(Author's note. Read parts 1-4 first to get the full effect. Sung Hee is based upon a very real woman in southern CA.)
Driving home I felt the dildo slip a bit and I felt what seemed to be a torrent of wetness inside the latex underwear. The undies were probably swimming with Mr. Johnson's cum. I could smell it and wondered if the scent would linger in my car.
I quickly unlocked the door. “Girls? Are you home?”
“Yes Mom!” I heard them reply from upstairs.
“What are you doing?” I yelled.
“We’re watching Mary Poppins.”
“OK. Is it OK if you have pizza tonight? I have to leave soon to go to a meeting.”
“Yayyyy! Can we order one pepperoni pizza and one ham and pineapple? OK Mom?
“OK. I’ll take care of it” and I ran to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes until I was naked and the vinyl panties with their built-in dildo (quickly becoming my very good friend) were in the tub. I ran a shower and stepped in. The water was hot and it relaxed me.
As I wetted my hair and let the water run over my anxious body, I thought of Rick. I imagined what his athletic body would look like. I fondled my breasts and squeezed my nipples. Rick would take full advantage of me if he would only let go a little. Wasn't he able to be tempted at all?
My own perky breasts were turning me on. I ran my hands down my flat stomach toward my cum-soaked cunt. I just wanted to touch my clit once. Only once. It wouldn't make me cum; I just needed a jolt.
My head jerked to attention when I heard one of the girls through the door. “Mom, did you order the pizzas?”
“I will darling as soon as I finish taking my shower!” I yelled through the door.
Dammit. I wanted just one tingle but there was not time. I soaped my body up quickly to rid myself of Johnson’s cum, rinsed, turned off the shower, dried and grabbed my robe. I ordered the pizzas then called my husband to tell him that I had a meeting that evening with my boss who was going out of town. Would it be OK if he had pizza with the girls tonight? He said no problem and that he would like to have pizza with the girls. He had not spent much time with them lately and he welcomed the opportunity to spend some time with just them. It reminded me of what a good guy he was most of the time. And he was a good dad to the girls too. I told him I didn’t think I would be too late but if it did turn into a long meeting, not to wait up for me. He told me that he hoped the meeting would go well and that I wouldn’t be out too late.
After speaking to him I walked into my closet to inspect my wardrobe. What should I wear tonight? Le Canard is a sophisticated French restaurant. I couldn’t wear anything that looked too slutty. Oh my God! It struck me that I might see someone that I knew there. Shit! Well, I did tell hubby that I was meeting my boss, I had just left out the French restaurant part. Well, I’ll cross that bridge later if I need to.
I decided on a white tight fitting dress that showed off my fit, trim and athletic body. I don’t have a lot up top but this dress accentuated what I do have. The skirt is short also, about halfway up my thighs and I could show off my shapely toned legs. I spent many hours at the gym to get that definition, so may as well flaunt them. I finished off the ensemble with some white stacked shoes with four inch platform heels. Not too high to be outrageous but high enough to be sexy.
I looked at myself in the mirror. If I said so myself, I looked pretty hot. I felt my nipples begin to stiffen up beneath the dress and watched as they poked and dimpled the fabric of my dress. That ought to get Rick’s attention, I thought.
A couple dabs of perfume on either side of my neck and one between my breasts. I walked down to the girls’ room to kiss them and say goodnight.
“Wow, Mom! You’re looking nice tonight! Are you meeting Dad later?”
“Well thank you girls, and no, I’m not meeting Dad tonight. Are you saying that Mommy cannot get dressed up without meeting Daddy?”
“No, we didn’t mean that, Mom, but you sure do look pretty tonight.”
“You girls be good and take care of your Dad tonight.”
“OK Mom. You too."
My heart sank a little with that remark. I wanted to be anything but good tonight. Fuck! I kissed the girls, left the house and drove to Le Canard.
I arrived at 6:55pm and the valet parked my car. The quick walk over the sidewalk into the café was chilly and I felt my nipples standing out erect. The temperature inside the restaurant was also cool and my nipples were high, hard and prominent. I felt my face flush. My dress left very little to the imagination.
The maître’d greeted me and his eyes went straight to the two large bumps on my dress at the end of my tits. I guess I was that noticeable. “Mademoiselle Sung Hee?” he asked.
“Oui.”
“Monsieur Rick is waiting for you.”
The restaurant was nearly full and walking in the 4" platforms didn't make it easy to keep my breasts from bouncing at attention.
I tried not to make eye contact, but I could feel all eyes on my nipples. I imagined what the women would be saying, shit-talking me to their men, glaring at me over their water glasses. I put them out of my mind. I made eye contact with a man. His eyes couldn't be pried from my tits. He smiled and nodded. I decided to put the women out of my mind and focus on the men. They appreciated my situation and were enjoying my body. That's what this was all about after all. There in a back corner table was Rick.
Rick stood up. "Good evening my pet!" Rick kissed my forehead and smiled into my eyes, "All cleaned up?"
"Yes, Sir."
“You look beautiful, Sung Hee. That’s a lovely dress, and it suits you very well. It’s an excellent choice.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead again. I wished he would take me in his arms and fuck me! "Sung Hee, I have something for you." Rick reached down beside him and produced a large flat box about three inches wide and almost a foot long. He handed it to me and gestured that I should open it.
Inside was a black leather slave collar with the words “Sung Hee” in white and a one inch O ring in the middle. "Oh fuck!” I thought to myself. How did he know? I had had a secret fascination with slave collars for years after I had read some of the Gor stories, but I had never worn one. I looked over at Rick, my mind searching for the right words.
"Do you like it?" Rick smiled at me, picked it up and showed me.
"Yes, Sir, very much, Sir." I lifted my hair up in the back so he could place the collar around my neck and buckle it. The leather felt cool at first around my neck.