The drive was very short, maybe 4 minutes. The parking lot was pretty clear so I found a spot near the door and parked. I texted my husband, “I’m hear. Hope he shows up. Parking lot is empty.”
“I’m sure he will” he responded.
I texted Michael, “I’m here.” I waited for a reply.
“I’m just pulling up. Looks deserted. Is it open? Lol”
“I’m sure it is. I’ve never been here before.”
“Me either. Is that your blue Mercedes?”
“Yes, I’m just waiting for you.” I typed as a black sports car pulled up next to me.
Michael opened the car door and got out. He walked over to my driver’s side and opened the door for me. I turned in my seat, then reached for his extended hand. I was on my feet quicker than I planned. The pearls were moved around, causing quite a stir inside of me.
“Yep, bad choice,” I thought as I tried to get them to settle down without being awkward.
He leaned in, wrapping his arm around my back, and pulled me into him. I closed my eyes as I felt his big, beautiful lips press against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted up on my toes to give me a better angle. I felt his tongue press against my lips. My mouth opened involuntarily and I felt his tongue press against mine.
I started swooning, thinking how great of a kisser he was. I could feel his manhood growing as he pressed it up against my stomach. He must have felt me shiver cause he pulled away and grabbed my hand.
“Let’s get inside before you freeze to death.”
“I agree, it’s a little chilly out tonight.”
He held the door open for me then followed me in. The place was a little dim, but since it was so dark outside, our eyes were accustomed to the dim light. I walked over towards a slide in, wrap around booth. He held my hand until I was seated, then slipped in on the other side.
He scooted in right next to me, wrapping his big arm around my back. I placed my hand on his knee as he leaned in close. “Where is your husband?”
“He stayed home. Figured it would be less awkward for me. I have to text him occasionally, I hope that’s alright?”
“Of course it is. Have you ever gone on a date with another man since you’ve been married?”
“No, never. This is a first for me. Are you ok with this? Tony told us you were having a tough time right now.”
“Oh good ol’ Tony. He means well. Right now I am great with this. I’m not looking for anything permanent. I just got out of a 15-year marriage and I’m looking to just have fun. If this is something you both are into, then who am I to disagree. If you were cheating, then I might feel differently. He’s the one that wants you to explore?”
“You don’t look old enough to have been married for 15 years. Do you have kids? Yeah, well, it’s hard to say who instigated it. He started talking about it in the bedroom, and we have played around with scenarios and stuff, but we have never actually done anything about it. It’s not like you can just bring it up in casual conversation with friends.”
“Well, thank you. I will be turning 40 next month. That’s very flattering of you. Yeah, we have a son, 14, and a daughter 11. I think she got mad at me cause I didn’t want any more and she did. I can see that being an issue, what made tonight different?”
“Honestly, I have no idea. I was just playing around, you’re the one that took it seriously.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, not at all, just surprising that you would actually ask someone’s husband if you could date their wife.” I said as I chuckled.
“Well, I have been known to be pretty straight forward, and such a beautiful woman such as yourself deserves a chance at something crazy.”
“Well, thank you very much,” I said as I felt my cheeks start to turn red. I felt his arm pull me in closer. I looked up into his eyes and felt my head and body move involuntarily. I could feel myself being drawn in by this handsome, strong man. I had never felt anything like this before. His scent was wonderful. I started thinking I needed to ask him what colon he wore as his lips made contact with mine. I instinctively opened my mouth and felt his tongue slip inside. Our tongues danced around with each other as I felt his arm pull me closer to him.
My hand started moving up his leg. I could feel the powerful muscles of his thigh hidden by the smooth fabric of his trousers. I stopped when I felt the hem of his boxer shorts under them. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to move any further up.
We broke the kiss, but pretty much stayed in the same position as the waitress came up to our table.
“Hi, what can I get you?”
I felt Michael’s grip on me as he was feeling the same thing. We had been there over 10 minutes. The place was dead, and she acted like it was nothing. No wonder this place didn’t have any customers.
“I’ll take a Skyy Martini.”
“I’ll take a double Jack on the rocks.”
“Anything else for you two lovebirds?”
“I think we’re good, thank you,” I said.
I could feel Michael’s eyes follow the waitress as she left. Of course I was too. She was pretty thin, had what looked like a bra for a top, and her shorts went up her ass, and barely covered the lower part of her cheeks. She was cute for a 22 year old. I could feel a pang of jealousy.
“Think she is even wearing underwear?” Michael said.
“I doubt it. If she is, they don’t cover much. I couldn’t see any lines.” I said with a laugh.
“I love a woman that wears underwear. I think they are the sexiest thing anyone has ever created, besides women!”
‘You and my husband are alike then. He loves lingerie. Prefers me in nighties, and I never leave the house without underwear on.”
“He is one lucky guy. I hope they are sexy undies and not those big bloomers some women wear.”
“I have a pretty big selection. If there is one thing he isn’t stingy about, it’s buying me sexy underwear.”
“Good man. Do you wear them for him very often?”