“I don’t think you’d disappoint her if you were wearing a boiler suit.”
She flashed me an appreciative smile as she drove us home. “If I don’t make the effort, she won’t want to see me again,” she said, and it impressed me that Ana was admitting to liking Ellie now, perhaps more than just as friends.
“You’re worried she might not want to see you any more?”
She looked at me, startled a little, then gave an awkward little smile, “I guess I am, huh. She’s nice, she’s pretty. She doesn’t have to hang out with someone like me.”
“She’s interested in you -- that much is clear,” I said. “She’s been pursuing you.”
“Well, maybe if I’m not careful she’ll start thinking I’m not worth any more of her time.”
“I doubt it.”
“And anyway, I don’t want to be the plain one when we’re sat at a table having dinner together.”
I laughed at that.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said. “You wouldn’t be the plain one having dinner with Giselle.”
*
And then after a long while waiting for Ana to shower and then to be suitably happy with her make-up and the final shape of her outfit, I couldn’t believe it was time for her first date with Ellie.
This whole thing had changed from a simple dinner between two collaborating colleagues to the first proper date Ana had had in ages. And I was as excited as she was about it, it seemed -- though I had to contain my excitement.
All I could do was look on, as she gave a final check in the mirror to ensure everything was in the right place, and then I had to let her go. She did look sensational in a stunning backless regal blue dress that seemed so short on her thighs it took the breath away. If she was dating a guy, I would probably have been absolutely terrified seeing her walking out of our front door wearing something like that.
As it was, I was quietly hopeful.
6
I don’t know how late it was. I’d fallen asleep hoping she’d stay out with Ellie as long as possible into the night, because the longer the two of them stayed out, the more successful the date had to be, in my eyes.
I think I must have woken to hear her come into the bedroom, so it wasn’t a huge jolt of surprise to feel her come to bed. Subconsciously expecting her to simply lay beside me and collapse into sleep, so I could descend once more back into the depths of slumber, what did surprise me was to feel her crawling her way up my body as I lay there.
“Hmmph?”
It took me a few moments to emerge from sleep as she moved over me, and as I did so I registered that it had to be Ana, and that she had to be back from her date. Perhaps she was even horny after either getting somewhere interesting with Ellie, or getting close to somewhere.
But Ana kept moving up my body, and when my eyes finally flickered open to dispel the last few clouds of sleep, I found the unexpected delight of my wife kneeling over my face, her thighs framing my vision, her beautiful pussy looming just inches from my mouth.
“Hey,” she smiled down at me, and brushed her long dark hair back out of her face as she gazed down on me.
“Hey yourself.”
Every breath I took was now filled with the earthy musk of her arousal. It was exhilarating; I couldn’t even wait for questions about how her date had gone. I put my hands up to reach for her thighs, encouraging her to sink down onto my mouth.
She touched down gently, and I allowed myself a small taste of her soaking pussy before letting out a moan of pleasure. My Ana had been out on an adventure, and she had come back to me. I loved that she came back demanding my mouth.
I lapped at her tangy juices, soaking in my view of her incredible body as I gazed up at her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in response to my touch, my face pressing against her sex. I was moaning gently as I ate her, and as she began to assert a little control, moving her body where she needed my tongue and my mouth, rather than vice versa, my moans gave her reassurance and approval.
Her body gently rocked on my mouth, one of her hands keeping her steady by holding my head. Like that, I made her come -- hard. She squeezed my face between her thighs and pressed herself down on me, squirming as it hit her, and I had to brace myself against her force.
She was all smiles as she released me, and shuffled down over my chest to find where I was keeping my hard cock.
“So how was it?” I asked her while recovering my breath, the evaporation of her juices all over my face suddenly feeling quite cold now her body was no longer there.
“Good,” she grinned.
“So what happened? Anything?”
She appeared almost shy, and yet she’d just come all over my face. She shrugged, said, “She kissed me.”
“And you liked it?”
She nodded.
“That’s great! So... what, this was at the restaurant?”
“We went dancing,” she said, and now reached behind her to position my hardness between her legs.
I groaned as she sank down on me, enveloping my shaft in her heat.
She grinned again, “I kissed her, too.”
“Uh-huh?”
She placed her hands on my chest, then slid them around my neck as she began to move on me, a slow gyration of her hips stirring my hardness inside her.
“It was while we were dancing. I was a little... shocked... to begin with...”
“I’ll bet,” I smiled up at her, and she settled into more of a bouncing motion on my pole.
“It was nice... so soft... and sweet... different, I guess. Like ice cream compared to steak. By the end of the night our hands were all over each other.”
“So it did... turn you on?”
“Uh-huh. Can’t you tell?” she flashed her eyes at me. “She had her hand under my skirt, and while I was kissing her, I brought her hand round to touch my... well...”
“She touched you there?”
“Uh-huh.”
