This is the third and final chapter regarding my relationship with Wendy. After this chapter I'd rather not discuss what happened in the following months because I am still living with her very blissfully.
For those of you who have followed my story, you will recall that a young woman, Sally, was seduced by my friend and that Wendy and I heard them fucking when we were in bed the first time. Well, it turns out that Sally is Wendy's daughter from her first marriage and unbeknownst to Wendy, I have had a bit of a fling with Sally in the past few months – I'd be prepared to tell you that story at a later time if you are interested.
Wendy rang me a few times during the week after our second night. I was being very careful not to ring her – I didn't want to seem overly keen. She said that she had arranged for us to go to the best restaurant in town on Friday night – could I be ready for her to pick me up, dressed for the restaurant and with a small bag of clothes and toiletries for the week-end. She did add that I wouldn't need many clothes since I'd be naked most of the week-end.
When I opened the door Friday night she looked absolutely gorgeous. She obviously had had a facial, hairdo, manicure and bought a new dress. She was wearing a pearl necklace and had some spectacular diamond rings on her fingers. The dress was black - it accentuated her tall slender build and contrasted with her blonde hair.
As she drove to the restaurant she just talked and talked – she was obviously very excited to see me. The head waiter escorted us to a great table and Wendy said to him as we sat down ...
"Gustav, we're in a bit of a hurry; could you please get us a bottle of Moet. We'll both have the lobster and for dessert we'll have lemon sorbet." She then discretely handed him a $50 tip.
Wendy looked me directly in the eyes and said ...
"Michael, you make me feel so young, you've re-energized me. At work I think about you all the time – I just can't get you out of my mind."
Gustav arrived and poured us each a glass of Moet – Wendy and I touched glasses and she said ... "Here's to us."
The Moet tasted great and was soon going to my head. As Wendy chatted, I was looking at her lips and imagining that I'd soon have my cock between them sliding in and out of her mouth. She seemed to have this art of talking non-stop. I was doing my best to converse with her but it occurred to me that maybe oral sex was the only way of shutting her up – even Wendy would find it difficult to talk with a mouthful of cock.
The lobster was exquisite. Although Wendy kept talking, I was fixated by her cleavage. The expensive dress had obviously been designed to give a tantalizing suggestion of her breasts without being slutty. The pearls around her neck reminded me of thick cords of cum splattered between her tits and up her neck.
