AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short.
You may want to read Chapter 18 to get up to speed if you are just joining the series. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted.
Civil comments always welcome.
19
On Friday Lena got out of work early. It was easy, since she was volunteering at a non-profit organization, and they had no serious work or meetings that day. She left at noon and took her time getting home, although she was fairly bubbling with anticipation. Even at the office she had been unable to concentrate, thinking about tonight.
She got home, ate a quick salad for lunch, ran a few errands including the liquor store, where she picked up a few bottles of champagne, in case they all came back to their house afterwards. When she got home she picked out clothes, wanting to make sure that she would look just right for the big night out.
She and John had a date with Terri.
She ran a hot bath, soaked for a while, and moisturized her skin. She shaved her legs, and under her arms. She'd recently had a wax, but she rinsed off and went over her pussy and ass to make sure there was no stubble. She rinsed again, and checked with her hand. It was perfectly smooth. She wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight, but if anything did happen, she wanted to be ready.
After her shower, she did her nails, her hair and makeup. John came home while she was doing her hair, kissed her hello, and jumped in the shower. She listened to the water running as she brushed, and heard him humming. Seems that he was looking forward to tonight as well. She thought about his mood, and likened it to a boy going on a date with a new girl he likes. She remembered the feeling, when she was a teenager, of dating a new boy; of playing the scenarios in her head, imagining what he'd be like, imagining him holding her hand, or kissing her.
And she suddenly realized that she was having first-date butterflies, and so was John. And they were going on a date, together, with the same person!
Too weird, she thought to herself, and tried to brush the feelings away. But without them, getting ready was suddenly just a job, and not an exciting anticipation. Why should she push away these feelings? Rather than be embarrassed of her girlish infatuation, she embraced it, made it her own.
She and John were a couple, a couple in love; they shared many common interests, and they enjoyed an adventurous (recently) and a healthy (always) sex life. As a couple they had done many new things together, shared many new experiences. And tonight, they would share a first date. Who knows? Might they share something else before the night ends?
They had made plans to meet at a bar downtown, an upscale trendy place, possibly to go dancing afterwards. John had hired a car for the night, not wanting to drive. They relaxed and chatted in the car on the way downtown. John was wearing tan pants, the ones that made his butt look just perfect and sexy, with a dark blue shirt with pearl buttons. He's added a lizard belt, trimmed in silver, and a half-dressy shoe. He'd had his hair cut, and he was wearing the cologne she'd bought him: he was very well turned out. As they spoke, her eyes wandered over his body; his long legs, his strong arms and shoulders (though not overdeveloped like some circus freak), his chest, his neck, his cheekbones, eyes, nose. His perfect mouth, his easy smile. She felt a little bit of moistness between her legs, and she imagined him there, in the car, dressed like that, stroking his hard cock for her. The moistness grew.
Lena had taken care dressing, perhaps more than usual. A year ago she'd have dressed well, but more conservatively. A few weeks ago she'd likely have worn something more revealing and daring. Tonight she wanted to look sexy; hot, willing and confident, but not loose. She'd selected a white blouse and navy skirt, dark stockings and a 2-inch heel.
The blouse was open in the front down to her breasts, and was loose enough, and flowed just enough that the lace edges of her white three-quarter bra showed whenever she moved, along with a generous amount of cleavage and the tops of her breasts. She wasn't hanging them out there, but no one could miss them. And, she thought, they looked spectacular. The stockings were thigh-high, held by garters, and the skirt ended a few inches above the knee, slit on the side so that when she sat, like now, her thigh would be exposed to the top of the stocking, exposing just a daring hint of lace. She'd considered going without panties, but decided it was overly anxious, and went with an attractive white thong. Diamond studs sparkled at her ears, her gold necklace and bracelet were a set; her shoes and bag were not, but matched well. Inside her bag she kept, among other things, a small bottle of lube and a thin pink vibrator.
She called it the Little Lady.
She was ready for anything.
