“So sorry to keep you, Mrs. Simpson,” Cheryl interrupted. “Bloody people who think they can just ring up and walk…”
She stopped talking and grinned.
“Ex-teachers not included, of course,” she concluded, bringing out a pristine coverall sheet and wrapping me up in it. She adjusted the chair so that my head was over the washbasin, and turned on the water.
“Now then, what did you say earlier? A wash and blow dry, and a bit of a tidy up? We’ll have you looking gorgeous for your anniversary date with Mr. Simpson in no time at all.”
The sound of water splashing in the sink all but drowned out the sound of Lizzie the Lezzie’s ironic “Yeah, right,” but I heard it, and I glared at her.
Back home, I showered carefully, keeping my newly coiffured hair dry. I wore my new satin bra and panties over my favourite little black dress, which was snug enough to show off my generous tits perfectly, and just long enough to preserve my modesty whilst giving anyone who wanted a look, a generous view of my thighs.
I put on my eye make up and my favourite carmine lipstick. By the time Richard came home, I was ready to go. He had a quick wash and brushed his teeth, and we went out to the car.
The restaurant Richard had booked was in a beautiful rural setting, a few miles outside of our village. We arrived in good time, and he parked the car and came around to my side to open the door and help me out. We walked into the restaurant together.
“Good evening,” Richard addressed the restaurant manager. “There is a table booked at seven in the name of Simpson.”
“Yes sir. Follow me please,” replied the manager, picking up a couple of menus and a wine list. “This way, if you please.”
He led us to the far end of the dining room, where a young man was already seated at the table he had intended to show us to. He stopped and looked around in confusion.
“That’s alright,” I smiled at him, as the young man got up and moved a chair so that I could sit down. He kissed me full on the mouth, and I settled into my seat. I looked up at Richard.
“Wait in the car for us,” I instructed. “Isaac will be returning home with us later on. He’s staying for the weekend. I’ll text you when the bill comes. You can go.”
Did I mention that I’m a Hot Wife, with a cuckold for a husband and a lover young enough to be my son? No? Well I am, and I have!
Richard, his face scarlet with embarrassment, looked at the manager, and smiled sadly. The penny dropped, and the manager turned back to us, proffering menus and the wine list. He obviously didn’t care who ate at his establishment, and I’d already confirmed that the bill would be settled.
Richard slunk away, but my experienced eye had already clocked the tiny bulge in his trousers, despite the cock lock that I made him wear twenty four seven. It was due to be removed tomorrow afternoon, for his weekly shaving and milking, but he knew that if he displeased me, I’d only shave him. His milking depended upon his not annoying me in the slightest.
I hadn’t told anyone any lies. This occasion was my anniversary. I had been with Isaac for exactly three years today. He and Richard were in fact very good friends. Isaac was an architect, and the company he worked for did a great deal of business with Richard’s civil engineering company.
Isaac and I had met at a celebration bash given to mark the end of some project or other. I’d been a Hot Wife for over twenty years by that point, but I didn’t have a regular lover at that time. Richard introduced me to Isaac, knowing full well that I had an ambition to ‘go black’ as the saying goes. He also knew that Isaac preferred the more ‘mature’ woman!
We hit it off straight away. I’m always honest about my chosen lifestyle, if I think the person I’m coming out to will understand. (In all other scenarios, I am an extremely discrete and private person.) Isaac seemed delighted with my proposal, having first checked that Richard knew and approved of my plan.
With youth on his side, he fucked me four times that night – once in my mouth, twice in my cunt and he finished off in the early hours of the morning, up my arse. Richard has never had so much cream pie to eat!
We had a wonderful meal, and the night sped by. Our waitress was attentive without being intrusive, and if the truth be told, I think both of us harboured a fantasy about inviting her back to my house for a threesome! We didn’t, of course.
I texted Richard when we were finishing our coffee at the end of the meal. He came and stood at our table just as the waitress brought the bill.
“Perfect timing!” I smiled at her. “My husband will pay, dear. Thank you for a gorgeous meal.”
Turning to Richard, I took Isaac’s hand.
“We’ll wait for you in the car, cucky,” I informed him. “Don’t be long. Isaac and I are anxious to get home. Make sure you leave this young lady a generous tip.”
My boyfriend and I sauntered out of the restaurant hand-in-hand leaving behind a rather confused waitress and a highly embarrassed cuckold. Looking back, it was a rather indiscrete thing to do, but as much as I was anxious to get home and get myself fucked, I also bore in mind that Richard likes public humiliation, and chances to subject him to it are few and far between. This was one of those rare chances, so I took it. As it happened, no real damage was done, and in fact, a new friendship resulted from my action. But I didn’t know that at the time That is another story which I might well put down on paper some day. This tale is about what happened after we left the restaurant that night.
Isaac and I were back in the car when Richard returned, having settled the bill. It was early in June, and dusk was falling. Despite having dined so well, I was making a meal of Isaac’s cock when Richard got behind the wheel and started the car.
“Home, dear?” he asked, watching my head bob up and down on Isaac’s cock through the rear view mirror.
“Mm hmm” I replied, and winked at him. He smiled and turned the car for home.
It was my intention to get Isaac off before we reached home. That way, I reasoned to myself, he’d have enough time to begin his recovery, and by the time we got to bed, he’d last much longer the second time around. I wasn’t wrong!
We’d been travelling about five minutes when I first tasted pre-cum. Everything was going to plan. I used my tongue, swirling it around the ultra sensitive underside of Isaac’s cock head. He began to groan.
“Slow down,” he managed to gasp, but as he wasn’t being specific enough, all that happened was that Richard reduced the speed of the car. I carried on sucking, using lips, tongue and occasionally gently dragging my teeth up and down his cock shaft.
Isaac was young, fit and has remarkable powers of recovery once he’s cum. But at that time, he had no self control. Once he was on the edge, he’d inevitably cum in seconds, and that’s what happened that night.
He started to jerk upwards in his seat, sending his cock deep into my throat. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, so that I could taste his gorgeous cum, so I pushed him back down and raised my head a little. Now his cock was properly in my mouth. It felt red hot, and sure enough, it seemed to swell even more and a first jet of cum pulsed out of Isaac.