It was now early Sunday afternoon the day after my first sexual encounter with another man since my marriage to Doug. I was alone in my thoughts, lounging at our pool, reliving the intimacy I had with Frank the night before. My husband was out doing errands and picking up our two boys whom we had left with my mother the night before.
Wild thoughts were rushing through my mind. What was I doing? Should I go out with another man even if my husband allowed it? Will Russ call to confirm our date for this weekend? Will it lead to sex?
The moistness in my swimsuit bottoms told me the answer. Yes, I knew what I was doing, and yes, I wanted to go out with Russ, and yes, I hoped it would lead to sex. My body was on fire. I jumped into the pool to cool off both sexually and physically.
Still I had to be open with my husband and dreaded the conversation I needed to have. After dinner that evening we both were sitting by the pool. I was ready to open up to him.
I casually turned to him and said, "Doug, can we talk?"
"Sure, we need to clear the air," he said.
"I want to apologize for the abrupt way I told you about me having dinner with Russ on Saturday night," I said. "I'm still going out with him, but I wanted to let you know I should have been more sensitive to your feelings."
"I see, so you think that's all you need to do is say your sorry and its okay?" Doug pointed out. "You just get through fucking my friend, Frank, and now you want to go out with another man inside of a week?"
Here was my usually calm husband trying to be dominant with me. He put the idea in my head to start with.
"As a voyeur cuckold hubby, I know this is what you want," I said as I got up, smiled and sat on his lap. Looking at him in the eye, my hand wandered down his lap grabbing his crotch. Slowly taking my husband's hand, I placed it between my legs, "Seriously you want to see this hot pussy with another man, don't you?"
I knew I had my loving hubby right where I wanted him. I got up off the lounge chair, taking his hand in mine. I walked him into our bedroom. In my mind, I knew Doug was aroused and when I stripped down to my bra and panties his hardened cock sprung to attention. He watched as I stripped down unhooking my bra and removing my panties. I saw pre-cum form on his cock tip. It was only minutes before my hubby ejaculated, this time on my belly, even before he could put it inside me. I was disappointed, but I came to realize this was an almost everyday occurrence when we made love.
As his cock softened in my hand, I glanced over to him and said, "You see, dear, I need more from a lover, much more than you can give me." He nodded in agreement.
Yes, I am a manipulative woman, but I convinced my husband at that moment if he wanted to keep me, I needed more. I kissed him goodnight and fell off to sleep.
The rest of the week was uneventful except for anticipating a call from Russ on Thursday. The incoming call number told me Russ was calling as I coyly answered my cell. Talking to him I remembered how charming this man was. He was more cute than handsome, a totally different look than Frank who was rugged and tall. Russ stood at 5'9", very fit with long blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes.
I asked where we were going on Saturday and he said a restaurant that had opened a few months ago on the beach. They had dancing and he hoped that I liked seafood because it was about the best he ever tasted.
"Oh, is that where you take all your women?" I questioned.
"Just the special ones, you know ones with gorgeous legs!" he responded with the cute chuckle I loved hearing.
We talked for over an hour, touching on many different areas. I fully expected he was into talking about himself, but the conversation turned in my direction. He sounded interested and wanted to know more about me. He asked about my sons, their ages, which sports or social activities they were into. He listened to me ramble on about how I love to shop, walk the beach and how well I knew the local sports teams.
Finally he asked. "So, shall we meet at the restaurant say around eight?"
"Well, if it's a date, you're picking me up at my house aren't you?" I said.
He asked if I was kidding and I told him, "No, my husband will be gone and the kids will be at my mother's."
"Now, what time are you picking me up?" I curiously asked again.
"How's 7:30? We have reservations at eight?" he said.
"Perfect, I'll look forward to it. Bye, Russ," I said as I hung up the phone. Oh, how I wanted it to be Saturday night right then and there. I was so turned on by just the thought of being with him that I wet my panties.
As Saturday approached, my husband had a late morning golf date with clients. Knowing he would be gone for hours, I took this time to primp for my upcoming date. I took a long, hot soak in the tub and shaving my legs, underarms and delicately trimming my pussy. I toweled off and dried my hair. I slipped on a cotton pair of bikinis, grabbed my robe, put it on and walked downstairs. I opened a bottle of wine, poured it into a glass and read my newest novel, waiting patiently for Doug to come home.
The boys came in from playing about the same time my husband arrived. I told them take a shower while I ordered pizza. After they ate, I sat down with Doug and we discussed how the evening would play out. He was to take the boys to my mother's at 6:30 so that they would be gone, giving me an hour to get ready. Russ was picking me up at 7:30, so, by the time Doug got back home, I would be gone. I kissed Doug goodbye, giving him a sly wink in the process.
As I watched Doug and the kids drive away, my heart started to beat faster. I choose a white sundress which gathered at the waist, with pink and blue flowers accenting the bodice. I removed my robe and cotton panties, picking out a white lace string bikini. I could feel my freshly trimmed pussy tighten as I pulled it up to my waist. The bra was semi-sheer, with a blue bows on the straps. I slowly put my arms into it and attached the hook in back and adjusted my breasts into the cups. I inspected myself in the mirror and liked what I saw.
Carefully applying my make-up, trying to look hot but still classy, I gently sprayed perfume on the base of my neck, my wrists and finally my panties. I eased the sundress over my head, smoothing it over my body and zipped it in back. My hair was down over my shoulders, the exact same way as when I met Russ. The finishing touches were gold hoop earrings, one single gold bracelet and a diamond necklace.
My heart skipped a beat as the doorbell rang. I quickly put on my heels and walked gingerly down the stairs to await my fate. I opened the door and Russ was holding one red rose in his hand. "This is for you my dear, with my compliments," as he gave me a wink.
Thanking him, I opened the door to let him in. As we walked into the kitchen, I said, "Let me put this in water," placing it into the vase I took from the cupboard.
"I'm having some wine. Would you like some?" I asked Russ.
"I guess we have time for quickie or a drink two," he grinned.
I shook my head and scolded him "Naughty boy! I guess I have to watch what I say around you."
As I poured the wine, I felt liked a young school girl on a first date. I could feel my body quiver as he undressed me with his lustful blue eyes. I wondered if he could faintly see my string bikini panties and somewhat sheer bra underneath my light summer dress. Was this to be the making of a night to remember? I hoped it would.
Walking out the door, I could feel my neighbors staring as I got into his Jaguar. The early evening air was warm and I felt sexier than ever. I had a cute man taking me out, but in the back of my mind I kept wondering if this was right and what was going to happen when we get home. Oh, well, that was still awhile off, not to worry,I thought.
We arrived at the restaurant and the hostess seated us in the only booth that was open. It was one-sided with a table, so the only way to sit was next to each other. I figured Russ planned this so he could be close to me and I liked his take charge approach. Our table faced the window, as we watched the sun slowly disappear over the Gulf. Oh god, this man was romantic. He was charming the panties off me.
Watching the sun set, I became mesmerized by his charm. The local custom is to kiss your partner when the sun disappears from the horizon. Russ took that opportunity, looked into my eyes and kissed me for the first time. As his lips touched mine, I could feel the electricity surging though my body. It only took one kiss from this man to realize I wanted more.
After dinner, we danced to the music our bodies together as one. Every so often, Russ would glance at me with that sexy smile and kiss my lips. My nipples became so hard, I thought they were going to burst through my sheer bra. Needless to say, my lace panties were dripping wet with my juices, too.
As we returned to the table, Russ whispered in my ear, "Let's go back to my place.