Mary put the final touches to her hair as she stood in front of the wardrobe mirror. She caught Steve’s reflection in the mirror and smiled. He had watched her get ready. Asked her when she picked up her dress to put on. “Why aren’t you wearing knickers?”
Mary smiled and shook her head. “Mark asked me not to.”
He looked pained, yet, he had an erection. It was something that she knew that she would have to get used to; seeing her husband aroused at the thought of her getting fucked by another man. “Don’t forget to put clean sheets and pillowcases on the bed, Steve,” she told him, adding to his angst.
Her final touch before leaving was to change over her handbag to something lighter to carry and put a spare pair of knickers in it. She was already quite aroused, and she had no idea how wet she might get during the evening.
In the restaurant car park, she reminded him once again about changing the bed before she kissed him. She also groped him, squeezing his bulge, as she thanked him before leaving to join Mark. Steve watched her greet him with a quick kiss before taking his hand. His erection was becoming almost unbearable now.
Mary never turned around to see him drive away; she was too preoccupied. She felt that sense of freedom that Babs had talked about earlier. She understood now. She was out on a date with another man. For the first time in years, she was dating again, and she was aroused by it. There would be sex at the end of it. Yes, she had fucked Mark before, but the circumstances were different now. This wasn’t just a sexual encounter, it was a date, and there was the freedom to love.
They would also sleep together. It wasn’t just going to be sex and then parting, they would fall asleep together. She would wake in the night and find his body beside her, and as she knew from the past, she would have sex again. Men wake with an erection, a Woodie, as it is known colloquially. Mary liked to wake feeling a Woodie pressing into her body. Steve often woke with one, but he was smaller than Mark. He was much bigger and thicker; and when he fucked her, she still felt his presence a long time afterwards.
Inside the restaurant, Alfredo, the owner greeted her with a smile, but the look on his face changed to one of surprise when he saw Mark behind her. Mary introduced him as a family friend. She wasn’t sure if he believed her, but she didn’t care. She ordered her usual Pollo Alla Cacciatorra, and Mark went for a fillet steak. They also shared a bottle of Barola. As the tables close by became vacated their conversation became more intimate. Mark asked her if she was wearing panties and she dropped her spoon on the floor and asked him to pick it for her. She parted her legs as he scrambled around on the floor to retrieve it. His demeanour changed. She asked him if he had an erection and he smiled.
“I’ll take care of that later,” she told him.
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After finishing off their wine, Mary rang Steve and told him that they were ready to be picked up. They waited outside in an alcove for Steve. It was quiet and they kissed, Mark’s hand was busy under the hem of her dress. His fingers penetrated her as they kissed; her hand tightly gripped his bulge, and when Steve pulled round into the car park, he caught them in the headlights.
For Steve, it came as a shock to catch them like that. He knew they were fucking, and he accepted that. Not just accepted, but welcomed having his fantasy made real, but he had not witnessed it. Now, he was seeing it, watching another man with his hand up his wife’s dress, seeing his wife groping another man sexually, while all the time kissing him passionately. It was hard to grasp. When it’s out of sight, it’s out of mind. But he could see it now. What made it worse for him was that they were not hiding what they were doing. Anybody could have come into the car park at that moment and seen them.
Steve dimmed the lights of the car and they pulled apart, but still holding hands, they walked across the car park to his car. They broke away from each other to get into the back seat of the car. She thanked him for collecting them, and as he pulled away, they resumed their kissing. From the rear-view mirror, he saw Mark fondling her breasts before dropping his hand down to her knees. Her legs parted, and Mark’s hand rode up between her thighs to her sex. Steve turned away to concentrate on the road ahead as Mary groaned.
The next time he looked up at the mirror was when Mark groaned; Mary was holding his erection in her hand and was leaning over him, sucking him. The size of it shocked him. It was at least twice the size of his and double the thickness. He understood now, not just her eagerness to have Mark fuck her, but also the reason. He knew it was a lie when it was said that size doesn’t matter. Size does matter to women. He had never known Mary to give his erection the attention that she was giving Mark now. She was kissing, sucking, and licking his erection, as she gripped it tightly, like some prized possession.
At one stage he thought she was going to go the whole way; take him to that point of no return, and gulp down his cum with eagerness, but she stopped, lifted her head, and kissed him. “We’ll soon be home, Mark,” she told him, as she began to ease his erection back into his pants.