Stress Relief

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As Christie stepped into the shower, Matt followed. He seemed to take great pleasure in soaping her up, his hands spending inordinate amounts of time on her chest and between her legs. If his plan was to get her worked up, he was succeeding.

 

[susurrus]

I knew shower time was typically Christie's opportunity to let the frustration and craziness of her job just disappear down the drain. Still, I joined her this time, and wasn't going to let her run me out.

While she got the water where she wanted it, I admired the view. I may have said it before, but I just couldn't get enough, from any angle.

When she turned back to me, I let my hands roam over her body, resting them eventually on her hips. Stepping in to her, I slid my arms around her and pulled her in closer. As ever, Christie felt tremendous against me. She started to speak, but I held a finger to her lips, then reached behind her and picked up the shampoo bottle.

Squeezing a dollop into my palm, I began washing my wife's hair, gently massaging her scalp until my fingers began to tire. Leaning her carefully into the water stream, I rinsed, then shampooed again.

Before long, Christie's hair was done. Her eyes were closed, simply waiting for what was to come next.

Soaping my hands, I started running them over the curves I knew so well, and wanted to caress all the time. Of course, I lingered at her breasts, giving them more attention than a common shower would warrant. Christie didn't say a word, although her breath caught a few times, a moan or two issuing from her throat.

While I could have spent hours working over my wife's gorgeous tits, I knew the hot water supply wasn't infinite. Besides, as much pleasure as she was getting at her chest, there was a better place, where I could REALLY rile her up...

Soaping up again, I started my way down her stomach, stopping just above her pussy. I then gave her a gentle nudge to turn, which she did. The view from behind was only marginally less enticing than from the front.

Digging in to Christie's shoulders, I tried to massage away some of the tension I knew would be there. I continued down her back, massaging as best I could, until I reached her truly beautiful ass.

I gave her butt a lot of the same treatment I'd given her tits. My hands eventually delved between her cheeks, washing, caressing and massaging all the way. I spent some extra time at the pucker of Christie's little butthole, but I didn't penetrate. We hadn't talked about that kind of thing, and being a nurse, I wasn't sure how she'd take play with that hole. We'd have to discuss first.

However, I did keep my hand going deeper, until Christie was obliged to spread her legs farther to accommodate. Before long, my hand rested against the slit of her pussy from behind. Slipping a thumb into the hole, I stretched my middle finger out until I felt the hard nub of her clit.

Well, of course I spent a little time working her over this way, but I knew would be better if I came up behind her, slipped my hard-on between her butt cheeks and held her against me while one hand went up top, the other below.

I worked Christie's tits and pussy like this until the water temp began to change. Suddenly the clock was ticking.

Laughing, I let Christie rinse, then ducked under the spray briefly to rinse any soap off myself. Turning the water off before it could cool off any more, I pulled Christie in to me again.

"That's what I wanted to do for you last night," I said, my fingers slowly combing through her wet hair.

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt's care in washing her felt wonderful. Then has hand slipped lower, between her cheeks and over her anus, and she stiffened involuntarily. As quickly as it had come, she tried to relax. If that was what he wanted, she'd deal. Some of her co-workers chatted about receiving anal and how it hadn't been as bad as they'd thought, with a couple actually enjoying it, so just maybe...

Matt must have realized her hesitation, because he didn't linger there too long. But long enough for Christie to begin to realize that his fingers playing there were at least enjoyable. But then he reached further under her to play with her slit. Soon his thumb was sliding inside her while is finger rubbed back and forth across her clit, and then he was pulling her back up and into himself.

She could feel his phallus rubbing between her cheeks, and she kept waiting for him to dip and slide it into her canal, but he seemed content to just keep playing. As he did, she had a mini-orgasm as the water suddenly chilled, the temperature change causing her nipples to harden and become more sensitive.

Matt hurried to finish cleaning her up once the water began to cool, then dried her off. This mention of wanting to do that last night made her feel a little guilty, and his obvious erection still bouncing against her stomach gave her and inspiration.

