Chapter 12
David agreed to taking a three-day weekend only after Susan assured him several times that Marsha wasn't going to land on him with both feet.
"I'll be there tonight," he said. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, darling. I have some good news for you," she said coyly.
"Oh? Tell me now," he said eagerly. "Is it what I think?
"Maybe, maybe not," she teased. "You have to wait until tonight to find out. I want to see your face when I tell you, and I can't do that on the phone. Remember the restaurant where you proposed to me? I'll make reservations there. I don't want to be up to my elbows cooking dinner, then cleaning up our first night back together. I know it's been only a few days, but it seems like months. Can you make it by seven?"
"Easily. It's only forty miles."
"Well, drive carefully. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"You know I'm a careful driver. I'll leave in plenty of time," he assured her.
Un-like her feeling of apprehension when getting ready for her first orgy, Susan felt much more confident and calm getting ready to meet her husband.
As she bathed, she speculated about how she would tell David what she had done while visiting her mother. She chuckled to herself. Some of it, most of it when she thought about it, was kind of kinky. Learning from her mother about eating pussy, for instance! And her darling husband wasn't a kinky man.
Describe a Volvo, and you described David at the same time-solid, dependable, always there when you needed him. In fact, when you got right down to it, he could be absolutely boring at times. Maybe his stodgy manner, and not his puzzling request that she let him watch her fuck another man, was at the base of their disagreement.
If he isn't a kinky man, why does he want me to fuck another man while he watches, she asked herself. Is he trying to tell me something important, something I missed in the heat of our argument? Does he really want us to do a threesome with another woman, but is afraid I would think it too kinky? Maybe he simply took a roundabout way by asking me to fuck another man first, figuring he could then suggest introducing another woman as sort of a tit for tat.
Damn, why didn't I take the time to pursue the matter with him before I ran home to mother? But then, if I had, we'd still be mired in the same mud. I had to come here, to get rid of my inhibitions before I could give him what he wants.
Well, if he wants to watch me fuck another man so he can bring another woman to bed with us, I'll just turn the tables on him-we'll do both! I'll fuck Arne while he watches, then he can fuck Ingrid while I watch! Maybe right afterward will be the best time to reveal my bawdy little secrets.
Wonder how he'll take the news that I've already fucked other men. Don't want him to go off the deep end and spoil all my well-laid plans. Maybe I'd better let things slip out a little at a time, in the heat of the moment. Dumping it all on him at once would be like hitting him in the face with a dead fish.
My dear mother keeps lurking around the edges, dropping little hints. I suspect she has some kinky scheme of her own waiting in the wings. Whatever it is, it has to include some good sex, so I'm all for it.
She went to her bedroom, dabbed David's favorite perfume behind her ears, on her wrists, in the hollow of her neck, between her breasts and around her pussy. She put on a garter belt and sheer hose and slipped into a pair of scanty panties. Normally, she wore the panties under her hose supports. This time, she put them over the supports so she could remove them without unfastening her hose.
She went to her closet, where she took only a couple of minutes to settle on what to wear. She wanted to look alluring, but not tasteless or coarse, so she chose a dark blue knee-length, full skirt and a white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, without a bra. She added a pair of dark blue high-heeled sandals that fastened around the ankles that David liked. Lastly, she applied a brighter red lipstick then she usually wore, topped with a gloss to keep it from smearing. David had once said she should wear bright red lipstick when they made love so it would leave a ring around his cock. Well, starting tonight, he was going to get more than one wish fulfilled!
She surveyed herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door. If she did say so herself, she looked pretty damn good. Subdued sexiness. But certainly sexy enough to raise the interest of a man. And his cock along with it. She smiled at her reflection and licked her lips as she thought of taking a ride on her husband's cock again. He wasn't as well-hung as Ryan or Greg, but his cock was nothing to be sneezed at, either.
David was already at the restaurant, sitting in the semi-isolated banquette in a fairly dark corner she had reserved. The one where he proposed to her. As usual, he stood when he saw her approaching.
Susan put one hand on his cheek and held her mouth up for a kiss.
