It was that time of the year when the world celebrated the end of one year and heralded the beginning of a new one. I was putting the final touches on the food in preparation for the night in the kitchen while she was getting ready for the evening. This was going to be a different night than any that either of us had ever experienced. We only invited one guest, but that in itself was nothing special. What was special was what we had planned for the night.
We'd met him a few months ago, and he was coming to spend the last evening of the year with us. Truth be told, we never met him in the flesh but spent a lot of time texting and video-calling each other. We met him on one of those dating sites and felt a connection from day one. We both liked him and agreed he was the one if it was ever going to happen. I thought, he should be here soon, and he did not disappoint as I heard a car pulling up on the gravel driveway and saw headlights flashing through the curtains of the window.
Not long after, I heard his knock on the door, so I let him in. We chatted in the kitchen for a while before taking the plates into the living room, where we had set up for the night. He was an average-looking guy, about my physical size but half my age. My wife was a couple of years younger than me, still in her prime, a gorgeous woman in my eyes. Like old mates, we sat in the armchairs talking sports and politics while we sipped on our wines. In the background, the fire was roaring and crackling in the furnace when we heard her heels on the parquet. We looked towards the door just as she walked through it.
My jaw dropped for she was stunning, and Billy was just as speechless by her sight as I was. I had never seen the dress she was wearing. A beautiful, shimmering, silver evening dress that came down to her mid-thigh. It reminded me of the dresses women wore in clubs during the Charleston era. Nor had I seen the extremely high black stilettos she had on her feet, accentuating her shapely legs. She walked to him as he stood up in admiration of her.
"You... are... so... beautiful," he stuttered briefly.
"Thank you," she said, and she softly kissed him on his lips.
She walked to me and kissed me on my lips too, lingering for a while, then sat down on the sofa and patted it next to her.
"Come sit next to me, Billy," she said.
As he did, I took a glass, filled it with wine and handed it to her. We chatted, drank and nibbled on the finger food we had prepared earlier for the evening. The conversation was light, with nothing to indicate what had been planned for the night. We heard my phone ringing. I excused myself and went to the kitchen to fetch it. I turned the alarm off that I had set earlier and told them I had to take the call pocking my head through the door. This was the signal for her, telling her I was fine to go ahead with our plan. I waited in the kitchen for almost ten minutes. I was nervous, and my heart raced wondering if everything was going according to plan.
I quietly returned to the living room and was not disappointed. I sat down in the armchair, silently watching the two of them. Her arms were around his neck, and their lips melted into each other as they passionately kissed. I noticed his hand softly caressing her stocking-covered thigh, his fingertips touching the buckles of her suspenders. Her skirt was pushed up high enough to expose her stocking top and the creamy white skin of her thigh.
I felt a stir in my groin and a twitch of my cock in my pants. Watching the two of them turned me on. I sat back, sipped on my wine and watched them making out. This was the moment that culminated in years, even decades of fantasies we had had. It took us a very long time to get to this point in our lives but now we were ready to break all boundaries and make our fantasies come true. Most couples never broke the barrier, but we were on our way to doing so. She eventually broke the kiss and smiled at me, her arms still around his neck and his hand on her thigh.
"I did not hear you coming back, Babe," she said.
"I did not want to interrupt you, the sight of you was so erotic."
"So, you liked watching us making out?"
"Yes, I did."
"Good, because I have plans for more to come," she said as she reached for her glass and took a sip of her wine.
"I think we are going to have a great night," I said.
"What do you think, Billy?" she asked.
"I think so, too," he said.
"Do you still want me now that you have seen me in the flesh, felt my lips in yours, and our tongues explored each other?"
"Oh, yes, I do. I want you more now than I've ever wanted you."
"Doesn't it bother you I am almost twice your age?"
"No, not at all. You are a hot sexy Milf."
"Milf?"
I knew what he meant, and I was a bit surprised she did not know or acted like she did not know what it meant. We had never used the term in our conversations, at least I could not recall it.
"Mother I'd like to fuck," he said.
"What? Is that what you want me to be?"
"No, no... it means a sexually attractive woman who either has children or is in her middle age."
"Which thought turns you on, Billy?"
"I am attracted to sexually attractive women in their middle ages."
