David Richardson was not prepared for what greeted him when he rang the door bell that night at his own home. His wife of 20 years had promised him an anniversary he would never forget, but he could have never in his wildest dreams imagined what he found. Dave, as he is called by friends, just looked at the figure that held the door. It was his wife, Della, dressed as a French Maid leaving little to the imagination. Right beside her was their two daughters. Amy was oldest at 19 and Allie was 18. The two girls were dressed to go out. Both wanted to kiss dad on the cheek and tell him to have a great time. Amy winked and whispered they were taking Della's car and a credit card, so they would be spending the night out. With that the raced by him and were gone.
Dave stepped in and allowed Della to lead him to the den. His wife called him Mr. Richardson and explained his date would be down in a moment. Ms Harmon had not completed her dressing but was anxious to meet him, he was told. Della asked, still addressing him as Mr. Richardson, if he would like a drink.
Dave thought, 'yes' a Double Scotch on the Rocks was in order. Della made a small curtsy then turned to the bar to make his drink. When she served Dave, Della offered him a seat on the sofa and excused herself to check on Ms. Harmon.
Left alone Dave wondered what this was about. Who was Ms. Harmon? He had been asked to dress for a formal date, leave the house, calling back in an hour for his date. At the time Dave thought his wife would dress and greet him at the door. Well his wife Della did dress, but in a maids uniform. There he sat in his own home while a person called Ms Harmon was dressing to be his date. Dave was a little set back but felt he would let his wife have her way for a little while longer.
A few minutes later the maid reappeared and assured Dave, Ms Harmon would be out in five minutes. He asked Della what was going on. To that she replied that she was merely Adams. Dave smiled recognizing Adams was Della's maiden name. After refreshing his drink Adams excused herself to check on the meal.
In a minute a woman walked into the room extending her hand to Dave. "Hello David Richardson, I am Sonya Harmon, your date for the evening and maybe the weekend if you so wish."
Dave took her hand and squeezed it a little then released it. When he did Sonya stepped into hug him and stand on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Dave smelled her perfume and recognized it as the favorite of his wife. As Sonya stepped back she turned around slowly to let him take a full look at her.
"David, may I call you Dave?"
"Well yes, by all means, and I will call you Sonya."
"We are getting along well Dave. I hope you like what you see. I did my best with what I could find." Sonya smiled waiting for his reply.
Dave liked what he saw. Sonya was wearing a dress from his wife's closet, but she filled it a little better. Sonya was an inch taller and had a few more pounds on her than Della did, however they were all in the right places. Sonya had 38" breasts and 36" hips but the same 26" waist as Della. That made the material hug her body and show she was not wearing panties or a bra for that matter. The dress was a pale blue and it accented Sonya's deep blue eyes. She wore a pearl choker and a wedding ring, a wedding ring that could have been removed from Della's finger. Sonya's blond hair was up on her head and her makeup was well applied. Heels and hose added to her formal look. All in all, the woman was very appealing.
Since Dave had not spoken Sonya asked again, "You do approve of me, don't you Dave?"
"Yes, I am very impressed, I must say."
With that Sonya stepped in and took Dave's arm letting it press against her breast. "I am so glad you approve. I was afraid for a moment that you didn't want to continue our date. You see I have heard all about you and was anxious to meet you. Anxious to meet and please you, Dave. I want you to remember this anniversary forever!"
It was then Della reappeared. Dave looked at her again. She was in a short black dress with a low cut top that just barely covered her nipples. The skirt was held out by white ruffled petticoats that just barely came to the bottom of her ass. As she walked Dave caught the glimpse of a thong framed by a black garter belt. The hose were black with a seam up the back. On Della's feet were 6" heels. The outfit was accented with a white apron and a white cap.
"Ma'am, dinner is ready if you and your guest would care to dine now."
"Is the wine in place Adams?"
"Yes Ma'am and the table is set as you requested."
"Shall we dine Dave? I hope this new girl Adams can cook. You know it's hard to find good help these days."
With that the three went into the dining room. It was set for a candle lit dinner. The dining table was gone and in its place as a small round table with just two chairs. Dave held the chair for Sonya and then looked at his wife. The maid, now called Adams, cast her eyes down rather than look her husband in the eye.
With them seated, Adams began the first course. When she was not serving Adams stood by the kitchen door. This put her behind Dave but in full view of Sonya. Dave seemed to be most interested in his date and paid little attention to the woman dressed as the maid. In truth Dave thought that Della had hired him a prostitute for the night. It had anyways been a fantasy of his to have another woman in his marriage bed while his wife only watched.
The meal took two hours and the conversation pleasant. Dave felt Sonya's foot rub his leg more than once during the dinner. Finally the meal complete, Sonya told Adams that she and her date would take coffee in the den.
"Yes Ma'am," was all that the maid said.
In the den Sonya sat Dave on the couch as she began some 'mood music' on the CD player. She also hit the gas fire logs and dimmed the lights before she took her place beside her date. By the time she got comfortable Adams were setting the coffee service tray on the table. Sonya directed the maid how to serve the coffee then dismissed her.
"Dave why don't you take off your coat and tie, I want you to be comfortable." Sonya said in a throaty voice.
Dave stood and as he did Sonya called for the maid to take his coat and tie and hang them in the closet. "I am sure Dave won't need them till morning." Adams just looked at the floor and answered with a 'yes ma'am' that had become her standard reply.
Sonya sat beside Dave and kicked off her heels. She was soon curled up beside Dave with her arms wrapped around him. She made sure with each opportunity she rubbed her breasts on his arm. Sonya whispered in his ear and did all the things she could to convey she was in a sexual mood. Soon they were kissing and Dave's hands were roaming over Sonya's dress covered body.
Sonya whispered that she had had to borrow the dress and couldn't find a pair of panties that would fit, so she was without. Dave took the hint and let his hands run up under the dress between Sonya's warm thighs. As his hand met her upper thigh, she parted her legs as far as she could to allow him access.
After a few more deep kisses Sonya invited Dave to dance. Gently the two swayed to the music in a tight embrace. Sonya felt the hard sex of Dave pressing into her stomach as they danced. It was more than dancing; they were in musical foreplay. Sonya smiled knowing the pill she had slipped Dave was working.
After an hour of rubbing and exploring the others bodies Sonya pulled away from Dave. "I need a rest. You are wearing me out."
Dave felt the date was about to end and he would be left aroused for Della. He was again surprised.
"Adams!" Sonya called.
It took only seconds, as if Della was just outside the door. "Yes Ma'am."
"Adams, go and turn the bed down for us. Lay out my dressing gown and a robe for Dave. I want wine and fruit set by the bed. Light the candles and come tell us when all is complete. I know Dave is ready for bed and I'm ready to join him."
