Lucy Croxton had taken her two children to spend the night at her sister's house. The two sisters were talking as the children from both families played together in the back garden.
"Are you intent about what you are doing with Tom?" Her sister Vicky asked.
"Yes," replied Lucy, "never more so. This is very important for me. I need him. "
Lucy had a date with Tom, the new man in her life. He was the first one she had seriously looked at since her marriage to Kevin. Tom's wife had died four years ago, leaving him with two teenagers to support in their most formative years. He was a good, reliable man. Also, she liked him more than any other man she had met recently. She had got together with him via an online dating site about five months previously and had seen him a dozen times since their first date. Lucy had decided that tonight would be the big one. She would sleep with him tonight.
"Can you be sure you are going to get past Kevin with this? I mean, you'll be fucking another man after all." Vicky asked again. "And will this be the final break from him?"
"I think it may be," she said sadly.
It was true that whenever Lucy had thought about sex her mind always went back to Kevin and what he would say. It was so long now since she had made love to him. She had adored Kevin making love to her for so many years. Now she needed to try a new man, a new cock.
Kevin had been her first love. He had taken her virginity. They had married when she was 21 and he was 24. They had scrimped and saved until they could afford their family home. Her first baby came along when she was 25 and the second followed at 27. Now, at 33 years old, her life was about to change again. Tonight was the start of a new sexual adventure. Her thoughts still drifted to Kevin but tonight it would be Tom's night.
Lucy had told Vicky that she would talk to Kevin so that he would know what she was doing. She still told Kevin everything important even though he was not directly involved any longer.
Vicky nodded and said, "you feel that you are betraying Kevin don't you? Don't worry about that, it's not cheating really."
In spite of that, Lucy still felt in turmoil about what she was going to do. However Kevin was not going to object to her taking a new lover.
Lucy drove home that afternoon with mounting excitement. At home she got herself a drink and carried it to their bedroom. Of course, Kevin was not going to be there but his presence was still in the room. His clothes were still in the wardrobe and his talc and aftershave were still on the dressing table. She had not moved him out. Kevin was still with her in the bedroom.
Lucy stood in the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She looked at her body reflected in the mirror. She squeezed her tits and smoothed her stomach. She thought she looked good. Good for a strange new man to take her. She skipped into the en-suite where she showered, shampooed and then shaved her legs and any other extraneous hair. She looked at the pubic hair on her mound. She twisted and turned to get an idea of what it would look like for Tom. He had not yet seen it. She would make it look good for him. She trimmed the edges and shaved it to a sexy little patch to reveal enough to entice him to it. Perfect.
She sat back completely nude and finished her drink. A cool breeze was blowing through the gap in the windows was raising goose pimples on her bare skin and making her nipples tingle. She waited, exposed, naked and her thoughts drifted to the times she had spent in this room and on this bed with Kevin. She had conceived their children in this bed and felt the first contraction nine months later. This was a room full of her most personal memories. From now it would retain a new memory. She was getting ready for her first fucking by a man who was not her husband. This would be a memory to keep. One last thought, "I'll tell Kevin about it afterwards." She wiped a small tear from her eye.
She rose and dressed. The evening would be spent at a country house hotel. Tom had promised it would be themed as 'Fred and Ginger'. Top hat, white tie and tails, the works. The ladies, yes The Ladies, were expected to dress up in the appropriate styles of the period for 'Putting on the Ritz'. She would wear casuals for the drive and change into the evening dress when she got there. Lucy had a long flowing dress with a low back for dancing. This to be worn with a sparkly necklace, one that Kevin had given to her, to accentuate her breasts. To emphasise her hair she took a small fascinator which she selected for one special purpose that Tom would find out about later. She packed her bag with her overnight things and a change of clothes for the next day but the dress was carried separately. Lucy was ready to party.
Tom's car pulled up outside and he came to the front door. Lucy opened the door and looked straight at Tom. He was everything she wanted tonight; just the top hat was missing. He gave her a hug at the door and presented her with a bouquet of flowers. "Are you ready?" She thanked him and looked at the flowers. "Let's go. Bring them with you. We'll put them in the room at the hotel."
He picked up her bag, carried it to the car and put it in the back beside his. Lucy noticed curtains in neighbouring house windows twitch has he held the car door for her. "This will give them something to talk about," she said to Tom. But she was thinking, "at least they won't tell Kevin. They never speak to him. It's only me who does that."
Tom kissed her lips, "and that will give them something else to talk about." He drove off and arrived at the hotel about one hour later. It was far enough away from home that they were unlikely to see any acquaintances.
They checked in and went to their room. Both needed to change, so both needed to undress. "Well, you are exquisite." Tom examined Lucy's semi-naked body. He stretched his shirtless torso and enclosed her in his arms. They flopped onto the bed. The temptation to frolic on the massive bed was too great so changing took longer than anticipated.
"No, Tom, stop. We must get ready." Lucy was undecided what do to, "Well, go on a bit more then." They held onto each other and kissed, rolling right across the bed. Tom's hand slid inside her diminutive panties. "Not now Tom. It's a treat for us both later." They dressed and Lucy completed her makeup. One last straighten up of the dress and they headed for the restaurant.
The band played softly as they ate. The floor was cleared and couples got up to dance. Tom skilfully guided Lucy slowly around the floor trying to show her off. The faster dances got Lucy electrified. The slow dances gave them both an opportunity to hold close and hang on to each other's bodies. Lucy could tell that Tom was pleased to be with her if the size of his erection was a judge. Tom slipped a hand down Lucy's bare back and drew her onto him. They swayed to and fro as the music swirled up and down engulfing them in their own little world. When the music stopped they made their way back to their table.
Tom signalled to a waiter and ordered drinks. An older lady sitting at the next table spoke to Lucy, "Your husband certainly is a good dancer. I wish mine was as good as that."
"Oh, he's not my husband. He's...." Lucy's voice tailed off as she saw the woman looking at her wedding ring. "I'm just escorting..." She blushed, realising she was getting deeper into difficulties. "I'm just his dance partner for tonight." Tom turned back to her and she breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"I was just saying to your er.. partner how well you dance," the woman persisted.
Tom glanced at Lucy. She smiled. "Would you like the next dance?" Tom asked her.
"Yes, thank you." The woman stood up and Tom took her arm. Her husband moved over to Lucy, "Would you like to dance too?" Lucy accepted the invitation and danced with him. He moved well but was a little more energetic than Tom and not so elegant. When the set finished Lucy was getting too hot for comfort.