They arrived at the bar a few minutes early, got a booth near the back and ordered drinks. They waited, talked, observed the other patrons. They were well-dressed, but not dressed up. Fashionable, and mostly good-looking, and all, seemingly, good-spirited. No surly drunks, alone at the bar, drowning in misery here. They began discussing the ones that attracted their eye, then teasing each other with what they might do with them. The whispers between them escalated in heat and passion until Lena, aroused at John's description of two young ladies orally stimulating his front and back simultaneously, began a detailed narration of how the three men at a nearby table would coordinate their efforts on her. As she outlined the second penetration, staring into John's open-mouthed face, Terri was suddenly standing next to them.
"Don't stop on my account," she grinned, "I think I know how this story ends!"
She leaned down, kissed Lena lightly on the cheek, told her how great she looked, and then kissed John, too. Lena watched as Terri lingered at the side of his head, her hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. John's face blushed, then smiled, then blushed deeper. He suddenly laughed, and Terri moved away, laughing with him. She turned to Lena, and sat. "We were just catching up, since our first meeting," she said. A mental image of that event flashed through her head: Terri fingering herself as she watched John fuck her, then sucking his dick clean after he came. She felt herself blushing, and a tingle between her legs, remembering that night. And then their lunch date.
Terri ordered a drink, and Lena watched her as she spoke. She faced John, and directed most of her conversation to John, but she sat closer to Lena, and would occasionally rest her hand on Lena's leg. Terri was dressed in pants, black with a white pinstripe, and a gray silk camisole under a white blazer. Her bra held her breasts up, but not still, and did nothing to restrain the erect nipple that appeared every time her blazer shifted. Her hand felt warm on Lena's leg, reassuring her, as Terri and John relived their first meeting, in some detail. Terri reviewed the afternoon with Lena for John, and some of the subsequent events. They laughed and chuckled together. Lena would chime in occasionally, when she felt Terri had glossed over a detail that Lena enjoyed.
Once, when Lena was describing the drive home after lunch, Terri's hand moved off her leg to just above her knee, touching her stockinged thigh, and then sliding up, pushing the hem of her dress to mid-thigh. It rested there while Lena continued, anxiously but very much at ease. She finished the 'ride home' story with coming into the house, and, "well, you know the rest!" She felt Terri's hand slip to the inside of her thigh, squeeze firmly but tenderly, and then leave. Electricity swirled in her groin, and she felt her nipples swell with excitement.
They finished their drinks, chatting for another hour or so, then deciding to go out to a small dance club that Terri knew (she was younger, and had a more current night life). John handled the tab while the girls went to the ladies room.
"John is so nice," Terri told her as they walked to the back. "You are so lucky. I'm happy for you, and happy that we met."
"We're happy, too," Lena grinned, "John has really allowed me to grow. A year ago I didn't think I could love him more, but I do."
"He seems to be a real pleasure."
"It's not a fairy tale; we've had our disagreements like any other adults. But we're so happy together..."
"And you guys share your interests."
"Yeah, now," Lena replied. "A year ago, we didn't even have these interests, and you never would have noticed us." She thought again of that night, the flashing, the fantasies of being fucked in public, in front of John.
They chatted in the ladies room, politely, as there were other women there. On the way back to the table, Terri stopped her, pulling her to a quiet spot before returning to the table.
"Lena, I have to ask you something," she said, hesitatingly. "We've only just met each other, really, and our friendship is based pretty much on our interest in sex," she continued. Lena noticed Terri's eyes were avoiding hers. "I know that we could have just a sex relationship, but I have had that with other people." Terri paused, took a deep breath. "I've met you guys, and I really think we can be more than 'fuck-buddies'. I want you and John as friends, not just another partner." Lena watched her, and Terri's eyes finally met hers, and held her gaze. "When I was getting ready tonight, I really thought I was going to just 'have' you both, but now I don't want to." She paused again. "That didn't sound right."
"You've got me totally confused."
Terri sighed, exasperated. "You guys are hot, I knew that the night we met. After we talked, I knew that you and I had a connection, that we had a lot in common, and that we could be friends AND enjoy our mutual interests."
"I felt the same way!"