Christie gave Matt a deep, sensuously kiss, keeping it deliberately long as she slowly dropped the towel from where Matt had wrapped it around her. Keeping between her husband and the vanity, she then slowly slid down his body, letting him feel her nakedness against his. Once in her knees, with his feet between her thighs, she slowly engulfed his penis between her lips, looking up into his eyes as she did.

Once she had bobbed her head a few times while keeping as much eye contact as she could, she allowed her head to rest back against the vanity, then gasped Matt's hips in her hand and guided him deeply into her mouth. It only took moments before her gag reflex subsided, and she was able to fully take him in. She have a few more pulls and pushes, then slid one hand from his hip to his sack, allowing Matt to take over the rate amd depth.

 

[susurrus]

Wow. Christie’s first reaction to the fact that the washing I’d just given her was what I’d wanted to do the night before was a brief flush of guilt. I saw it enter her face, but it was swiftly replaced with a gleeful naughtiness.

The kiss we shared was long and full of tongues. It was the kind of kiss that gets your cock hard and leaves pre-cum tracks all over your woman’s belly. Christie moved away from me just enough to let the towel wrapped around her fall to the floor, so we could stand there skin-to-skin, the way I certainly like it best.

When she backed slightly away from our kiss, she gave me a crooked smile, then began to sink toward the floor, kissing my body occasionally on the way down.

If I hadn’t already been hard, the last couple minutes’ worth of activity would have done the job. Christie stared down my hard-on, looking at it as if she’d never seen one before, but when she opened her mouth took it in her mouth, it was obvious she knew what she was doing.

Again, I held nothing back. I let my moans out, to give Christie the audio clue that I truly enjoyed what she was doing. She took that indication and ran with it. I felt her hands grab my ass and pull me in closer, until I heard her gag. Now, that isn’t the most erotic sound in the world in my opinion, but Christie held me at that point for a lot longer than I expected. After a short wait, she kept drawing me toward her until I bottomed out.

The fact that Christie was deep-throating my cock was incredible! Usually, she stopped at the gag and backed off from it. With her breath rustling my pubic hair, she let go of my ass and wrapped her fingers around my balls then waited. For a couple beats, I didn’t know what she was expecting. Then, I made an assumption.

Putting a hand behind Christie’s head so I didn’t continually bump it against the vanity top, I slowly pulled out of her mouth until only the head of my cock remained, then just as carefully pushed it back in, not wanting to trigger her gag reflex again.

Before too long, I was fucking my gorgeous, talented, willing wife’s mouth almost like it was a pussy. I loved Christie had warmed to my idea and was submitting to me, even when I gave no orders.

Like so much we’d done recently, this was so hot, I felt my orgasm begin to build almost immediately. Just short of my orgasm, I stopped face-fucking her and just held myself deep down her throat.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I rasped. “Such a good girl.”

My heart pounded and my body vibrated gently. I was turned on, there was no question of that. My beautiful Christie was becoming my willing sex slave, and it was the most erotic thing I could have ever imagined.

After holding my cock as deep as it would go for almost a minute, I slowly pulled it out completely. Christie was very obviously confused. Still, I held out a hand and helped her to her feet.

“Come with me, baby,” I husked, then led her by the hand to the bedroom.

On the bed lay a little black dress. She’d worn it a few years before to a relative’s wedding. Since that time, she’d sized herself out of it, but with her Covid exercise regimen, I suspected she could fit it again. It was one of those where a bra wasn’t really possible, and while I’d debated leaving out panties, I knew she had a thong or two that she hardly ever wore, so threw one of those beside the dress . Next to that lay a pair of three-inch strappy heels: the shoes she’d originally worn to that wedding.

“Put that on. And only what’s on the bed. We’re going out to dinner tonight,” I told her. “I’ve made reservations.”

 

[fnchristie81]

Strangely to her, Christie enjoyed Matt face-fucking her more than she'd expected. Even more surprising was when he stopped without finishing; she actually felt disappointed that he hadn't.