"Hmmm, your lipstick tastes different," he said. "Change brands?" He helped her into the banquette and slid in by her.
"I'm not sure if it's permanent. You said you wanted me to occasionally wear a brighter red color, so I thought I would try it, at least for tonight."
He immediately caught her inference and grinned.
"You don't think it makes me look cheap, do you? I want to be sexy, but not brazen. At least in public."
"You could never look cheap if you tried real hard," he said. "You're different, somehow."
"Oh?" She felt a momentary flash of fear. Had her recent adventures left an indelible mark on her that any man in the know could recognize? "How so?"
"The way you walk. Your aura. Not so demure, and don't take that as an insult. Do I detect at least a whiff of more self-confidence?"
"Probably a whiff of your favorite perfume," she quipped. "I practically took a bath in the stuff. I even put some around my pussy," she giggled quietly.
"I like the sound of that," he said. "So, what have you been doing with yourself?"
"Getting my head on straight." And my toes curled with super orgasms! she said to herself. "I'm sorry about running out on you, but I had to get away and do some thinking. I think you'll like the results."
"I like them already. As I told you on the phone, I've missed you."
She took his hand, put it under her billowy skirt and slid it up her thigh. "I've missed you, too."
David whistled softly and moved his hand higher, above the top of her stockings. Susan turned her legs toward him and his hand slid to the inside of her thigh, on bare flesh. The edge of his hand rested lightly on the crotch of her skimpy panties. She knew he could feel her dense springy muff and the heat from her pussy. Again, he whistled softly and grinned.
"No pantyhose, huh?"
"No pantyhose. I might never wear them again." She opened her legs a little wider. "Nothing but a piece of thin material to hamper your progress, pilgrim. And, if you can't push that aside, you have a real problem."
"Damn!" The waiter appeared to take their order and he started to move his hand.
She grabbed his arm and stopped him. He gave her a startled look and she gave him a long, slow wink and a mischievous smile.
"You order for me, darling," she said sweetly. "You know what I like."
He swallowed hard and managed to order their drinks and their dinner.
She waited until the waiter was out of earshot and said, "I like it when you order for me. We don't go out often enough, you know."
"Yes, I know, honey. We really are in a rut, aren't we? I didn't realize how much so until now. It's fun being out with you. I'm very proud of you. I like to be seen with you. You're a beautiful, sexy woman. Every man here must envy me."
"You've never said you think I'm sexy. I'm glad you think so. I want to be. Does it mean a lot to you that other men lust after your woman?"
"Yeah, I guess it does. Listen, I'm sorry if I upset you the other day. Guess my suggestion was pretty far out. I want you to come back home and let's start over, get everything back the way it was."
"I don't want everything the way it was, darling," she said softly, smiling to take the sting out of her words. "But let's save that discussion until later, when we have more privacy. I'll save my news until then, too. You can wait until then, can't you?" She scooted forward a little so his hand was touching her pussy and her hand wandered up his thigh toward his crotch. "Mother and I have had some long talks. And before you get upset, you should know she's the one who set me straight about a lot of things." She smiled inwardly as she thought about just how many things her mother had helped her get straight! "She helped me understand that I bear part of the fault for our misunderstanding. If we have to lay fault anywhere. I don't see why we should. As she reminded me, we can work out any problem as long as we love each other. And I certainly love you."
"I like the sound of that," he said. "And I'll try not to bug you so much about Marsha. I'm sure she has some good points."
"She has a lot of good points, darling. I want to stay here over the weekend so you can find out for yourself. Not tonight, though. She went out, said she might be gone most of the night, so we can be alone."
"I really like the sound of that!"
"Then let's see how you like this," she whispered, her voice low, seductive. She quickly pulled his zipper down and reached inside his pants to draw out his cock.
"My God!" David gasped, looking around nervously. "What are you doing?"
"What does it feel like, darling? I'm playing with your cock." His rod began to grow and she smiled. "I like the way it feels in my hand. Don't you?" Using a strong, regular motion, she began to slowly pump his prick.
"But what if someone sees us? This is a public place!" Fear, and a certain amount of longing, laced his voice.
