I had hoped Cecilia would understand. I didn’t expect this to be a permanent change, and I still wanted to see her socially. Hopefully, she’d agree to that.
I sent James a text that one pizza would be enough, and that I wanted mushroom.
James walked in with the pizza, looking around hopefully. He had to have figured out that Cecilia wouldn’t be there, but I guess he was hoping.
“Where’s Cecilia?” he asked.
“I thought that we should have a night to ourselves.”
Though he tried valiantly, he couldn’t hide his disappointment.
It was strange. Usually, our sex life during the week after Cecilia joined us was hot as blazes, but that night we were tentative, as if something was missing, and I guess it was.
I didn’t even last a week, and called Cecilia to invite her to lunch on Thursday.
She was nervous when she sat down in the booth.
“Cecilia, I think I made a mistake.”
She looked downcast.
“A mistake? How?”
I rushed to reassure her.
“Oh, no,” I said, “I didn’t mean us, I meant I think it was a mistake backing away from you. I miss you and our love making. Could you come over Saturday morning and we’ll all go out for brunch?”
“Sure, what time?”
“Whenever, I think James and I will be sleeping in,” I said with a wink.
She actually blushed, and nodded.
“Bring something sexy for Saturday night and a change of clothes for Sunday.”
“I have just the thing, it’ll knock your socks off.”
I couldn’t imagine how she could outdo some of the things that I had already seen, but I decided that I should do some shopping to hold up my end.
James was pleased with the news. “Maybe we should go out Friday and practice our dance moves; among other things.”
“You’re reading my mind, Honey.”
I kept things relatively modest Friday night, saving the risqué outfit for Saturday.
I gave Cecilia a heads-up and booked a hotel room for Saturday night.
“Why do we need a hotel room?” James asked.
“What Cecilia and I are wearing to the club might be a little much for the restaurant,
so we’ll need a place to get changed.”
James blushed, then had a big grin as he tried to imagine what we might be wearing. I didn’t think even his wildest imagination could conceive what he would be seeing.
We opted for a light dinner at home before hitting one of our favorite clubs. Some of the women from the GNO where I met Cecilia were there and waved us over.
I could tell that they were dying to ask about Cecilia, but were afraid to say anything with James there.
“Come on girls, spit it out before you burst.”
Jane was the brave one, and asked the questions that the others were afraid to ask.
“Whatever happened with that little blonde?”
“Oh, we still see her occasionally,” I said.
“‘We?'” Jane asked, pointing her finger back-and-forth between James and me.
“Not yet, ow!” James said as I kicked him on the ankle.
“It’s kind of complicated,” I said.
“I imagine it must be. Maybe you could draw us a diagram,” Jane said, grinning as she pulled a pen from her purse.
“I’ll let you know as soon as we figure it out,” I said, dragging James onto the dance floor as he rubbed his ankle.
It felt too awkward to return to their table, and too rude to take another table, so we decided to just go home. We went by their table and made our excuses, blaming it on James’ sore ankle. We ignored the knowing glances and headed out.
“It looks like you’ve been outed,” James said.
“I guess, but right now they only have suspicions and their dirty minds.”
“Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that,” he said, dodging my purse.
For some reason, my talk with the girls really wound me up, and I pulled up my dress and started playing with my pussy. I had a small orgasm just after we pulled into the driveway, and James was staring at me as I came down.
“That was so hot,” he said.
I could see the bulge in his pants, and not wanting to have sex in the car I hauled ass into the house with James hot on my tail, pun not intended.
Neither of us were in the mood for erotic love-making, just some good hard fucking, and we accomplished that in spades.
Fortunately, we crashed early and didn’t sleep too late, so were showered and dressed when Cecilia arrived. James and I hadn’t even had time for a cup of coffee, and none of us had eaten, so we piled into my car and went to Nellie Rose for a nice brunch.
Returning to the house, we were quite stuffed and decided to just relax and watch some Netflix. We settled onto the couch with James in the middle, and Cecilia and I snuggled against him as he put an arm around each of us. Despite my insecurities, that simply felt right, and I drifted off to sleep.
I was the first to awaken, and was showering when I felt a draft. Cecilia joined me. I was enjoying her soft hands on my back when I was troubled by a thought.
“Where’s James?” I asked.
“He’s still sleeping. I think he’s still stuffed from finishing our French toast.”
I didn’t want to deal with any complications with James before Saturday night, so I left Cecilia in the shower and got dressed.
It turned out that my concern was unnecessary, as James was still out like a light, though he stirred as Cecilia came into the living room.
James opened his eyes and stretched as he looked from me to Cecilia and back again, and a big grin crossed his face.
I knew I was losing control of the situation, but it didn’t seem like there was any turning back.
James freshened up and we went for a walk to try to relieve the tension, but soon it was time to prepare for our big night.
We went back to the house and showered, separately, and we got dressed for the restaurant. Cecilia and I had our clubbing outfits in overnight bags and we left for the city.
We checked into the hotel and Cecilia and I went up to drop off our bags,
“Why did you get a suite?” Cecilia asked.
“I just wanted to be prepared for any eventuality,” I said with a sly wink.
She just stared at me with a puzzled look, shrugged her shoulders and we went down to meet up with James.
He had already checked in at the hostess station, so it was only a short wait before we were seated.
As was our habit, there wasn’t a lot of conversation as our minds were focused on the night to come.
Men are lucky. James didn’t have to change for the club, though in all honesty, we didn’t need to, we wanted to. We left him to settle the bill and went up to the suite to change.
Cecilia saw one of the reasons for the two bedrooms; we could change at the same time and then surprise each other.
I came out of my room to find Cecilia waiting. Her outfit was, shall I say, unique?
Her top was just a sequined bandeau that was actually relatively modest, not even showing any cleavage. The rest of her outfit was something else again.
She was wearing black harem-style pants with some unique features. They rode very low on her hips, the center of the front had a plunging v-shape that went dangerously low, and she had a diamond stud in her navel. The back went straight across, but was also quite low, when she moved you could see the dimple at the small of her back just above her butt. The legs were slit up the outside from her ankles to her waist, and I wasn’t sure if she had underwear skimpy enough to hide under there.