01-07-2019, 08:31 PM
The first time I tried the dress on, I couldn't believe how it made me look. It was very form fitting and definitely showed off my assets with a plunging neckline. It ended just below the curve of my ass. When I wore it, the thing pushed my boobs together, giving me the look of way more cleavage than I was used to showing, and I didn't want to think about how much of my ass was visible when I bent over. It wasn't at all elegant, like what I was more used to wearing when Dave and I went out on the town, it was a whores dress.
The evening that Emma came for dinner, I cooked a chicken cordon bleu with a side salad, a french bread and a red wine. Dave nearly fell out of his chair when I walked into the dining room in my dress. He hadn't seen it before and was shocked that I would wear something so revealing.
"Kate, uhh, where did you get that dress?" He asked his jaw hanging open.
I knew the questions were coming and I wasn't prepared to answer them. This was so different from anything that I had ever wore before and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't approve. My own mouth dropped open and I began to sweat, wondering how to explain my sudden change in style.
Emma saved me "Oh I picked it out for her. It shows off her incredible body so well doesn't it. I think it puts her in the MILF class."
I think that Dave was well aware of what the term MILF meant, but he played dumb and asked anyway.
"It means 'mother I'd like to fuck', but since Kate is not a mother yet, for her it means 'missus I'd like to fuck'. Emma told him, her eyes twinkling above that sly grin that always made my pussy wet.
Dave changed his whole attitude about the dress right away, and just like a horny teenage boy, he was smiling and agreeing with Emma. Since it was her who bought the dress for me, he was alright with it.
So we sat down at the table and began to eat. Dave was at the head of the table with Emma to his right and me to his left, which put her and I face to face. As we began to eat, Emma started to talk, and flirt, with Dave, asking him to tell her all about his job and acting like it was so intriguing.
While the conversation was going on, I felt Emma's bare foot sliding up my pantyhose clad leg and between my thighs. I had to adjust myself slightly by opening my legs wider and pushing myself forward so she could reach her intended target, my bare pussy. I knew better than to make it difficult for her to reach, and beside, I won't lie, I was a little bit turned on being dressed like I was.
There was a nervousness that my husband would catch us and that heightened the thrill. Emma ran her toes into my wet slit and I gasped causing my husband to give me a look, but just for a moment as Emma kept engaging him in conversation, and I could see his eagerness to please her.
The food that I had slaved over was absolutely delicious if I do say so myself, but I was having a difficult time focusing enough to even pick my fork up to my mouth and chew it. What was happening just below the table and a mere foot or two away from my unaware husband was wrong on so many counts, but it felt incredible and I didn't want it to stop.
The funny thing was that if Emma and I weren't carrying on a secret lesbian affair, and Emma was still treating my husband like she was right in front of me, I would be pissed at both of them. Her for being such an unabashed flirt, and him for falling all over himself to show her attention. Dave was so into his conversation with her that if I wasn't at the time getting my pussy stroked by her big toe, I would be feeling like less than a third wheel right about now.
Of course the truth was that I knew Emma was being so playful with Dave because she was keeping his attention away from me, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep my breathing steady and not make any more loud gasps. I was glad that she was flirting so openly with him because I could enjoy the action going on between my legs without too much worry.
"Isn't that right Kate?" I heard it but it seemed like it was coming from the other room, or maybe it was on the TV or something, but I didn't remember turning on the TV. I opened my eyes (were they really closed?) and saw, to my dawning horror, that I was the center of attention all of a sudden.
"Uhmmm, I ah, I'm sorry, I was just..." I stammered and stuttered and of course I looked like a fucking dimwit, but what was I gonna do, I had a toe slip sliding away on my clitoris, pushing me closer and closer to climax, and I had no clue what the conversation was about. I looked at Emma, who was the one who involved me in the conversation, and could tell that she was amused at my predicament.
"Are you feeling alright honey?" Dave asked me, taking my hand in his hand. "You look all flushed, are you feeling feverish?"
Flushed? Of course I was fucking flushed, and it wasn't because I had a fever. It was because I had a foot rubbing my pussy, and Emma was having so much fun that she wasn't stopping.
"Oh yeah hon, Dave is right." Emma agreed, knowing full fucking well why I was flushed, and enjoying seeing me squirm.
"I am a little hot all of a sudden." I managed to reply, which wasn't a lie at all. "Could you go turn on the air conditioner please Dave?" I asked, finding it very difficult to keep my voice from wavering. Emma's toes were quickly pushing me toward the point of no return. I was going to cum while sitting right here at the dinner table, with my husband wondering what was going on.
"Of course honey, I'll turn it on right away." Dave said, rising from his chair with a look of concern on his face.
"Maybe she could use a glass of cold water while you're up." Emma added.
"Yeah of course, I'll get that, and some acetaminophen to help lower the fever."