When he led her to the bedroom, it wasn't for the reasons she'd expected. Instead, he showed her the dress she had worn to her cousin's wedding years ago. Christie remembered how sexy it had made her feel, especially the couple of times she had worn it after the wedding. Then she had put on weight, and she felt trepidation at trying to fit back into it.

Christie started with the skimpy panties, then cautiously and fearfully slipped the dress over her head. To her surprise, it fit her well once again. She slipped on the heels she had bought to go with the dress, then pirouetted carefully for Matt.

 

[susurrus]

I could tell.Christie was disappointed that I hadn't cum while I used her mouth like a pussy. She also seemed a little apprehensive about the outfit I'd laid out for her. Last time she'd tried it on, it had been far less than flattering (her words, not mine). Fortunately for me though, she'd kept hold of it on the off chance...

She shot me a skeptical look, gave a brief glance to my cock and the prize I'd denied her, then stepped to the bed.

Just watching her pick those stringy little panties up and try to remember which was front and back had my cock back to hardness i knew I should get ready, myself, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sexy woman before me and what she was doing.

Ever notice how sometimes, almost naked is somehow hotter than nude? Hard to believe I know, but once in a while, the addition of some kind of adornment, even if it covers up the "good bits" can be just as arousing as seeing what's behind it. Maybe it's knowing that somewhere along the line, you'll get to enjoy the reveal. I don't know for sure, but Christie standing there in those skimpy panties had me hard as hell.again.

For a couple seconds, she looked down at the dress, recalling, I was pretty sure, the last time she'd tried it on. I heard her sigh, then she reached for it, got it arranged and dropped it over her head.

Like pouring a bucket of water over herself, the fabric cascaded down Christie's body, coming to rest in all the places it was intended to.

Giving herself a brief appraisal, with satisfied surprise, she smiled at one of the positives from the pandemic and her reaction to it.

The fit of the dress giving her a burst of enthusiasm, she quickly put on the shoes, then turned to the closet door mirror with a grin. After several delighted seconds, where she moved every which way to analyze that she actually did look that good in a dress she could barely squeeze her butt into the last time, Christie eventually turned back to me with a deliberate twirl.

"Holy shit, babe," I gushed. "There is no way I can hold a candle to THAT."

I was still nude, my cock standing proud. Watching Christie dress had mesmerized me. The last day or so had made us look at the other in a whole new light. Or, at least, we'd managed to screw in a better bulb...

I continued, "I'm trying to think of what I might have to wear that won't make me look like the hobo out on the town with the supermodel."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie blushed at Matt's compliment, while also considering his wardrobe. He definitely had clothes that would be appropriate to her level of dress, but she didn't know where they would be going.

"Right," she answered him. "Like I don't have to chase women away from you every time you dress up!"

As she moved to his closet to look and consider, her breasts bouncing freely under her dress made her reminisce about how sexy the dress had made her feel the few times she had worn it. Her grandmother had been scandalized that she dared wear such a thing to a wedding, which alone had made the decision worthwhile.

As she sifted through Matt's clothes, she selected a simple button-down shirt and slacks. Combined with a dress belt and shiny shoes, he would be casual enough for any bar and grill, but also dressy enough for all but the most expensive restaurants. As she turned with her selections, she noted Matt's still-aroused state.

With a teasing grin, she saucily walked back towards him, she grinned mischievously. Upon reaching him, she draped his clothes carefully over her arm, then with her free hand reached out and gently squeezed and tugged his sack. The motion caused his erection to bounce against her forearm, and she trailed her fingers along his length.

"Someone might have blue balls by the end of the night if we don't take care of this," she said seductively.

 

[susurrus]

I have always loved the sheepish delight Christie displays when I compliment her. This time was no exception. It was especially charming when she looked such a knockout as she did right at the moment.

"Right," she said wryly. "Like I don't have to chase women off every time you dress up."

As she started to turn toward the closet, I responded, "I've told you before: you don't have to chase them off. I'm always coming home with you."

