ALazy Sunday - Part 2

As the week wore on, I began to wonder if Sunday wasn’t really a dream. To have your wife tell you that she wants to have sex with another woman, while you watch, is a little hard to believe. And as Monday moved to Wednesday, and Wednesday to Friday, there had been no further mention of that lazy Sunday morning conversation.

I wanted to ask her if she was still interested in pursuing the idea, but I was afraid I would appear too eager. I thought that the idea might be a bit fragile. Like if I spoke about it I might break the spell, or jinx the deal, or basically screw it up. So I decided to bide my time – which was a painful decision, especially seeing as I had been blessed with a permanent hard-on ever since Sunday.

Friday evening was our scheduled date night. Date night was a left over custom from the days when parenting was a full-time job, and one that we really enjoyed. Usually we had dinner, and then went to a movie. And if we were in a kinky mood, maybe a trip to the video store for an X-rated movie.

So after work, I suggested dinner at one of our favorite places. It had dark booths, great Italian food, and the wine always helped get Jan in that “kinky mood” that I mentioned earlier. We even had a favorite waitress – Sophia – who had worked there for as long as we had been frequenting the place.

We headed out to Romeo’s and soon we were sliding into our favorite booth. Sophia took our order. As we waited for our dinner, we drank our wine and talked about the week’s events.

I should stop here (briefly) and explain just how great Jan looked that night. A tight white blouse clearly announced her earlier decision not to wear a bra. Her 36D’s stood proud, and her perfect nipples were clearly defined behind the sheer white fabric. She wore a dark green skirt – not tight, but knee length with an intriguing slit on the side that ran from the bottom to well up her thigh.

We are both in our early 40’s – and she looks much younger. She has the kind of body that most real women have – plump in places, with lots of soft delightful curves. But what makes her the sexiest creature on the earth is not her looks – though she looks great – it’s her attitude. She has an air about her that says “sexy” – and I don’t mean “trashy”. She IS sophisticated sexy. When I first met her she had the ability to walk into a room and turn every head in the room – and she still possessed that today. Keep the magazine models pal – I will take the woman with the sexy attitude and brains over a shapely airhead any day.

Anyway back to Romeo’s. The wine had begun to work it’s magic, and by half way through dinner, I was hoping to skip the movie theater and head straight to the video store. Thankfully our booth was in the back, so our necking wasn’t creating a fuss among the other customers. We started kissing, then French kissing, and as I grew harder I slid my hand up her leg and right to her cunt. To my sheer delight she was wearing crotch-less panties, and I could feel her get wetter as I softly stroked her clit. The video store was being crossed off my list in favor of a quick trip home.

She was rubbing my cock under the table, first through my pants – then deftly opening my fly and pumping me slowly. I was either going to have to take her right there, or get her the hell out of there. I thought about the options. Taking her right there probably would have resulted in an arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior and probably would also mean never being able to taste Romeo’s ravioli again.

Hey – I like ravioli – so I did the smart thing and decided to try and get Sophia’s attention so that she could bring us our check.

I smiled at Jan and turned from her to look for Sophia, only to be startled to find her sitting across from me right in our booth! I jumped, banging one of my knees on the underside of the table and spilling a glass of wine. As the spilt wine made it’s way toward Sophia, I quickly stood and tried to stop the advancing wine with a napkin. This brought a great laugh from both Sophia and Jan, as there I stood – shirt un-tucked, fly open, my now semi-hard cock swinging in the breeze. Without missing a beat, Sophia said “let me help you with that.” She reached for my cock, gave it a wet quick kiss, then tucked it into my pants and quickly zipped me up.

I must have turned bright red, but the darkness and the seclusion of our booth kept me from making too much of a spectacle of myself. My heart was coming through my chest. As the ladies grinned, I managed to find my seat. We all sat without speaking for a moment, the gals with the grins and giggles while I just sat there smiling and turning more and more red.

Jan broke the silence. “Dave, remember last Sunday morning? Remember what I said I wanted to do with another woman?” Like I could forget last Sunday morning. Like I could forget my wife telling me she had the desire to eat another woman. Hell, the words were etched into my brain and I hadn’t thought about anything else for nearly a week.

I managed to reply in the affirmative, though I was too embarrassed and excited to say much.

Jan continued. “Our friend Sophia here says she wants to…umm… well…she would love to help me with that.”

I was in complete and total sexual shock for the second time in less than a week.

I think I was only semi-conscious as they each took one of my hands and led me out the door to our car. I was on clound nine, and that night turned out to be ten times better than I ever could have imagined.

Part Three – A Lazy Sunday Finale – coming soon!