“She had her finger inside you?”
“Uh-huh.” She kissed me vigorously for a moment or two, then broke off. “That was about as far as we went... I don’t know... it was moving a little fast for me.”
“That’s okay, it’s only early days.”
“In the taxi on the way home, she was whispering in my ear, telling me to get you to go down on me -- and imagine it was her doing it.”
I laughed, “So just now... that was you...?”
She nodded, “You angry at me?”
“Of course not!”
She smiled, “I think I might be ready to... well, go a little further with her, anyway.”
“Wonderful.”
Then she was closing her eyes again and fucking me, her body rocking back and forth, her breasts jiggling, her silky hair swaying, brushing my face. She held on to my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye as we both physically worked through the idea of her going further with her new date, and perhaps even sleep with her. Ana looking into my eyes for reassurance, to ensure I was still fine about this strange arrangement. Me showing her how much of a thrill it was to know she was embarking on this adventure, seeing another woman on the side.
We rolled over, and I mounted her missionary-style, plunging back into her hot, wet pussy, holding her tight and thrusting into her as though asserting my control over her, showing her she was mine, even if she was free to play with her new lover.
She came again as I did, both of us rocking together and squeezing each other tight as I locked my throbbing cock deep within her, pumping out my seed.
And with that, we drifted off into sleep in each other’s arms, consumed.
*
The knowledge that she was fully ready to sleep with a woman made me see Ana in a different light the next few days. Every time I saw her, I was hopeful she might have run into Ellie again, but while she did see the beautiful French woman in class a couple of times, and in the gym too, they acted like a newly-dating couple -- kisses only, while looking forward to their next date.
The dress was fine - she decided on a small, short little summer dress that made her look sensational without appearing too formal.
“She wants to do dinner at her place,” she’d told me, and the thought that they would be in a private space, where they might be free for more than just kissing and the occasional stray hand, made my heart pump in my chest.
It was nothing compared to how I felt when Ana started dragging me around lingerie shelves, asking my opinion on what kind of underwear she ought to wear for her date.
“I think you might be a better judge than me,” I told her. “I mean, I can tell you what a guy would find sexy...”
“That’s fine,” she said.
The dress required something relatively subtle, and we soon discounted the idea of her going for overly elaborate lingerie. In the end, she went for a fairly simple white bra and matching g-string. Bright, summery, minimal coverage.
And that evening, when I watched her getting ready, she ultimately decided to go without the bra after all.
I was feeling pretty feverish as I watched her depart our driveway, wearing so little as she drove away in her little Miata. It was to be a long evening of waiting, hoping that everything was going well, that things were developing beyond dinner, that they were making progress beyond their achievements on the dance floor the other night.
I felt the strange conflict of desire, wanting to have my Ana back while at the same time hoping she would stay out longer and longer -- all night, if she could -- so that there would be time for the two of them to go all the way.
It got later and later, until the time came for me to call it quits and head to bed -- the fact that I was alone at such an hour initially proving too exciting for me to actually get off to sleep. Eventually, though, after working through the idea that Ana had to be sleeping with Ellie by now, I managed to drift off, still waiting for her.
7
In the morning, I was surprised to find her sitting at the kitchen table, quietly cutting up an apple for her breakfast, glass of juice already half-drunk, cereal bowl half-empty.
“What time did you get in?” I asked her.
“I don’t know. Eight?” she was wearing a blue and white striped t-shirt, and her glasses, which she hardly ever did these days. They were cute, gave her a touch of the geeky chic from our earliest dating.
She must have been fairly tired, to be wearing her glasses instead of contacts, but she appeared fresh as a daisy, and so hot after a night spent with another woman.
“You should have woken me,” I said, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her neck. She smelled freshly showered, and I felt a faint hint of disappointment that I couldn’t detect even the slightest perfume of another woman on her.
“Thought you deserved your sleep,” she smiled up at me, “how was your evening?”
I shrugged, “Not bad. Spent most of the time wondering what you guys were up to.”
Ana grinned, and took another bite of her cereal. I felt a flicker of excitement in my chest, because her grin was suggestive.
“Well, I suppose I should tell you,” she said.
“I suppose you should. You enjoy it?”
“Uh-huh.” She took a sip of juice. “It was very nice.”
“Nice.” I stroked her hair back out of her face and kissed her neck again, dwelling on the softness of her skin, wondering how far she’d gone with Ellie the previous night.
Ana closed her eyes and moaned contentedly as I kissed her neck, leaning her head back against my shoulder. She said, “We had a nice meal at her apartment, and then we watched a movie together.”
“And then?”
“And then...” she smiled as my hands found their way around to her breasts, to cup them, to fondle them, feeling her nipples stiffen through the thin cotton -- she hadn’t put on a bra to return home, then. “And then... we were kissing a little...”
