23-12-2018, 11:31 PM
The idea turned me on of course. Now they were a real couple, and their growing relationship was a huge turn on for me. It was gut wrenching, but as long as she came back to me (as she did after every date), it was worth it.
That Saturday she took a long bath to get ready for her date. I knelt by the tub and washed her hair, rubbing her neck and shoulders. "That feels good baby," she said relaxed, and she drifted off to sleep for a while. A little nap would help because she'd probably be out late.
After soaking in the bath (with a heavy dose of bath oil), her skin was even more silky soft than usual. She rubbed lotion all over (I did her back), and then she did her hair and makeup. She put on a garter belt and rolled stockings up her legs, attaching the garters to the stocking welts. Then she put on a lacy push up bra (enhancing the soft swell of her small breasts), and put on matching thong panties. I kidded her about putting her panties on AFTER the garter belt. She gave me a mischievous smile, both of us knowing that way Ricky would be able to take off the panties without having to fumble with the garters.
She put on a low cut blouse and a mini-skirt, and then black Christian Louboutin high heels. She loved the red soles of Louboutin heels, thinking them cute. I thought they were incredibly hot!
She kissed me, then took off her rings and put them on the dresser. Looking at me with a sly grin, she put Ricky's ring around her neck. While the gold chain was clearly visible, the ring sat between her breasts inside her blouse. "I bet you liked that," she said with a knowing grin. She reached down and felt my erection. "You're so predictable," she said with a playful giggle.
Ricky arrived a little later. Her face lit up when she saw him. I stood to the side as they hugged and kissed. Jen gave me a quick kiss and they were off.
It was way pass midnight when Jen called. The party was still going strong, and I could barely hear Jen because of the loud music in the background. I told Jen she should stay over at Ricky's place again. I didn't want him to drive her home so late, not after drinking, and I didn't want her taking a taxi alone so late either. She didn't resist at all. I think she wanted to spend the night with Ricky like last weekend. She promised to be home early the next morning.
This time she was true to her word, as she got home by 9 the next morning. She took a taxi home because Ricky had still been asleep when she left. Her consideration of me made me feel good and reassured me. She was still tired though and we got into bed. We had gentle sex and then she fell asleep in my arms. I dozed too. We woke up and showered together. She soaped me all over and then got on her knees and went down on me. After I came, I returned the favor, eating her out.
We got dressed to go out for a late lunch. She wore a loose blouse, jeans and flats. It was a simple outfit, but she looked hot as usual. She began walking to the door when I said "honey?" and squeezed her left hand. She looked non-comprehending, but then understanding hit her. "Oh I'm sorry," she said. She quickly put on her rings. "I'm sorry baby," she said again, looking so sweet and cute.
"You can wear that too if you want," I said motioning to the gold chain with Ricky's ring.
"Really?"
"He's your boyfriend after all," I teased.
"Yeah, he is," she said giving me a crooked smile. She put the chain around her neck. She began tucking the ring inside her blouse, but she paused and asked me with a sly smile, "in or out?"
"Out," I said without hesitation, getting hard.
She giggled and left the ring outside her blouse so anyone could see it.
We went to our favorite bistro in SoHo. It was a lovely day so we ate outside. We relaxed sipping coffee and reading the paper. For the most part we were silent as we read the paper, comfortable in each other's company. Sometimes we'd point something out in the paper and we'd talk and laugh, but mostly we were just together. We'd been together for years, not only were we newlyweds and in love, but we were best friends. Sometimes we held hands, sometimes our knees touched. It wasn't sexual, it was just natural, all comfortable, just knowing each other and being together.
As Jen read the NY Time magazine, I looked at her. She hadn't put on any makeup and had her hair up in a high ponytail. With the freckles across her cheeks and nose, she looked adorably sweet and cute (very pretty too of course). I looked at the ring hanging from her neck. I got hard thinking of what she'd been doing just a few hours ago.
Just then her phone buzzed. She looked at the text and smiled. "It's Ricky." She read the text and rolled her eyes. "He's mad I left without giving him a goodbye kiss." She texted him back.