"The lighting is dim. The table is covering us. Who could possibly see what I'm doing?"
David tried not to gasp. "Well, the waiter for one. Here he comes with our drinks."
"But you're not cumming yet, so there's no problem, darling," Susan said innocently, full of sweetness and light. She squeezed his prick more firmly and pumped it a little faster.
"Jesus Christ Almighty, Susan, you can't jack me off in here!" he muttered, half under his breath. If he reached under the table to stop her, he would attract unwanted attention and arouse the waiter's suspicion. "Stop!" he hissed.
"Huh uh. Just act like everything is fine and he won't know the difference."
"Oh, shit!" David mumbled. Secretly, her bawdy behavior excited him. He had no idea she could be so shocking. He just hoped he didn't start cumming before the waiter went away.
The waiter put their drinks on the table and left without lifting an eyebrow.
"See? I told you he wouldn't suspect anything," she said. She picked up her glass and took a sip. "Take my panties off."
"What?" He shook his head and blinked rapidly. "Why?"
"Trust me, darling. Just take them off." She lifted her ass and he pulled her panties down to her knees. "All the way, darling, and put them in your lap. There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, put your hand back between my legs and drink your cocktail before the ice melts."
Not believing he was letting his wife jack him off in a restaurant, David sat very still, one arm on the table, his other hand pressing against her pussy, his glazed eyes staring straight ahead.
Susan took her own sweet time, pulling and squeezing and stroking his cock lovingly. When she felt it swell and knew he was ready to ejaculate, she put her other hand under the table and held it over the head of his prick to catch his cum. He came in hard spurts, fighting to keep his composure and not announce his climax to the couple sitting at a nearby table.
She held her hand over his spurting spike and continued to stroke until the last bubble of cum emerged. She held onto his love wand as she lifted her wet hand and calmly licked her fingers and palm, as if licking up the remnants of a delicious dessert. Her action was so bold, so bizarre, it nearly blew his mind. But he had to admit he enjoyed it! She used her panties to wipe the head of his cock, then stuffed them in his coat pocket.
"A little souvenir," she said calmly.
"Dear God," he whispered. "At least put the damn thing back in my pants. Here comes the waiter again."
"Feel my pussy," she cooed in his ear. "Put your finger in it and feel how wet it is."
David couldn't help himself. He slipped one finger into her pussy, ran it up and down her hot gash, and eased the tip into her cunthole. Her breath escaped in an audible whoosh.
"I can't believe this," he muttered.
Susan giggled and flashed a bright smile at the waiter when he set their plates on the table and went away again.
"Wiggle your finger, darling. Ahhhhhh, feels good," she breathed when he wiggled the tip of his finger. She shook her head, then picked up her knife and fork. "We'd better eat before our food gets cold, darling."
"Well, I know something that isn't cold!" He withdrew his finger and reached for his knife and fork.
"Be real naughty and put your finger in your mouth," she whispered hotly, staring at his wet finger. "Taste me. Remind yourself of what you're going to have for dessert."
"Jesus Christ, Susan! What's...?"
"Don't you dare ask what's got into me!" she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. She grasped his hand and guided his finger to his mouth.
David sucked his finger, then looked at his wife, at the beautiful, sexy woman he was beginning to think he hardly knew. "Yeah, you're right," he admitted. "That's a bad habit, and I have to stop doing it." Boldly, right there in public, he pulled her head toward him and kissed her passionately, running his tongue into her mouth. He broke the kiss and said, "Let's do like the shepherd and get the flock out of here! I want to be alone with you."
"What an awful pun," she giggled. "Let's just eat fast. I skipped lunch, and I'm famished. You don't want me to fuck on an empty stomach, do you?"
Her use of the earthy expression startled him. He had never heard her use the word anywhere but in bed. He picked up his knife and fork and attacked his food.
Susan finished eating first. She stuffed David's cock back in his pants and said, "Pay the bill and let's go home, darling. I want you to fuck me until I can't move."
Her bawdy words seared his brain. He signaled the waiter and asked for the check.
"No dessert tonight?" the waiter asked.
"Yeah, but not until we get home," Susan quipped, giving him another bright smile.