We were sitting in a small restaurant awaiting the arrival of our order; I held a glass of ice water loosely in one hand as I gazed over the lip of it my eyes fixated by my wife across the table. She wore a peach dress that I would have sworn I had ruined one time when I did the laundry, she knew that I liked the dress on her because of how well it accentuated her breasts, providing just enough of her cleavage for me to lust after without providing so much that it seemed tacky. My eyes were enjoying the view of the tops of her breasts, I was almost certain that she was wearing a specific white lace bra that she preferred with that dress due to the way it held her breasts knowing that it drove me crazy with desire every time that she wore it. I watched fascinated as her breasts rose and fell with each breath that she took, I could hear her voice telling me something but I missed the first few words and had to tear my eyes away and look up while mumbling a weak "hmm?"
She smiled at me, it was a smile that told she knew where my eyes had been, where my mind had been and that she was not altogether displeased with it. She got up from her seat and moved over to my side of the table sitting down next to me. "Maybe if I sit over here your eyes won't wander so much." She told me with a smirk. I felt my cheeks color, feeling as though I was a school kid who had gotten caught trying to sneak a view down the teacher's blouse.
"What were you saying?" I asked her, shaking my head slightly trying to clear the images that seemed to be dancing so quickly before my eyes. She gazed back at me, the soft smile still on her lips as she looked back at me.
"You know, I don't remember now." She said her smile broadening into a brief laugh. She reached towards my glass of ice water and her delicate fingers deftly removed an ice cube from the water. She brought the ice cube to her lips, sucking it slowly into her mouth, her lips glistening with water as the ice melted against the warmth of her mouth. She slowly removed the ice cube from her mouth and traced a lazy circle over the top of her breasts. Her warm skin quickly melting the ice leaving a glistening trail of water on her skin wherever the ice traveled along. After two lazy circles she pulled the ice away from her body, a red wet circle visible where she had rubbed it against the soft heat of her breasts and she dropped the ice cube back into my glass. I stared at her, fixated by her, my mind tumbling at what I had seen always imagining that she would do something like that in the privacy of a house but never imagining that she had the brazenness to do something like that in public. Of course the restaurant was rather deserted and there had not been anybody watching, the logical part of my mind told me that she had probably done a quick glance around the room making sure that no one else would have seen her little show.
"Nice show." I told her with a smile, feeling as though my mouth was dry as I swallowed hard. She smiled the warm disarming smile that she had had since the day I met her a smile that had always fascinated me. She glanced around the room quickly and then her right hand disappeared beneath the table, her warm palm resting on the top of my thigh. Her hand slowly moved upward until she felt my hardness, her smile broadening as the tip of her tongue flicked out to lick her lips in a most erotic fashion that she knew I would notice. Her hand applied steady pressure as it rubbed up and down against me and then her fingers drifted down to cup around my balls through the Dockers that I was wearing. She squeezed them tenderly and then released them letting her hand just rest there against me.
"Well, I got the reaction that I was after." She said with a soft laugh and then leaning towards me in a conspiratorial fashion she whispered in my ear, "I'm just making sure that you are primed and ready for me, I want a nice big load." She said the words in a husky voice knowing that it would drive me crazy and she smiled when she felt a shudder run through my body.
"Only the best for you." I told her trying to sound masculine and sexy at the same time but somehow feeling that I had failed on both counts.
"I want a big thick load from those balls of yours, baby." She told me continuing her conspiratorial whispering in my ear; "I want you to cover my face and titties with it." She added as an afterthought and almost laughed when she felt a new shudder run through my body. I made a mental note to myself to remember to take her out to dinner more often if this is what she was like in a restaurant.
"Oh, you'll have everything you want." I told her finally having some of my confidence return and she smiled a knowing smile to me as she leaned back into the bench seat, her hand returning to the top of the table leaving me with the memory of her teasing and touch.
The rest of the dinner past uneventfully, at least uneventfully as far as I was concerned at that time. My mind had become consumed with the thought of getting her home and ripping that dress off of her body. Devouring every inch of her in an attempt to satisfy the woman whose wantonness had suddenly seemed to jump out of her personality.
We finished the dinner and considered desert but I guess that even she was in something of a rush to get to the house as she passed on the homemade cheesecake that was offered to her. On the way home we stopped off at her parents house to pick up our two small children that had been waiting there for us and as we picked them up I realized why she had insisted on letting her mom watch them for us, otherwise she most certainly would not have been as brazen as she had been.
We got home and I unlocked the door, both the kids charged into the house and the oldest ran immediately to the video shelf selecting a Disney movie that he wanted to watch. I started to tell him no, wanting them both to go to sleep so that I could get my wife alone somewhere and have my way with her, releasing the pressure that she had built up in me with her teasing at the restaurant. Before I could speak, however, she intercepted the movie and taking it from its case told him to go put it in the VCR. She looked over her shoulder with a mischievously teasing smile and I struggled not to feel rejected knowing that she was doing the right thing, after all it was too early for them to go to bed just yet. I kicked my shoes off and wandered over to the couch sitting down on the end that was against the wall as was my custom, folding my feet under me and adjusting a pillow behind my head preparing to watch a movie hoping that it would clear my mind for a couple of hours.
The TV flickered for a moment as the movie started and almost immediately went into preview for other movies. Raylene rounded the corner of the couch carrying my favorite brown blanket in her hands and draped it over me as she sat down beside me.
"That was a good dinner, thank you." She told me and I could feel her head snuggling into my shoulder as she got comfortable for the movie. I never fully understood how she could possibly get comfortable at all against the boniness of my body but she seemed to do it fairly regularly anyhow. I could feel the softness of her silky hair brushing against my neck and cheek, as she seemed to burrow herself into me.
I felt the presence of her hand against my chest under the blanket, her fingers sneaking their way past the buttons of my shirt, her fingers pressing warmly against my skin feeling the sparse hair that I had on my chest as they rubbed up and down slowly a soft sigh escaped from her throat and she seemed relaxed and content which was more than I could have said for myself. Her fingers worked their way back out of my shirt as the previews ended on the TV and the feature presentation began to start. Her fingers walked their way down my shirt even though she seemed to be paying complete attention to the movie that was starting.
Her fingers reached the belt in my pants and moved a little farther down, but in resigning myself to watching the Disney movie I had lost the high state of arousal that she had worked me into earlier that evening at the restaurant.
