Part One
Katy and I had met on an online service and started chatting. Our conversations were easy and comfortable and they rolled effortlessly over several topics: we just clicked. You know that feeling when you start to feel comfortable with someone and there’s no awkwardness. She and I share the same sense of humor and we found ourselves laughing at our own, sometimes silly, jokes and witticisms.
One day we started talking about sex and what we liked and our fantasies. I just mentioned that I like to fuck married women and she asked if it would matter if a husband knew and even watched. I had never considered this as my previous affairs were conducted discreetly. I became intrigued and our chats deepened, and she told me that their marriage lifestyle included threesomes while her husband watched and his cock was chastity caged so he couldn't get an erection. Their last tryst was over nine months ago and she was keen to try a new man.
And so here I am sitting at the end of the bar of this restaurant about to meet my soon-to-become lover and her husband. I was a little nervous as one never knows how these things may turn out. Different scenarios played themselves out in my imagination and as I swirled my Woodford Reserve around in the crystal glass my memories took me back to some of the pictures we shared. Her provocative poses, breasts jutting out, nipples hard with anticipation, red high heels and thighs discreetly closed as if waiting for me to pry them apart.
She never showed her whole face and the most I saw was a full red mouth, lipstick gleaming in the light. My cock had been semi-hard since I walked in and I hoped that I would get to kiss that mouth, suck her nipples, pry her legs apart, and feast on her before taking her completely.
I wondered how it would feel having her husband watch me totally claim his woman; helpless as his little cock floundered in its cage. Katy told me that my cock was much bigger, thicker, and longer than her husband’s and her other lovers. She had told Tom that I would reach untouched places in her pussy. As I shifted my cock into a more comfortable position I noticed a couple walking in. Katy was tall, as tall as her husband and she carried herself proudly and with confidence. Tom, on the other hand, was trailing her and looked timid and lacking his wife’s assertive posture.
As Katy looked around I raised my hand in a wave and I was met with a brilliant smile that seemed to light up the room. God, she was beautiful! Dressed in a tight black skirt that came to just above her knees and showed off her fabulous figure, stockinged legs, and a sheer white blouse, she looked stunning. Tom was dressed in jeans and a dark golf shirt and I couldn't help noticing how different they looked.
Katy came up between the tables to me and as I stood up I saw that she was braless and her breasts were visible through the sheer material. Her nipples looked so hard and tight. I struggled to look up into her eyes and I saw that she noticed my gaze. We embraced and I was lost in her perfume and scent and felt her warm, willing body pressing close to mine as I hugged her.
Katy told, no almost ordered, Tom to get drinks. She reached down to my glass and took a sip and told Tom to get me another Woodford Reserve. “Here’s a woman who knows her bourbon,” I smiled and said softly. As Tom scuttled off she turned to me and we kissed and I could taste the bourbon in her mouth. Briefly, her mouth opened and I felt her tongue softly lick my lips and as I opened my mouth my tongue met hers.
Her mouth was so hot and for a brief instant, my cock twitched. She felt it and pressed and rubbed her mound against the bulge. Pressing her demanding tongue into my mouth she said, “Hmmmm, you feel good.”
My hand cupped her behind and I squeezed. I could feel her hard nipples pressed against my chest and it took all my self-control not to touch them. “Later,” I whispered into her now open mouth.
A server came up to us and told us our table was ready and she led the way. I had specifically requested a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. It was quite full and Katy and I sat next to each other facing the other diners while Tom faced us with his back to them. I noticed Katy’s skirt had risen up and she made no attempt to cover her stockinged thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her occasionally spread her legs and a man sitting a little bit away was watching us and her, getting a good view of her silk-covered legs. “You’re teasing him,” I said. “I am going to claim you as mine” and with that, I placed my hand on her knee. I caressed the soft silky stockinged knee feeling her warmth in the palm of my hand and slowly moved my hand up and down stroking her leg, feeling it firm and toned from her pilates and yoga regimen.
We looked at the menu and decided on what we were going to eat. I deliberately chose something light. Katy chose a fish dish and Tom was told to get a hamburger. While the server was noting down our choices Katy opened her legs and my hand rode up. I saw him look down and hesitate - her silk-covered thighs were on display and my hand reached the top of her lacy stockings and touched her soft bare skin - just inches away from her panties. I wondered if he could see them from his vantage point.
Then Katy suddenly closed her legs, trapping my hand in those warm soft thighs and the server got the message. He struggled to get the orders down and reluctantly left to place the orders with the kitchen. I smiled and looked at the diner who was watching the whole time. By now his wife had noticed what he was looking at and was talking to him sternly.
“Tom, why don't you tell John how you prepared me for tonight.” Her voice rang out at the precise moment that the music stopped briefly and a lull occurred in the ambient conversation. The tables closest to us most definitely heard as did some of the other tables a little further away. I smiled and Katy and I looked at each other, eyes raised and barely containing our laughter. Heads turned to look at us, some openly, some trying to hide the fact.