I held my breath until Dave walked out of the room, then all the air hissed out of me at once. I slumped down in my chair and my hips started moving all on their own, humping shamelessly on Emma's foot. She had slid lower in her own chair and pushed her heel up against my whole pussy, letting me grind against her.
"Are you going to cum slave?" Emma whispered.
"Oh God yes!" I enthusiastically whispered back.
"Better hurry before Dave gets back."
I grabbed her foot with my hand, not caring about anything anymore except my own pleasure, and ground my pussy even harder against the soft underside of her foot. I was moaning and gasping and grinding her beautiful, sexy, soft foot, and if Dave walked back into the room at that moment, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself because... I... was... finally... cumming.
Considering the unique way I reached the plateau, it was a powerful, intense orgasm that ripped through my whole body, sending me into spasms like a seizure. I was dimly aware of Emma pulling her foot away from me and sitting back up in her chair, a knowing grin on her face.
As my orgasm subsided and my brain came into focus, I realized how I must look, all slouched in my chair with my legs spread wide open. Just then, Dave entered the room and I noticed a bit of a cool breeze hitting my back from the duct pumping more cool air conditioned air into the room. I had the presence of mind to close my legs and since my legs were covered by the tablecloth I knew that Dave had seen nothing.
Emma had picked up a placemat and was using it to fan me as Dave hurried to my side and handed me the glass of water and two pills. I set the pills on the table and took a drink from the tall glass before saying "I'll take them in a few minutes, but I want to go lay down right now."
"Hey Dave, just put her to bed and let me clean this up." Emma offered.
"Oh ah, thanks Emma, but you don't have to do that. I'll..."
Emma cut him off "I know I don't have to do it, but I want to do it and I really don't mind at all. You take care of Kate and don't worry about this mess."
"Are you sure?" Dave asked.
Emma was already standing and stacking plates "I used to waitress, I'm an old pro at this stuff Dave. Put her to bed. I'll do what I can and I'll lock the door on my way out."
''Thank you so much Emma. I owe you one."
Emma, the little minx, winked, smiled and said "Oh goody, I hope it's a big one." then she quickly made her way out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Dave just stood for a few moments staring at the door she had exited before he realized that I was still sitting there and quickly helped me to my feet and led me down the hallway toward the bedroom.
As I walked, I could feel two drops, one on each leg, slowly making their way down my inner thighs. I had cum so much, and the further we got away from the dining room, the more I could smell my pussy juices. In fact the smell was so strong that I worried that Dave might smell it, so I stopped him in the hallway and said "Oh shit, I left the pills on the table. Would you mind..."
The evening that Emma came for dinner, I cooked a chicken cordon bleu with a side salad, a french bread and a red wine. Dave nearly fell out of his chair when I walked into the dining room in my dress. He hadn't seen it before and was shocked that I would wear something so revealing.
"Kate, uhh, where did you get that dress?" He asked his jaw hanging open.
I knew the questions were coming and I wasn't prepared to answer them. This was so different from anything that I had ever wore before and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't approve. My own mouth dropped open and I began to sweat, wondering how to explain my sudden change in style.
Emma saved me "Oh I picked it out for her. It shows off her incredible body so well doesn't it. I think it puts her in the MILF class."
I think that Dave was well aware of what the term MILF meant, but he played dumb and asked anyway.
"It means 'mother I'd like to fuck', but since Kate is not a mother yet, for her it means 'missus I'd like to fuck'. Emma told him, her eyes twinkling above that sly grin that always made my pussy wet.
Dave changed his whole attitude about the dress right away, and just like a horny teenage boy, he was smiling and agreeing with Emma. Since it was her who bought the dress for me, he was alright with it.
So we sat down at the table and began to eat. Dave was at the head of the table with Emma to his right and me to his left, which put her and I face to face. As we began to eat, Emma started to talk, and flirt, with Dave, asking him to tell her all about his job and acting like it was so intriguing.
While the conversation was going on, I felt Emma's bare foot sliding up my pantyhose clad leg and between my thighs. I had to adjust myself slightly by opening my legs wider and pushing myself forward so she could reach her intended target, my bare pussy. I knew better than to make it difficult for her to reach, and beside, I won't lie, I was a little bit turned on being dressed like I was.
There was a nervousness that my husband would catch us and that heightened the thrill. Emma ran her toes into my wet slit and I gasped causing my husband to give me a look, but just for a moment as Emma kept engaging him in conversation, and I could see his eagerness to please her.
The food that I had slaved over was absolutely delicious if I do say so myself, but I was having a difficult time focusing enough to even pick my fork up to my mouth and chew it. What was happening just below the table and a mere foot or two away from my unaware husband was wrong on so many counts, but it felt incredible and I didn't want it to stop.
