Part IV -- The Next Step Moving Forward
It had been months since Amber visited. We stayed in contact with her through social media and she'd talk to Leslie every now and again on the phone. Our relationship was just as strong as ever. Things with Dan and Maria had escalated further; we had our first full swap that very next weekend and several more since. Everything was perfect.
One Friday night, just like many others, we went out to dinner at the hibachi place around the corner. We ended up seated with two other couples, your run of the mill middle-aged couple, and a couple of youngsters who looked like they were on a first date.
He was big and impressive. Muscular, athletic, tall dark and handsome. She was a stunner. Tall, thin, long straight blonde hair and a movie star smile. They were incredibly flirty, but obviously nervous. She twirled her hair and laughed at everything he said and he awkwardly put his arm around her chair, finally touching her back as the checks came.
"I miss that."
Leslie sighed as we piled in the car.
"I can't remember the last time I went on a date."
"Uh, babe, we do date nights like three times a month."
"No Tim, I get it, Dan and I do date nights too, but it's not the same. There's something fun and exciting that just can't be replicated once you've been with someone a while."
Maria had a point. That sort of excitement was one of the driving factors in our sexcapades. When we first started swinging together, that nervous energy was infatuating. Leslie and I had discussed it many times, but I never really considered it as that 'first date' feeling.
The next evening, we sat on their balcony, sipping drinks and talking about nothing.
"I got an idea last night and Dan thought it sounded fun."
Dan and Maria always had great ideas, particularly Maria.
"Let's go on dates! Dan will take you out Leslie, and Tim, you'll take me out."
A nervous excitement filled the air. Even though we all knew each other so well, it immediately felt like this was a major step. We had all had sex with each other -- kissed, sucked, fucked, you name it. This was different though. This was intimate.
Now it wasn't just sex. It was romance. Albeit, we all agreed it was a faux-romance. Nobody wanted feelings to be for real, just to once again experience those nervous jitters and awkward moments everyone has on first dates.
We all agreed on a plan deciding it would make it feel even more real by skipping the sex for the night and abstaining from our partners until after our dates. The couples would plan dates for the other lady and we'd kick things off 8pm the following Saturday; ending the date and returning home by midnight. Nothing fancy, no big elaborate gestures, just a nice first date like we all had in our younger years.
Leslie went pretty vanilla with her plan, but had every moment mapped out. I was to pick up Maria and take her to dinner at her favorite steakhouse. I had to be the perfect gentleman. Opening and holding doors, pulling out her seat, and not lay a finger on her until after dinner. On the way out the door, I was to graze her hand with mine then hold her hand on the way to the car, again holding it as we drove to mini-golf.
While at mini-golf, I was to sneak touches where I could, without being too handsy. "I want you to BARELY touch her every time." Touch the small of her back, help her with her swing without rubbing your dick on her ass. "Tease, tease, tease."
After golfing, I was to take her to a bar, get some drinks, and loosen up a little. Flirt hard, touch her more deliberately while being, "a fucking gentleman, Tim." With a few drinks in us, I was to take her home, give her a passionate kiss after a minute or two of awkward goodbyes, then jump in the car and be home by our deadline. I'd come back home to Leslie and we'd ravage each other all night long, capitalizing on the evening's energy.
Leslie was abuzz while getting ready that night. Her spirit was infectious. She worked on her hair and makeup for more than an hour. She picked out my outfit -- my favorite jeans, a button up shirt that "makes you look buff." She barely squeezed herself into her jeans, falling back onto the bed as she finally got them over her big sexy booty. She wore a silky white sleeveless blouse with lace across the shoulders. Her tits were snug under the fabric as her push-up bra gave a glimpse of cleavage through the lacey neckline. My wife is HOT.
I gave her a little kiss as I went out the door, wishing her luck on her 'first date.' I will admit it, I never felt like this whole thing was going to be as real as it started to feel. This was for the girls. It was meant to give them 'the feels,' not for us guys.
I felt a tinge of nerves as I pressed the doorbell and waited impatiently.
Maria looked incredible. She was always beautiful, but she rarely went out of her way to doll herself up. She was definitely taking this seriously.
Her long black hair hung like silk curtains framing her pretty face. Her dark eyes sparkled; she was in full makeup. Not just a little eyeliner like usual. She had purple eyeshadow, thick black eyeliner, a pink/purple lip gloss with maybe a little blush on her cheeks. The whole nine yards.
"Wow... beautiful. Ready to go?"
I had to force my eyes from her face as I looked to take her all in.
She was wearing a black, light weight cotton top with a deep plunging neckline and an open back that flowed with her every movement. It fell lightly over her perky braless tits, highlighting her hard nipples. Her skin tight jeans accentuated what little bit of curves she had, but made her cute little ass look nice and bubbly. For the first time ever, she was wearing a pair of heels -- nothing extreme, just enough to underscore her legs and ass.
I could smell her sweet perfume as she walked past me towards the parking lot. I skipped ahead and opened the door for her, just as my wife had instructed. I could feel my heartrate increase as I sat down in my leather seats, looking over at my beautiful date, ready to begin the night.
