Happy in the knowledge that my deliberations had caused me to delay just long enough, I went to greet her at the door. She startled as I opened the door to catch her fumbling with her keys, then broke into a big, wide smile.
"Hi honey!" She took both of her arms, draped them over my shoulder, and kissed me deeply. Now it was my turn to be startled. This was unusually forward for her - granted, we were on our own front steps, which is pretty secluded, but she was normally markedly reserved if there was any chance at all someone could see. I returned her affection as I ushered us inside, closing the door behind. Her hands had moved down to wrap themselves around my waist, and I could smell and taste the wine.
"Hello, my love. You've had some wine tonight, I see." She giggled - OK, so giggling would mean exactly two glasses of wine, then.
"Yessssss", she said, kissing me deeply again. "I had..." another kiss "...some wine..." a third kiss "aaaannnnndddd...." No fourth kiss, just a long stare. A sultry, wicked, knowing smile creased her lips. I waited for her to finish the statement. Apparently, she had no intention of doing so.
"And what, my darling?" She still said nothing, but released me from her hold, stepped back, and began to remove her overcoat, never once breaking eye contact.
"Well" she said, her voice dropping almost to a hush "I have a little story to tell you about tonight". Now it was my turn to smile. I had hoped that she would be in the mood for a little ‘role-playing', and she certainly was. I was just about to ask her about her ‘story', when her coat hit the floor, and I noticed exactly what she was wearing.
I hadn't had a chance to see her before she left (she had rushed out without giving me our normal goodbye kiss), so this was my first look at the outfit du jour: White blouse, knee-length shirt, white hose, 3" heels. Way more formal than anything I'd ever seen her wear to a night out with friends before. But the biggest surprise was what I could just about make out through the mostly opaque top: Yes, there was definitely some sort of lace fabric underneath. I reached out with my hand, placing it on her waist, confirming the results.
"You like? I know how much you absolutely love our little story-time sessions, and I thought this might just add to the whole illusion." Both of my hands were around her now, and as I drew in closer. Peeking down through the top of the shirt, three buttons undone to expose her cleavage, I could finally make out the design: A stretch-lace, pushup bustier with garters - the one that I had purchased for her a week ago. Which meant, of course, that those weren't pantyhose, but stockings. As if reading my mind, she looked down, slid the top of her skirt up just enough to expose the lace tops, then looked back at me. She leaned in, kissed me again, then whispered in my ear "Never forget, this is all for you".
So...now I had two puzzles to unravel.
Having discarded her coat, she stepped back towards me, placing both her hands on my chest. Another quick peck on the lips, then she pushed me back, gently, but firmly enough to force me to sit back on the couch.
Standing before me, she began: "So, to start tonight's little story-time adventure, I have a little confession. First off, I DID meet up with Theresa tonight, but she didn't have any really pressing matters to discuss with me. In fact, I was just using her as an excuse". She picked up the couch pillow leaning against the armrest, dropped it on the floor in front of me, and continued. "Anyway, that part isn't the confession. We had a fun time though, spent a couple hours catching up, had a bit of wine. Maybe a little too much to drive home safely. Now, Theresa assured me she was fine when she left, but I thought I should make other arrangements..." She had hitched up her skirt now, exposing the garters, and....no panties. I was downright uncomfortably hard at this point, pressing against the buttons of my jeans. I started to unbutton them, but she stopped me.
"No, no, no. Let me get that". She knelt on the pillow in front of me.
"Anywayyyyyyyy..." Her hands were at my belt now. "Do you remember my last business trip? The one where you couldn't pick me up from the airport, because you had to work? Well, as it turned out, I had a VERY interesting Uber ride that day." I smiled. Of course I remembered. That trip with the cute Uber driver had inspired a "scenario" that we had used more than a few times.
"So what you DON'T know is, I made sure to get his driver number, just in case I ever needed a ride again. I mean, I figured I might as well make sure it was with a driver I liked." She shot me another wicked grin, as the buttons on my jeans came loose.
"So I checked, and sure enough, he was available. I made sure to sit up in the front with him. You know, just so I could flirt a teeeeeeeensy, tiny bit. I asked if he remembered me, and he smiled and said he did, and he was REALLY hoping to see me again sometime. Once he had the address and we were on our way, I told him I was a bit tired, and asked if he minded if I leaned the seat back a bit. He said ‘no, of course, just make yourself comfortable'. So I reclined the seat, and spread my legs just a little bit...." She had the pants down now, and was slowly pulling down my briefs.
"Of course, this caused the hem of my skirt to slide up just a bit, revealing the tops of my stockings, but I didn't bother to straighten it, since, you know, he thought I should get comfortable and all. I was also feeling a little bit, erm, ‘hot', so I undid a few buttons on my blouse." I was fully at attention now, and she wrapped her fingers around the length of me.
