Date Night, Part 2

Thomas’ saliva on my cock was still drying when his wife, Madeline, came down the stairs into their living room where I waited. I stood up as she descended the stairs and looked at her. Her hair was down, and cascaded down her back. The black dress that Serena bought hugged her curves leaving little to the imagination. She wore three inch heels that made her hips sway as she came downstairs.

I would have been hard if Thomas hadn’t just given me his first blowjob only moments ago.

I admired her dress, it’s V-neck showing lots of cleavage while the dress’s empire waist supported her breasts — a good thing, since I’d told her to wear the dress, heels and nothing else. The skirt hugged and stretched over her hips, ending several inches above her knees. She saw me looking at her, and blushed. “You look ravishing, Madeline,” I said.

She blushed, “Thank you. This is not my normal sort of dress.”

“I suits you well,” I said. The dress was tighter than what she’d normally wear, and showed more of her body than she’d shown me last week — at least before I got her up into my penthouse suite. Some men — stupid ones — would call her fat, but what she was was luxurious. A luxury I intended to make my own and to indulge myself in, just as I was doing with her husband.

Thomas was behind her, but I ignored him and stepped up to his wife. I lifted her chin and kissed her. Gently at first, and then more passionately. I broke the kiss and she was even more flushed. “Ready for a night out you won’t soon forget?”

“Do I have a choice?” she asked.

“Do you want one?” I replied.

She smiled and shook her head. I took her arm and led her out to the car, opening the door for her and moving over to my side. I looked up and Thomas was standing in the door. I gave him a half wave, put my car in gear, pulled out of their driveway, and headed out of their subdivision.

As I drove through their subdivision, she asked me. “So may I ask where we’re going tonight?”

“Well, that depends,” I said. I pulled up to a stop sign and turned to her. “Did you dress as I asked you to?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“Show me,” I said.

“Here?”

“Now,” I said.

She pulled one of the shoulder straps to the side freeing her breast. Her nipple was hard, and had little crinkles around it. “That one is easy,” I said. “Serena said the dress had built in supports.”

“And it’s backless,” Madeline said. “So yeah, no bra is easy.”

“Show me the rest, then, Madeline.” She swallowed. “If you’re not willing to show it to me,” I said. “How am I going to fuck it tonight? How will your husband eat my come out of your pussy when I drop you off this evening?” Her breathing quickened, and her nipples showed through the dress.

She looked around, reached for the hem of her dress, and pulled it up. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties, because I could smell her arousal. I reached over and slid my hand up her thigh until it rested just over her naked lips. I unfolded her with my fingers and slid my middle finger between her folds, feeling her wetness and seeking out her clit. “Good girl, Madeline,” I said.

“Have you come all week?”

“No, Master,” she said. “It was very hard to avoid it. And if you keep that up I won’t be able to obey.”

I teased her a bit more and laughed. “I have a new rule for you. I gave Thomas his already — he can come once for each load of my come he swallows.” She nodded, and I teased her further, running my finger up and down her slit and gently around her clit. I watched her to see what she liked — I’d still have to learn that, but I had a million tricks to keep her on edge.

“What is my rule, Master?”

“Your rule is that I have to be touching you. You can come any time I am touching you.” She nodded and gasped as I teased her. “Like now, Madeline. Like I’m touching you now.”

“D-does that mean?”

“Yes, yes it does, Madeline. Not only can you, but I want you to. Right here in my car in the twilight as we sit stopped in your neighborhood, while who knows watches and can maybe make out who we are. I want you to feel my finger as it touches your private place and I want you to come.”

As I spoke, her breathing grew more rapid and her hand grabbed my thigh and squeezed it tight. Her other hand she balled into a fist and stuck it in her mouth. When I said the last work her back arched she let out a muffled scream as she came.

“Oh, oh, oh, thank you Master,” she said. “Now can I ask where we’re going?”

“There’s a bar near my hotel that has good food and dancing,” I said. “Plus, it’s near my hotel.”

She laughed. “I think I see what your plan is.”

“Oh?”

“You’re going to seduce me with good food and dancing and then take me up to your lair where you will have your way with me.”

“Oh, Madeline,” I said. “I plan on having my way with you long before that.”

“When?”

“On the dance floor. During dinner. Maybe even before we get to the restaurant.”

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir,” she replied.

I do believe she was looking forward to it.