"What did you say?"
She giggled. "I told him I gave him a kiss, but he was still asleep." Her iphone buzzed again and she laughed as she read. "He's so crazy."
Then her phone rang and she looked at the caller ID. "Now he's calling," she said rolling her eyes, but she was clearly pleased. "Honey I'll be right back," she said rising. "Ricky, I'm out with Mike," I heard her say as she answered the phone and walked away.
She stood far enough away that I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could clearly see her. She looked so animated and happy talking to him, so much different than just moments ago as we sat reading the paper. Clearly, they were still in the infatuation period of their relationship.
She definitely had an extra bounce in her step since dating him, with all that NRE making her extra happy and alive. I tried to think back to when we'd started going out. Had she ever been so giddy and infatuated with me? I seemed to remember our relationship being slow and steady even at the start, unlike the rocket ship blast off of her relationship with Ricky.
She looked so enthusiastic and happy talking to him, smiling and laughing and talking animatedly. She glanced at me once or twice, but mostly her focus was on her iphone and the man she was talking to. At one point I heard her laugh and say, "I am wearing it!" and then she fingered his ring around her neck while she laughed some more.
About 10 minutes later she came back to the table. There was a big smile on her face as she sat down and she looked off in the distance. While she sat next to me, she was still living her conversation with Ricky. Finally she re-focused on me. "Melody and Paul are back from their honeymoon." They were the couple who got married last week.
"Already?" I said surprised. Most honeymoons last longer than just a week.
"I know, but Paul is being deployed soon, so he had to report to training. They're sending him to Afghanistan."
"Oh," I said, feeling bad for Paul's new bride Melody. Just that morning the paper had an article about how the fighting in Afghanistan was heating up big time.
"Yeah," Jen said sharing my concerns. Then she added hesitantly, "They're having a going away party for Paul today ..."
I felt the ball drop inside me. She didn't ask, but I knew what she wanted. But what could I say? I put on an encouraging smile and said, "You should go."
"Really?" she said her pretty face a mix of surprise and delight.
"Yeah. You should help see Paul off, and it would help Melody if you were there."
She squeezed my hand. "You're the best guy, I'm so lucky to have you!" she gushed, looking at me adoringly. She texted Ricky and he told her he was on his way to pick her up.
We rushed home so Jen could get ready. She undressed, and then let her hair down and brushed it out to a silky luster. Recently she'd begun wearing it longer passed her shoulders, similar to how long she used to wear it in college. As she did her makeup in our bedroom, I went outside and watched ESPN. But I couldn't concentrate on TV, so I went back to watch her get ready.
I paused before the doorway. I could see her in the mirror, but she couldn't see I was there. She finished her hair and makeup, and picked up her perfume. She spritzed perfume behind her ears and on her wrists (which she always did). Then she glanced at the door. Not seeing me, she spritzed perfume between her breasts, and then between her thighs. I'd never seen her do that before!
Then she did something else that surprised me. She put on her bra and panties, and laid out jeans and a top. Nothing unusual about that. But then she opened her dresser and pulled out a package of black pantyhose. She hated pantyhose! She opened it and pulled it up her legs, taking care to adjust it so there weren't any wrinkles around her ankles or knees. She looked so sexy! Her panties were just barely visible through the almost opaque pantyhose, and the waistband of the pantyhose came up to just below her cute innie bellybutton.
I let her shimmy into her tight jeans before walking in. "You're actually wearing pantyhose?" I asked.
"Oh um ... it's kind of chilly outside."
I laughed. "It's okay baby if you put it on for him," I said with a reassuring smile.
She grinned sheepishly back at me. "He seriously has a leg fetish," she said with a blush.
"I do too," I said tracing my finger along the waistband of her pantyhose. I pulled her into my arms.
"I guess I'll have to wear this outfit for you too," she said, sounding hurried and not like her heart was in the comment. She squirmed out of my arms. "Honey I have to finish getting ready."
