Debra returned to her car the next afternoon, trying hard to keep her jacket closed. The women had decided to send her home sans panties and bra. She was tired and sore. Each woman, especially Julie, was a demanding lustful person. They had pushed and prodded every orifice of her body and worked her tongue so well that it hurt to move it.
Debra flashed back, again to the phrase Frank had used; a good type of pain. When she arrived home she took a long, warm bath and went to bed and slept until the next morning.
She did little on Sunday and went to bed before David arrived late that evening. If he wanted to talk, he would awaken her. When he saw her sleeping he decided to wait until they went out the next night. He was beat from the busy weekend and wanted to be fresh for what he hoped to hear.
David woke early on Monday and headed to the gym as was his routine. When he arrived he was surprised to see Frank.
"I thought you were in Vegas."
"I was, but we figured out the glitch in the first ten minutes. I got home last night. How is my slut?" David was irritated by his brashness and answered. "I think she had a quiet weekend. I was in L.A. and you were gone."
Frank was a bit relieved; at least they hadn't spoken yet, or at least not about Julie. "Did she say anything?"
"She wants to talk. We are going to dinner at Straits Cafe, tonight. I think she is going to tell me about you tonight." David smiled, knowing he was getting close to his wish to see her with another man.
"I don't think it is a good idea, David. At least not yet." He paused and looked at the perplexed look on David's face. "Guilt has set in. She may tell you but my guess is she will tell you it isn't going to happen again."
"But, but why? She knows I want it. Why would she stop now?"
"Because my friend, she liked it too much. She is afraid of acting like a complete slut again."
"I don't know. I think I will see what she has to say. Listen, Frank. if she wants it to end, I will have to let her. I, well you know, I don't want that. Not yet any ways. It is up to her. She is my wife for Christ's sake."
"Fair enough. Let me explain a little idea I have. If you don't want to try it, fine."
David felt himself harden as Frank started in on his idea.
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David called Debra at work later in the morning. He told her he was running late so she should meet him at the restaurant. He would have someone from work drop him off so they didn't have two cars. She could drop him off at his job on her way to work on Tuesday.
Julie had spoken to Frank and knew his plan. Three times during the day she made sure the two of them were alone. Julie would talk about the weekend and kiss and touch Debra. She kept putting her on the edge and then would back off.
When Debra arrived at the cafe she found her husband sitting at the bar. She smiled as she remembered how much she loved him. She had wore one of his favorite dresses. A shortish blue shift with a high neck line but a back that dropped down exposing her shoulder blades. David liked it because it advertised she was braless. She had wore some sexy sandals and one of his favorite lace panties.
They kissed and chatted for some time mainly about his trip to Los Angeles and her weekend. This was not the conversation she had talked about. That would come later. Debra felt relaxed just spending time with the man she loved and trusted. The waitress brought another round of drinks and when David said he hadn't ordered them the waitress said they were compliments of the man at the bar.
Debra turned and froze as she saw Frank raise his drink in a silent salute.
"Do you know him?" David asked as he saw the surprised look on her face. For a moment he felt badly about his deceit.
"Yes, yes. He is a patient of mine. Mr. Pearson, I think," she stuttered.
David, to Debra's horror waved for Frank to come over. When he reached the table David introduced himself and thanked him for the drink.
"Please, Mr. Pearson. Sit down with us. It is very nice of you to be so generous."
"Well, only for a minute, but only if you promise to call me Frank. I am to meet my girlfriend in a few minutes. I must say your wife has helped me with an old injury, the least I can do is buy you a drink." He sat next to Debra and made sure his leg nudged hers under the table.
"I so look forward to my sessions and I feel bad I had to cancel last Thursday at the last minute. I am sorry David, you look so familiar. Do we know each other?"
Debra remembered her phone call to David while Frank fingered her. He had asked her if the cancellation was her well endowed client. She hoped he didn't remember. As soon as they made eye contact she knew he did. Somehow Debra was more upset with Frank's mention of his girlfriend.
They spoke for awhile, exchanging what each man did for a living and both praising Debra's therapeutic abilities. David questioned Frank about where they may have met but nothing came of it. Frank's cell rang and he left the table for a more private conversation.
David took the chance to speak, "That is Mr. big cock, isn't it Debra?" He smiled like a kid in a candy store.
"Yes, David it is. Don't get any ideas. He is just a client and I have something important to discuss with you."
Frank returned to say his girlfriend had to cancel. He excused himself and said he needed to call a taxi since he had been dropped off earlier.
"Wait," David's voice interrupted, "Why don't you join us. No reason for you to go hungry and you can get a cab after dinner or we can drop you off. You live in Los Gatos, isn't that what you said. We live in the Santa Cruz mountains. Its on our way."
"If you don't mind. I hate to eat alone," then as if a revelation came to him, "I got it. You work out at the gym in Los Gatos. Early mornings?"
"Yes, do you?" he lied.
"That is it. I've been going for just a few months, but that must be where I have seen you. Maybe we can spot each other sometime."
"Sure. Small world isn't it Debra?" David paused to watch her shake her head in agreement. "I'll go check with the hostess and tell them we need to add Frank to our reservation." He left the two alone.
"Well, slut. It certainly is a small world. Nice husband. Too bad his cock isn't enough for you." He smiled as he saw the guilt show in her face. He knew now was the time to push it. She would show her true colors tonight. He reached across the table and grabbed her wrist. She gave a frightened look but put up no resistance as he placed her hand on his turgid cock.
"Did you miss him, slut?"
"Please, Frank. Don't do this. Not here, not now." She made no effort to move her hand, nor did she caress him.
"Answer the question, Debbie. Did you miss my cock?" With that he clenched his asshole causing his member to move against her hand. "Did you?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
What is wrong with me she wondered? "Yes, I missed your cock Frank."
"And what do you think about when you look at Davey's cock?"
She shuddered at him calling her husband that name, "You cock Frank. Please don't do this."
"When we head for the table, excuse yourself to go to the ladies room. Take off your panties and hand them to me during dinner. I can see you are not wearing a bra."
"Please, Frank. I will do what you want. But not now, not with David..."
He cut her short, "You will do what I want when I want. Now shut up, cunt. Here he comes!"
David thought he saw Debra's hand dart away from Frank's lap but wasn't sure. He told them their table was ready and they went to be seated. At the table Debra excused herself to go to the restroom.
"Well, " David asked. "What do you think?"
"She is primed and ready. She was rubbing my cock like a street hooker," he exaggerated. "Keep to the plan and I think we will be okay."
David was right, he did see her hand in Frank's lap. He felt his cock surge as he thought of her wanton behavior. Debra came to the table and sat across from David and next to Frank. She took her clenched fist and put it in her lap. With the other hand she put her napkin in her lap. As she pretended to straighten the linen she quickly dropped her panties on Frank's lap.