She turned her head to kiss me, her hand curling around the back of my head. I moved down to kiss her neck again, my hands squeezing her breasts through her t-shirt.
I prompted, “Uh-huh?”
“It was... really nice... so soft, so sweet... I guess just a little different from kissing a man,” she said. “And with Ellie... there just wasn’t any pressure. I didn’t feel like I had to impress her...”
She moaned as I paid special attention to her stiff buds rubbing them between fingers and thumbs through the slightly rough cotton of her shirt.
“I could kiss her back... and it was so slow... and wonderful... I didn’t feel like I had to get to the bumping and grinding quick or I’d lose her interest.”
“That’s how you feel with me?” I chuckled, but now slipped the hem of her t-shirt up and over her breasts, to expose them and her dark little nipples, so exquisitely hard as I cupped her bare flesh. Down below, she was only wearing a pair of white panties. She must have been expecting something with me, then, not to bother with pants.
“No,” she smiled, “But usually when you start out dating a guy...”
“So she’s a good kisser, huh?”
“Uh-huh. We were just kissing for ages, I guess we could have done that all night.”
“But you didn’t just do that?”
I leaned over Ana’s shoulder and took one of her nipples in my mouth, drawing out a long groan as I did so.
“Mmm... she’s so beautiful,” she said. “I was touching her before I even realized it, my hands were just naturally wandering all over her. All over her body, her breasts. Under her shirt...Then she took off her jeans...”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, I was a little... I don’t know... nervous again, I guess.” She reached up to stroke my hair as I grazed my tongue against her nipple. “But it was okay. Kind of made me feel... I don’t know, liberated, I guess. Like I could do whatever I wanted with her, she was letting me.”
“So what happened?”
One of my hands now reached down over her smooth, flat stomach and found its way over the white cotton of her panties, between her thighs to where the heat was getting intense.
“We were just kissing for a while, but I could touch her, you know? Her breasts, her arms, her stomach, her thighs... I guess I was a little reluctant to get too personal, though... I never did this before. I never felt this way before like a woman...”
She moaned as I stroked her through her panties, finding her so wet already. Then a gasp as my hand found its way under the waistband of her underwear, to find the source of her wetness, a finger dipping into her soaking snatch.
“Oh...” she groaned, and then smiled as she remembered more of her evening. “I think she might have been getting a little frustrated after a while,” she said. “I mean, it was so nice, we were taking things so slowly, but I just couldn’t get to the next stage...”
“Imagine,” I stroked her soaking pussy, and her breathing was becoming soft panting, “you must have been like some poor virgin.”
“She grabbed my hands and pulled me up from the sofa,” Ana said, “had me stand there in front of her, between her thighs. Then she looked up at me and slipped the straps of my dress off over my shoulders.”
“Uh-huh?”
“And then she was peeling it off me,” she moaned, but then stood up, I guess wanting more from me. She turned to me, put her hands to my face, kissed me full on the mouth. It almost seemed grateful, appreciative that I had allowed her whatever experience she’d had with Ellie the previous night. As she kissed me, breathless, I reached down to slide her panties down over her behind, down her thighs.
“So you were naked?” I asked her.
“Practically. I had my g-string on. But she was kissing my stomach, and then between my breasts, and I
was just letting her do whatever she wanted...”
I moved Ana back, not really having much of a plan, but she perched on the back of the sofa, kissing me again as my fingers found their way to her hot pussy. Her lips were so soft, so warm, so sweet. I could hardly believe they’d been kissing a woman the previous night, and someone as stunning as Ellie.
“She was running her hands all over my body,” she continued, “squeezing my butt, my breasts... and it was like every touch sent electricity shooting through my body...”
There was no point asking whether I had the same effect when I touched her -- after all these years married, it just wasn’t the same. But I didn’t feel jealous of Ellie. I felt aroused at the thought of her touching my wife, and pleased that my wife should have had such an experience with her.
I knelt, though I didn’t feel any need to prove myself, and parted her thighs as she sat on the edge of the couch. Stroked around her exquisite flower with my lips and my nose, breathing in the scent of her excitement.
“Then she was touching me between my legs,” she said, a little out of breath, and I could bet she’d been a little out of breath when Ellie had been touching her, kissing her stomach, slipping her fingers under the white g-string she’d worn that night, feeling this sopping wet pussy.
Ana moaned as I covered her slit with my mouth, tasting her tangy juices, pressing my mouth and nose against her sensitive folds.
“It was just like we were... you know, fooling around,” she panted. “It was nice... so nice... and just fun, nothing heavy... only she was so beautiful...”
Her hand curled around the back of my neck as I lapped at her pussy, and sucked on her lips.
“She made me come with her fingers...” she panted. “It took, like, no time at all... but then she was pulling down my underwear... and getting me to sit there on the couch... and she knelt in front of me...”
A gasp as I sucked on her clit.
“...And she was licking me, just like you are now...”
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