I ran the bath, putting in the bath milk I had made for her. As the steam filled the room I could smell the heady scents of lavender and bergamot with a hint of ylang ylang. She offered me her hand and I helped her step in, as she settled down into it I went back to the bedroom in order to lay her clothes out. I got out her silk knickers and bra set, a dark purple colour, I laid out her garter and stocking set, her high heels and finally the £1000 designer purple silk dress I had bought for the occasion, it was very elegant with a three-quarter length skirt, slightly flared and a soft cowl front.
I fantasised about how gorgeous she would look in it, how much I would be filled with a rush of blood just seeing her in it, how much self-control it would take to just sit opposite her in the restaurant and not want to throw her back against the table, lift up her skirt, push her panties to the side and take her right there.
I went back to the bathroom to see how she was. She was lying back eyes half shut, looking relaxed with a little smile lifting the edges of her mouth as if she was thinking about what might happen later in the evening. I poured some liquid rose soap in my hands, lathered it up, leaned her forward and started to wash her back. I moved my hands, washing her, over her whole body.
We were now both in our late 40's but she had kept trim, her stomach felt firm yet with that slight soft feel, that slightly squidgy feel that can never be lost from a woman who has had children, in this case our children. Her legs were divine, long slender, and gently muscled from exercise but again with enough of a soft layer of body fat that at night holding them, running my hands over them, squeezing them, they alone could bring waves of pleasure to my body sufficient to make my toes curl.
She was most definitely all woman to me. Having lathered up the soap on her legs, I shaved them for her. She stood up in the bath and I offered her a bath sheet. She draped it around herself and stepped out of the tub. I gently rubbed her down and we went through to the bedroom.
Once we were back in the bedroom she let the towel drop to the ground. I picked it up, folded it and put it to the side. I first helped her into her knickers, bra and garter belt so that she could sit on the bed. I then knelt in front of her and put her stockings on her, rolling each one up her leg as she pointed her toes forward toward me. I smoothed them gently rubbing her leg and then attached the tops to the garter belt. She then stood up looking down at me and I got up and picked up the silk evening dress I had laid on the bed for her.
It had cost me a lot, and I had enjoyed picking it out for her, I had got hard imagining her wearing it. I held it out for her as she stepped into it and pulled it up, easing the silky fabric over her body. I eased the straps over her shoulders then moved her hair to the side as I did the zip up. She turned around and said her first words since the bath to me.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Absolutely drop dead gorgeous" I replied.
She turned around again and I fastened the long pearl necklace behind her neck, she then went to put her make up on, some subtle eye shadow, a bit of blusher, red nail polish and deep red lipstick. She then sat down on the bed again as I kneeled at her feet and helped her put her high heeled shoes on. She held out her hand and I helped her up, we went downstairs and I helped her put her coat on just as we heard a taxi pull up.
"This will be him" she said turning to me with a glint in her eye.
"I love you" I blurted out.
"I know you do" she smiled.
There was a knock at the door and I opened it. He walked in past me, ignoring me, then looked at her and said
"You ready?"
"Of course" she said, and she kissed him, a long drawn out kiss, whilst looking at me over his shoulder.
He then escorted her out.
"Don't wait up" she said as she left. I closed the door after her and listened to the taxi drive off.
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I got myself ready, waited a good 10 minutes imagining different permutations of their taxi journey: conversation? Would he be running his hand up her leg? Would they be kissing? With the 10 minutes passed I got in our car and drove to the restaurant. I was fortunate to get a space outside, and could see they were already inside.
As I went in the waiter took me to the table I had booked earlier, I took a seat where I could see them at their table, one I had also specifically booked having spied another couple from this position last time I had been here with my wife that had given me the idea.
Their table was angled such that I could see them side on, and yet my wife was facing me more than he was, I could see her face, but also, something that turned me on greatly, I could see her legs under the table, I could not see him so much.