She shot me another sheepish grin then went to the closet and started rummaging. I made no suggestions. I'd chosen her outfit: I wanted her to choose mine. Besides, she looked too good to do anything but stare.

After a few minutes, she came out with some clothes for me, but when she saw my cock was still hard, there was no embarrassment on her face. A different kind of delight shone in her eyes, one that was accented by the sexy dress she wore.

Putting my clothes out of the way, Christie reached for my aroused genitals.

"Someone might have blue balls by the end of the night if we don't do something about this," she smirked, her fingers circling my nuts and giving a gentle tug. Just that little pull told me I was well on the way already. Being a "good boy," I'd experienced blue balls plenty in high school. Even relief afterward is unpleasant.

A moan escaped my throat as I breathed, "Please, yes." I know the idea of this whole thing was for me to be in charge, but damn. There are times where the guy in charge isn't the guy in charge. Whatever Christie wanted to do to me right then... well, hell... she was in charge...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt didn't move a muscle except to give a soft grunt of pleasure when Christie tugged at him. His reaction gave her an idea.

"Just the shirt," she whispered against his ear, then gave another, firmer tug at his package. Her other hand pulled his near hand under her skirt and over her panties-over her slit that was beginning to seep lubrication. She ground her sex against his hand for a moment, then pulled away and sashayed over to her vanity to fix her hair and makeup.

She went understated for the most part, except for her lipstick. That she decided to go dark Marion, and she frequently looked over her shoulder in the mirror at Matt as he was slowly buttoning his shirt.

When she had finished, she slowly arose from her seat and walked back to her husband. His hard on was sticking out obscenely from the part in his shirt. She once again reached out to stroke and tug at and the low-hanging sack beneath it. Once again Matt groaned, and she felt a small stream of pre-cum begin to seep from his urethra. She placed his hand back under her skirt to where her panties were becoming damp so that he could notice that he wasn't alone, then pulled her skirt up and straddled his jutting appendage so that he sex was against it.

Pushing her chest against Matt, she ground her panty-clad vagina over his penis for several long moments, then slid her body down his. Once in her knees, she lightly ran her tongue from the base of one side along the edge, then over the tip, then to the base on the other side. She swirled her tongue to the under side, then back to the tip. Once there, she took the head between her lips, then sucked hard as she slowly slid him deep in her mouth. Pulling off a bit, she repeated the process until she was as deep as she could tolerate.

Christie kept up bobbing her head, slowly, making sure to keep her tongue gilding along the underside constantly. One of her hands reached underneath him and began lightly messaging his testes.

 

[susurrus]

My heart pounded as Christie put on her naughty girl panties and slutted it up. My god. Leaving some of this stuff up to her was a hell of a lot hotter than if I'd have ordered her. It been so long since we'd carried on quite like this, I wasn't sure we still had it in us. I was delightfully surprised.

When she handed me the shirt she'd chosen for me and told me to put it on, I didn't hesitate. Before long, Christie was rubbing herself against me. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy against my hard-on. I wasn't exactly sure what she had in mind, but I almost just grabbed her ass, lifted her off the floor and let my cock slide right in. She likely wouldn't have complained. Still, I wanted to know what she had in mind so I let her keep going.

A quiet moan left my throat when she pulled her cunt from my erection, but she started sinking toward the floor, so another issued from me, knowing where she was headed.

I let her resume what she'd been doing in the bathroom. What sane man would stop her? She went as far as she could go, then backed off a little. Quickly, she was bobbing up and down on my cock, and all I wanted to do was moan and let nature take its course.

However...

I remembered Christie's disappointment when I pulled away in the bathroom. I remembered what we'd been doing in there and how she seemed to relish it.

Keeping a close watch on her face, I reached out and placed a hand on either side of her head. Looking down into her eyes, I stopped what she'd been doing and slowly pushed until I reached the gag, recalling how deep she'd taken me after the shower.

