I am totally spoiled by my husband. So when he told me he was taking me out to our favorite restaurant for dinner I wasn't surprised. There was a bubble bath, candles and a glass of wine awaiting me when I entered our bathroom and when I emerged, my skin as soft and as flagrant as rose pedals. Lying across our bed I found my best black dress for the evening.
A note laid atop which read, "Tonight is just for you...I've laid out the perfect outfit for you to wear. I haven't forgotten anything...so if you don't see it you won't need it"
I looked over the garments laid out perfectly. My favorite black dress, the one with the thin spaghetti straps, thigh-high black stockings and his favorite spiked heels. I didn't see any panties or bra, not like I could wear a bra with this dress anyway and the thought of him taking me out without panties was a very exciting idea. My clit began to tingle before I could even begin to slide my stockings up my long soft legs. My pussy was getting so wet I was sure it would run down my thighs before we even got started with dinner.
After I fixed my hair and make-up and dabbed my husband's favorite perfume along my neck, into my cleavage, my wrists and ankles and just a touch behind each knee. As if on cue there was a knock on our bedroom door. I slid into my heels and grabbed my handbag and opened the door. I pulled the door open slowly revealing myself to him. I could see his eyes start at the floor at my heels, slowly taking in every inch of me, along the curve of my calves, thighs, hips, breasts, neck, my soft plump lips and deep dark eyes. When his gaze met mine, I was hoping he was seeing the longing in my eyes that I was seeing in his. It was perfectly clear that I wanted him at that point and he wanted me too.
"You look fabulous babe." he slid his hands up the back of my neck and slid his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back gently, slowly, kissing my neck. The feel of his moist lips pressing against me sent shivers through me, electricity along my body, making my nipples hard and my pussy ache, for an instant I thought I might have my first orgasm of the night from his kiss. My fingers wrapped around his wrists to steady myself, pressing into him firmly, his arms wrapped around me, our lips giving and receiving the pressure of our passion. At that moment I wanted him to sweep me up and take me right there to hell with going out. To hell with whatever the other plans were I needed to have him inside of my hot, wet pussy. So wet I was struggling to keep it all inside, not letting it drip out of me. "We had better go...or we'll be late," planting one last soft kiss on my lips.
Not only were we going to have a wonderful dinner at our favorite restaurant but also we were having dinner with a colleague of my husband's. I hesitated just a bit when I found out we wouldn't be alone. I was concerned about being able to keep myself under control. But as I voiced my concerns I could see that that was part of the plan. To get me all crazy, hot, and horny and then keep me waiting for it. Well then two can play that game. The night was just beginning.
On the ride from the house to the restaurant there wasn't a word spoken by him. He just continued to have a devilishly, evil grin on his face. I tried to question him about the evening, but he just shook his head and chuckled a bit. We arrived a few minutes late. Led to our usual table, sliding across the seat I was sure I had left a wet trail. My husband grinned sliding up close next to me and forcing me closer to our dinner guest, it was a very cozy position I was being put in. Seeing the man, I recognized him from the last company party. He and my husband and gone off and had a very lengthy conversation...when I had asked him what they had been talking about...his only response was that same grin I had gotten earlier in the evening. It was all starting to come together for me know.
"Michael, you remember my wife, Sarah...Sarah...I know you remember Michael." again that devilish grin crossed his face.
"Of course" I extended my hand to Michael, "A girl would be hard pressed not to remember such a handsome gentleman." Michael took my hand, kissing my knuckles, gently along each one, turning my hand over, his soft, wet lips pressing firmly in my palm.
"My pleasure to have you join us tonight." The tone of his voice was deep and seemed to linger around my ear as if he had been pressing his lips against the curve of my neck.
The waiter poured the wine and we all raised our glasses in a toast to "new adventures and sinful pleasures". Glancing around the table I could tell that I wasn't the only one who understood what was going to happen tonight.