My wife noted me sit at my table but otherwise she did not acknowledge me. She was looking at him smiling and listening intently to him, she had her leg crossed with her upper leg bouncing slightly with the sharp toe of her high heels pointing towards him. I was reminded of the excitement of my first date with my wife and could see she had that same energised look on her face, something we had lost, and I felt a surge of pleasure through my body witnessing her look that way again, but with another man. It was a feeling of erotic lust, happiness and pleasure. Whatever the feeling was, it was most definitely a good feeling.
Our marriage was otherwise solid, I knew I loved her, in fact I adored her, and we got on well, we were very happy together, so why were we doing this? We had two kids, we had a reasonable income, a secure home. Was that it? Boredom? I wasn't bored. It was about something more that we both wanted. I knew that a lot of my pleasure came from my experiencing her pleasure, it is hard to explain why but I just loved the idea of her being pleasured. When she felt good, I felt good. I could psychoanalyse it if I wanted, perhaps some masochistic urge, some sense of alienated self, or alienated pleasure that I found in hers. Something from childhood, some loss I could not regain, some earlier bad relationship? Maybe all of these things? But at the same time all of these things together were still not enough to explain it. What did explain it was simply, as I have said, I got immense, incredible pleasure from her pleasure and it felt good. And the better the relationship I had with my wife, the stronger that desire and enjoyment was. Was it love? Most definitely, this kind of pleasure is impossible without it. Was it lust? Of course it was! But it was also something else intangible, and whatever it was it was there, it felt very, very good, and tonight we were playing it out.
How had we got here? The other guy? I had found him on the internet, he did this stuff with couples for kicks, and he had a reputation for being good at it, especially the role play. Otherwise I really didn't care much about him. I had made sure my wife would find him attractive for sure, and I had made sure he was more endowed than me with regards certain negative aspects and attributes I felt about myself, but that I was sure my wife was looking for in a man, he was fitter, younger and better endowed, but at the same time, whilst he was a substitute for me, he was not me.
It had been clear from the start of our marriage we liked each other, got on well, enjoyed each other in many different ways. Our sex life was good. I don't know how to explain it really, I had had many relationships before, I have had very good sex, I have cheated and I have been cheated on but when I was inside her I felt incredible, as if somehow I could be a part of her, something I had not experienced with any previous partner, and I knew I had no desire to be with anyone other than her. She was the one that an old cynic like me would have always, had I not met her, scoffed at. Yet, whilst such an experience was incredible there was something missing, and inside her I knew it was to do with her pleasure, mine was complete and satiated but yet not, hers was almost, but not quite.
Otherwise our relationship was nigh on as good as we could ever wish for. We just needed that touch of extra spice, nothing more, that was all. Was that so wrong? So we had discussed and agreed, we had planned and we had role played, and here we were. I was dining alone, willingly and happily looking across a restaurant at my wife enjoying a date with another man, and she was laughing, her eyes sparkling, they were clinking champagne glasses and her leg, the silk of her dress sliding back slightly off her stockings as she raised it, her high heels pointed, was rubbing her foot against his leg. I was aroused.
I enjoyed my meal watching them have theirs in a strange haze, a mix of pleasure and longing, I was almost shaking in ecstasy when I saw her move her leg between his thighs and play up in his crotch area, she was loosened up and flirting with this guy more than she had ever done with me, and it really was a turn on to watch. During the whole meal she didn't look directly at me once, until at the end, when the waiter brought the bill, she looked over, pointed at me, and sent the bill to my table. I paid for both their bill and my own as they walked out the front of the restaurant. When I left, they were waiting outside, embroiled in a deep long kiss, her leg raised as in a 40's movie.
"Your car awaits" I said, and opened the back door of my car for them. They climbed in, and I got in the front. I adjusted the rear-view mirror to see them in the back, and before I could start the engine they were already kissing, his hand caressing her breast through the draped silk fabric of her dress. He moved his kissing to her neck, she looked me straight in the eyes in the mirror, and then threw her head back in pleasure, as I saw his hand move down to bring his hand up her dress towards the flesh at the top of her stockings, I could hear her start to moan. Shaking slightly, I pulled out and started driving us all home.