The funny thing was that if Emma and I weren't carrying on a secret lesbian affair, and Emma was still treating my husband like she was right in front of me, I would be pissed at both of them. Her for being such an unabashed flirt, and him for falling all over himself to show her attention. Dave was so into his conversation with her that if I wasn't at the time getting my pussy stroked by her big toe, I would be feeling like less than a third wheel right about now.
Of course the truth was that I knew Emma was being so playful with Dave because she was keeping his attention away from me, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep my breathing steady and not make any more loud gasps. I was glad that she was flirting so openly with him because I could enjoy the action going on between my legs without too much worry.
"Isn't that right Kate?" I heard it but it seemed like it was coming from the other room, or maybe it was on the TV or something, but I didn't remember turning on the TV. I opened my eyes (were they really closed?) and saw, to my dawning horror, that I was the center of attention all of a sudden.
"Uhmmm, I ah, I'm sorry, I was just..." I stammered and stuttered and of course I looked like a fucking dimwit, but what was I gonna do, I had a toe slip sliding away on my clitoris, pushing me closer and closer to climax, and I had no clue what the conversation was about. I looked at Emma, who was the one who involved me in the conversation, and could tell that she was amused at my predicament.
"Are you feeling alright honey?" Dave asked me, taking my hand in his hand. "You look all flushed, are you feeling feverish?"
Flushed? Of course I was fucking flushed, and it wasn't because I had a fever. It was because I had a foot rubbing my pussy, and Emma was having so much fun that she wasn't stopping.
"Oh yeah hon, Dave is right." Emma agreed, knowing full fucking well why I was flushed, and enjoying seeing me squirm.
"I am a little hot all of a sudden." I managed to reply, which wasn't a lie at all. "Could you go turn on the air conditioner please Dave?" I asked, finding it very difficult to keep my voice from wavering. Emma's toes were quickly pushing me toward the point of no return. I was going to cum while sitting right here at the dinner table, with my husband wondering what was going on.
"Of course honey, I'll turn it on right away." Dave said, rising from his chair with a look of concern on his face.
"Maybe she could use a glass of cold water while you're up." Emma added.
"Yeah of course, I'll get that, and some acetaminophen to help lower the fever."
I held my breath until Dave walked out of the room, then all the air hissed out of me at once. I slumped down in my chair and my hips started moving all on their own, humping shamelessly on Emma's foot. She had slid lower in her own chair and pushed her heel up against my whole pussy, letting me grind against her.
"Are you going to cum slave?" Emma whispered.
"Oh God yes!" I enthusiastically whispered back.
"Better hurry before Dave gets back."
I grabbed her foot with my hand, not caring about anything anymore except my own pleasure, and ground my pussy even harder against the soft underside of her foot. I was moaning and gasping and grinding her beautiful, sexy, soft foot, and if Dave walked back into the room at that moment, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself because... I... was... finally... cumming.
Considering the unique way I reached the plateau, it was a powerful, intense orgasm that ripped through my whole body, sending me into spasms like a seizure. I was dimly aware of Emma pulling her foot away from me and sitting back up in her chair, a knowing grin on her face.
As my orgasm subsided and my brain came into focus, I realized how I must look, all slouched in my chair with my legs spread wide open. Just then, Dave entered the room and I noticed a bit of a cool breeze hitting my back from the duct pumping more cool air conditioned air into the room. I had the presence of mind to close my legs and since my legs were covered by the tablecloth I knew that Dave had seen nothing.
Emma had picked up a placemat and was using it to fan me as Dave hurried to my side and handed me the glass of water and two pills. I set the pills on the table and took a drink from the tall glass before saying "I'll take them in a few minutes, but I want to go lay down right now."
"Hey Dave, just put her to bed and let me clean this up." Emma offered.
"Oh ah, thanks Emma, but you don't have to do that. I'll..."
Emma cut him off "I know I don't have to do it, but I want to do it and I really don't mind at all. You take care of Kate and don't worry about this mess."
"Are you sure?" Dave asked.
Emma was already standing and stacking plates "I used to waitress, I'm an old pro at this stuff Dave. Put her to bed. I'll do what I can and I'll lock the door on my way out."
''Thank you so much Emma. I owe you one."
Emma, the little minx, winked, smiled and said "Oh goody, I hope it's a big one." then she quickly made her way out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Dave just stood for a few moments staring at the door she had exited before he realized that I was still sitting there and quickly helped me to my feet and led me down the hallway toward the bedroom.
As I walked, I could feel two drops, one on each leg, slowly making their way down my inner thighs. I had cum so much, and the further we got away from the dining room, the more I could smell my pussy juices. In fact the smell was so strong that I worried that Dave might smell it, so I stopped him in the hallway and said "Oh shit, I left the pills on the table. Would you mind..."
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