"So we chatted and flirted, well, probably more than just a teensy bit. He kept staring back at me the whole time, and I was getting just a little more brazen. So I kept letting my skirt ride up higher and higher, until I was just about sure he could make out that I wasn't wearing ANYTHING underneath..." With that, she paused to slowly lick up and down the shaft a few times, before continuing.
"So just before we reached the turn into our development, I had him turn left and drive into the park instead. It was becoming pretty obvious to him that we weren't in my neighborhood, so I told him I would LOVE to find a way to thank him for his kindness. I had him pull into the parking lot, as far away from the entrance as possible. Once he had parked, I leaned into him, not speaking, just smiling, holding his gaze as my hand reached his buckle. He seemed shocked and uncertain, but he didn't try to stop me. I licked my lips as the clasp of his belt came undone, then the top button of his pants. I leaned even closer to him as I pulled down on the zipper...." She was kissing the tip of my cock now, smiling as she stared straight into my eyes.
"I could see him moving forward to kiss me, but I slid just slightly left, letting my lips reach his ear at about the same time my fingers began to slide under his briefs. Just as my fingers found the tip of his throbbing cock, I sucked on the lobe of his ear for a brief second, then whispered ‘I want every drop'. I'm guessing this must have turned him on or something, because his hands immediately dropped to his side and he frantically began to push his pants further down...." She kissed the tip again, and swirled her tongue around, slowly tasting a drop of pre-cum.
"But I grabbed his wrists with both my hands, stopping him. After a brief pause, he relented, and my right hand began working its way back to its goal. I eventually wrapped my hand tightly around his base, as I took his still-immobilized left hand, and placed it on the back of my head. He took the hint, and began to push me down. I offered JUST enough resistance to make it a little bit of a challenge for him, chuckling as he pushed harder, then harder still. Finally I let my lips reach the tip of his cock, flicked the tip with my tongue, and parted them...." Her narrative was now matched to her actions, as she began to suck me in. Just the tip - in, then out, a tiny bit deeper each time. She broke off once more to continue.
"I let him set the pace - allowed my red lips to slide back and forth, going deeper each time. Finally I took him all the way in, to the very back of my throat, and stopped - holding him there as deeply as possible, for as long as I possibly could. He GROANED, and eventually I released him, choking just a bit as I gasped for air. ‘Now' I told him. ‘I want all of your cum RIGHT NOW..." She took me in again, sucking as hard as she could, and I was so fucking close to exploding. The only question was whether I could hold off long enough to hear her describe the best part. I pulled her head back. "Did you take it all? Every drop? TELL ME!"
That evil smile was back again. She reached down into her purse, pulled out her cellphone, and handed it to me. "See for yourself". She went back to work, taking me as deeply as she could manage, just like the story. I looked at the phone. For a moment, I was sure this was all still part of her rather elaborate tale. But there on the screen was the image - a side-view of someone who looked a LOT like my wife, winking at the camera as she held another man's cock in her mouth. As many times as I had fantasized about her being naughty with other men, the sight of her lips wrapped firmly around another man's cock just didn't seem real. She pulled back, "There's more" then resumed sucking. I swiped left. In the 2nd shot (and the 3rd, and 4th), it was very definitely her. She was staring at the camera in each, picture after picture. And in the last, a few milky-white drops dripped from the corner of her mouth as she licked her lips. I grabbed her and thrust forward. She choked for a second, then her throat relented and parted, just before I released myself deep, deep into her throat, again, and again, and again.
She held me tightly as she swallowed, surge after surge, until I collapsed, sinking deeply into the couch. Finally, after I was completely limp, she released me, stood up and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. As we reached the bed, she turned to me, about to say something. Before she did, I covered her lips with mine, kissed her as deeply as I ever have, my hands resting on both sides of her face, as my fingers intertwined in her hair.
We kissed for quite a while, before finally breaking the embrace. I smiled and pushed her back, mirroring her actions from before at the couch. As she fell back to the bead, I crouched over her, kissed her head, then her neck, then her ear. I whispered to her "your turn, my love", and began working slowly down towards her breasts. As I began to unbutton the last few buttons on her blouse, she finally spoke.
"Soo...honey, since you seemed to like that SO MUCH, I was thinking..." This brought me up short. I stopped disrobing her, said nothing, but gave her a quizzical smile, waiting for her to finish her thought.
"You know, I could have him here in 10 minutes. I mean, if you were interested." It took a few seconds before I had fully processed what she was asking, but as I did, the thought made me instantly hard again.
"So what do you think?" She looked at me. I looked down, then she followed my gaze. Seeing the effect her question had had on me, she chuckled, reached down to begin massaging my cock, then asked "Is that a yes?"
I reached over to the end table, silently handed her the phone, smiled, then went back to my previous business. There was a brief pause, but as my lips finally found my way down to her wetness, I heard her speak:
"Hey there! He said yes....."
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