I watched as she buttoned up her blouse. It was starched white and tailored to hug her slim curves. The material was thin enough that you could just make out the lace of her bra underneath.
That Saturday she took a long bath to get ready for her date. I knelt by the tub and washed her hair, rubbing her neck and shoulders. "That feels good baby," she said relaxed, and she drifted off to sleep for a while. A little nap would help because she'd probably be out late.
After soaking in the bath (with a heavy dose of bath oil), her skin was even more silky soft than usual. She rubbed lotion all over (I did her back), and then she did her hair and makeup. She put on a garter belt and rolled stockings up her legs, attaching the garters to the stocking welts. Then she put on a lacy push up bra (enhancing the soft swell of her small breasts), and put on matching thong panties. I kidded her about putting her panties on AFTER the garter belt. She gave me a mischievous smile, both of us knowing that way Ricky would be able to take off the panties without having to fumble with the garters.
She put on a low cut blouse and a mini-skirt, and then black Christian Louboutin high heels. She loved the red soles of Louboutin heels, thinking them cute. I thought they were incredibly hot!
She kissed me, then took off her rings and put them on the dresser. Looking at me with a sly grin, she put Ricky's ring around her neck. While the gold chain was clearly visible, the ring sat between her breasts inside her blouse. "I bet you liked that," she said with a knowing grin. She reached down and felt my erection. "You're so predictable," she said with a playful giggle.
Ricky arrived a little later. Her face lit up when she saw him. I stood to the side as they hugged and kissed. Jen gave me a quick kiss and they were off.
It was way pass midnight when Jen called. The party was still going strong, and I could barely hear Jen because of the loud music in the background. I told Jen she should stay over at Ricky's place again. I didn't want him to drive her home so late, not after drinking, and I didn't want her taking a taxi alone so late either. She didn't resist at all. I think she wanted to spend the night with Ricky like last weekend. She promised to be home early the next morning.
This time she was true to her word, as she got home by 9 the next morning. She took a taxi home because Ricky had still been asleep when she left. Her consideration of me made me feel good and reassured me. She was still tired though and we got into bed. We had gentle sex and then she fell asleep in my arms. I dozed too. We woke up and showered together. She soaped me all over and then got on her knees and went down on me. After I came, I returned the favor, eating her out.
We got dressed to go out for a late lunch. She wore a loose blouse, jeans and flats. It was a simple outfit, but she looked hot as usual. She began walking to the door when I said "honey?" and squeezed her left hand. She looked non-comprehending, but then understanding hit her. "Oh I'm sorry," she said. She quickly put on her rings. "I'm sorry baby," she said again, looking so sweet and cute.
"You can wear that too if you want," I said motioning to the gold chain with Ricky's ring.
"Really?"
"He's your boyfriend after all," I teased.
"Yeah, he is," she said giving me a crooked smile. She put the chain around her neck. She began tucking the ring inside her blouse, but she paused and asked me with a sly smile, "in or out?"
"Out," I said without hesitation, getting hard.
She giggled and left the ring outside her blouse so anyone could see it.
We went to our favorite bistro in SoHo. It was a lovely day so we ate outside. We relaxed sipping coffee and reading the paper. For the most part we were silent as we read the paper, comfortable in each other's company. Sometimes we'd point something out in the paper and we'd talk and laugh, but mostly we were just together. We'd been together for years, not only were we newlyweds and in love, but we were best friends. Sometimes we held hands, sometimes our knees touched. It wasn't sexual, it was just natural, all comfortable, just knowing each other and being together.
As Jen read the NY Time magazine, I looked at her. She hadn't put on any makeup and had her hair up in a high ponytail. With the freckles across her cheeks and nose, she looked adorably sweet and cute (very pretty too of course). I looked at the ring hanging from her neck. I got hard thinking of what she'd been doing just a few hours ago.
Just then her phone buzzed. She looked at the text and smiled. "It's Ricky." She read the text and rolled her eyes. "He's mad I left without giving him a goodbye kiss." She texted him back.
"What did you say?"