"When you're ready, baby," I said huskily.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie couldn't believe that she was actually coming to enjoy giving fellatio. But Matt was appearing to really enjoy it, and that was a major contributing factor.

Matt's hands trailed to the sides of her head, stilling her ministrations. He then gave a cautious thrust with his hips, penetrating her mouth.

"When you're ready, baby," he said to her. Christie realized that he was ready to make himself cum, using her mouth. She hummed her acceptance around his penis, her eyes steadily meeting his.

 

[susurrus]

I had expected Christie to object to my holding onto her head like this, particularly given what they were preparing to do. True, in the bathroom, she'd been unable to move her head, but she'd wedged herself between my body and the vanity counter, so that had kind of been her own doing. None of the women I'd known before Christie, and actually, up until a little bit ago, even Christie, had really disliked having their heads restrained while giving head. That Christie was accepting, even apparently enjoying it now, was hot beyond belief.

In response to my question, Christie turned big eyes up to me and simply hummed a pleased acknowledgement. I wasn't sure whether my question was necessary, but I reasoned that until we really worked this situation out, there was nothing wrong with some common courtesy.

Remembering how deep Christie had taken me earlier, I figured she could manage that again, but it might take a little.

I started thrusting, bumping against that gag, feeling myself get deeper each time, if only by fractions of an inch. Christie had managed to work herself past her gag reflex more quickly than my taking control was managing, but until she stopped me, I was going to keep pushing that particular envelope.

 

[fnchristie81]

True, Matt was holding her head, but gently enough that she could easily have pulled away, but she allowed him the sense of control. Instead, she focused on keeping her gag reflex at bay. Occasionally, her body would jerk as it was stimulated, but other than that she remained still.

 

[susurrus]

I loved that Christie was allowing this. It had to be at least a little degrading, but she knew I wasn't going to think any less of her when this was over, so she allowed it. Besides, if she showed any indication she wanted to pull away, I wasn't going to fight her. Maybe someday in this new configuration, she'd want to try things rougher. I'd leave it up to her to say it. In the meantime, I'd keep pushing my own comfort level and see how Christie liked it.

At the moment, I had what I considered the hottest woman on the planet with my cock jammed down her throat and my orgasm imminent...

 

[fnchristie81]

As Matt continued to thrust his manhood in and out of her mouth, Christie was reminded why she didn't especially enjoy oral sex. Still, Matt seemed to be enjoying, based on his occasional soft groans and his penis twitching on her tongue. She was careful to keep her teeth away from his shaft, and soon (although not soon enough), her gag reflex was sufficiently stifled so that he was nearly bottoming out on every thrust, and occasionally on others.

So even though she wasn't getting any real enjoyment out of the act, because Matt was, Christie didn't resist. "But why should he get it all while I get nothing?" she thought to herself. She knew that Matt enjoyed when she played with herself, so she figured that not only would he enjoy the different, more submissive "her", she thought that he might enjoy if she teased herself a bit too.

As Matt continued to use her mouth as his personal sex toy, Christie traced one hand down his bare leg. As she got closer to her nether regions, her fingers left his leg one by one. First she traced her way down her lower abdomen over her dress, then upon reaching the hem that was dangerously close to her crotch, she traced over her bare thigh. First the outer part, then the inner. Then back up, over her skirt and up the bodice of the dress and through her cleavage.

For some reason, her mind went to someone else taking the part of her hand even while she was "used" by her husband, and the idea turned her on. Someone pressed up against her back, teasing her body, while she was going down on someone else. Her other hand joined the first, both of them going around the top of her chest, then around the outside of her breasts and down her sides. They slid over her hips to the hem of the skirt, hiking it up just a bit. Then back around to her derriere, back down to the hem, and pulling it up a little as well so that Christie felt the cool bedroom air hitting the lower parts of her bare cheeks.

