be all.
The second picture was surprisingly sweet; although I had sent Steven a seductively undressed picture, he responded with a fully dressed picture of himself with the same caption- "getting ready for tonight!" He looked damn good in a button-up and tie, and I realized that I had never seen him out of gym clothes before. Well... to be fair, it would be more appropriate to say that I HAD seen him out of gym clothes, but not IN any other clothes. The gym body was hidden but still evident underneath his light blue shirt, and his dazzling smile shone through even by text message. I responded with a heart emoji, and texted both men separately that I was on my way.
The drive was uneventful, but I pulled into the parking lot with butterflies doing backflips in my stomach. It was such a strange feeling to be going on a first date, while also being a day away from my seventh anniversary. The date was with another man, but in a sense it was also with my husband, and I still wasn't sure which one excited me more. I hoped that they would both appreciate the work I put into my appearance, and wondered if either would notice my new hair, or both... I hoped they would appreciate the dress, and the body underneath. I had chosen to wear a necklace that drew attention to my abundant cleavage, not that it needed much advertisement, but that reminded me of the rest of my jewelry. I texted my husband while I fiddled with my wedding ring, deciding whether to keep it on or take it off. In the end, I decided that I would keep it on- everyone who mattered knew exactly what the situation was already, and anyone else who noticed a married woman out with a single man didn't particularly matter to my life anyway. My text to Mark simply read "here", and I took the elevator up to the rooftop bar with a deep breath.
The ride up was long enough to make me wonder what the ride down might hold later this evening, assuming that I was not alone in the elevator by that point in the night. The doors opened with a chime, and I was met by the most amazing sight. Everything was bright and sparkling, massive chandeliers suspended far overhead and giving light to every corner of the room. Mark and I enjoyed the dive bar near our house, but this was an entirely different experience, and using the word "bar" to describe both places seemed almost blasphemous. Every corner was illuminated and pristine, yet somehow comfortable and private at the same time. Painted artwork decorated the elegant walls, and the marble floor was broken only by the fancy tables and a few potted plants. I spotted Mark in a corner booth, and he smiled deeply when he took in the sight I made framed by the elevator doors. I was posed perfectly, and paused for a second just for him before winking and turning towards the bar.