She giggled. "I told him I gave him a kiss, but he was still asleep." Her iphone buzzed again and she laughed as she read. "He's so crazy."
Then her phone rang and she looked at the caller ID. "Now he's calling," she said rolling her eyes, but she was clearly pleased. "Honey I'll be right back," she said rising. "Ricky, I'm out with Mike," I heard her say as she answered the phone and walked away.
She stood far enough away that I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could clearly see her. She looked so animated and happy talking to him, so much different than just moments ago as we sat reading the paper. Clearly, they were still in the infatuation period of their relationship.
She definitely had an extra bounce in her step since dating him, with all that NRE making her extra happy and alive. I tried to think back to when we'd started going out. Had she ever been so giddy and infatuated with me? I seemed to remember our relationship being slow and steady even at the start, unlike the rocket ship blast off of her relationship with Ricky.
She looked so enthusiastic and happy talking to him, smiling and laughing and talking animatedly. She glanced at me once or twice, but mostly her focus was on her iphone and the man she was talking to. At one point I heard her laugh and say, "I am wearing it!" and then she fingered his ring around her neck while she laughed some more.
About 10 minutes later she came back to the table. There was a big smile on her face as she sat down and she looked off in the distance. While she sat next to me, she was still living her conversation with Ricky. Finally she re-focused on me. "Melody and Paul are back from their honeymoon." They were the couple who got married last week.
"Already?" I said surprised. Most honeymoons last longer than just a week.
"I know, but Paul is being deployed soon, so he had to report to training. They're sending him to Afghanistan."
"Oh," I said, feeling bad for Paul's new bride Melody. Just that morning the paper had an article about how the fighting in Afghanistan was heating up big time.
"Yeah," Jen said sharing my concerns. Then she added hesitantly, "They're having a going away party for Paul today ..."
I felt the ball drop inside me. She didn't ask, but I knew what she wanted. But what could I say? I put on an encouraging smile and said, "You should go."
"Really?" she said her pretty face a mix of surprise and delight.
"Yeah. You should help see Paul off, and it would help Melody if you were there."
She squeezed my hand. "You're the best guy, I'm so lucky to have you!" she gushed, looking at me adoringly. She texted Ricky and he told her he was on his way to pick her up.
We rushed home so Jen could get ready. She undressed, and then let her hair down and brushed it out to a silky luster. Recently she'd begun wearing it longer passed her shoulders, similar to how long she used to wear it in college. As she did her makeup in our bedroom, I went outside and watched ESPN. But I couldn't concentrate on TV, so I went back to watch her get ready.
I paused before the doorway. I could see her in the mirror, but she couldn't see I was there. She finished her hair and makeup, and picked up her perfume. She spritzed perfume behind her ears and on her wrists (which she always did). Then she glanced at the door. Not seeing me, she spritzed perfume between her breasts, and then between her thighs. I'd never seen her do that before!
Then she did something else that surprised me. She put on her bra and panties, and laid out jeans and a top. Nothing unusual about that. But then she opened her dresser and pulled out a package of black pantyhose. She hated pantyhose! She opened it and pulled it up her legs, taking care to adjust it so there weren't any wrinkles around her ankles or knees. She looked so sexy! Her panties were just barely visible through the almost opaque pantyhose, and the waistband of the pantyhose came up to just below her cute innie bellybutton.
I let her shimmy into her tight jeans before walking in. "You're actually wearing pantyhose?" I asked.
"Oh um ... it's kind of chilly outside."
I laughed. "It's okay baby if you put it on for him," I said with a reassuring smile.
She grinned sheepishly back at me. "He seriously has a leg fetish," she said with a blush.
"I do too," I said tracing my finger along the waistband of her pantyhose. I pulled her into my arms.
"I guess I'll have to wear this outfit for you too," she said, sounding hurried and not like her heart was in the comment. She squirmed out of my arms. "Honey I have to finish getting ready."
I watched as she buttoned up her blouse. It was starched white and tailored to hug her slim curves. The material was thin enough that you could just make out the lace of her bra underneath.
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