Those hands slid back around to the front hem of her skirt, tracing up her bare legs and dangerously near her sex. They then tickled there way up her stomach, coming to the dangerously low "V" of her neckline, and then just touched the inner surface of her breasts. They followed the neckline up, nudging the shoulder straps closer to the edge of falling off. Christie imagined a warm breath on her neck with soft, small kisses. The thought made her whimper in pleasure a little around the hardon wantonly using her throat.

As the hands went back down over the outside edge of her breasts, the action caused the top of her dress to fall down her arms. Her nipples hardened at the sudden air exposure even as the hands tracing their way down nudged against the lateral border of her aureoles. This caused her nipples to harden further and her vagina let loose a little natural lubrication. Then the hands continued their persistent downward journey, over the skirt and the front of her thighs, curling around to the inside near her knees. They immediately started back upward, coming close enough to feel the heat emanating from her sex, and nudging the hem of the skirt still higher so that Christie could feel the air all the way to the waistband of the barely-there panties.

"You dirty girl," Christie imagined hearing. "Taking him deep like that, letting him have free use of your mouth and throat, getting felt up like a cheap hussy." Christie moaned again at the sudden, inexplicably exciting thought even as the hands continued to trace upwards, this time nudging her aureoles on the inside. Her hips twitched a little, trying to stimulate her sex. The hands went up, teasing the sides of her neck, then back down. This time on the way down, they bumped into the outer part of her nipples, pushing them aside and causing a small spasm of pleasure to course through Christie's body.

This time, the hands traced over her panties, the fingertips tickling the edges of her pubis to her inner thighs. About halfway down her thighs, they suddenly reversed course, this time coming back up along the edges of her panties in her crotch. Back up her stomach, under the front of her breasts, then up to her nipples. This time, this was as far as the hands went, tracing circles around each nipple. Another gush of liquid from her loins, then the hands were going back down her body.

This time, they went right over her sex, teasing the line of her inner lips. They only went about a quarter of the way down the inside of her thighs this time before turning around, and the index finger of each hand traced the line of her slit in sequence. Then back up her stomach, again to circle her nipples. This time after a single circle though, they widened the circle on the next pass to around the whole of each breast, then narrowed again to firmly squeeze each of them.

For whatever reason, Christie was enjoying being the center of the (imaginary) threesome, even as Matt continued to face-fuck her, oblivious to her fantasy world and lost in his...

 

[susurrus]

Christie no longer gagged at being face fucked like this. In factafter a few minutes, I could hear her making noises like she was having quite the good time. Whatever fantasy she was working on, I hoped I was a part of it. I wasn't going to ask. There was no sense breaking whatever trance she was in, because it was helping with what I was doing.

Vaguely. I hoped my orgasm wouldn't screw up whatever Christie was fantasizing about, because I was going to cum pretty soon, and knowing she was having fun of SOME manner during this was speeding me along that much faster...

 

[fnchristie81]

As her breasts slipped through the groping hands, those hands caught her nipples and squeezed then slightly. The sensation caused more lubrication to be released in her vagina, and also made her moan around the engorged phallus in her throat. She felt it twitch, and as it withdrew tasted the resulting pre-cum. She figured in a detatched sort of way that Matt had to be getting close.

The other part of her mind continued her private fantasy. The hands again slid down her body from her breasts, this time slipping directly through the cleft between her legs, and Christie was able to feel the dampness on the gusset of her skimpy panties.

"You like that don't you, you naughty girl," the imaginary voice whispered into her ear. "You think your husband likes seeing you get felt up like this while his cock is in your mouth? He's going to live watching you swallow his load all down..." The hands pushed the crotch of her panties aside, and Christie caught a whiff of her arousal. They then slid up her slit and just brushed her clitoris, which made her hips writhe in pleasure.

Almost unfortunately, the hands didn't linger, but instead came back up her body. Again they roughly grabbed her breasts, and this time her nipples got twisted. Christie whined a little around her mouthful, then one if the hands stayed to keep playing with her chest while the other slid back down to start teasing her clit.

The taste of Matt was continually in her mouth now...

 

[susurrus]

Christie started making louder noises as she played through whatever fun she was having, and between my cock down her throat and that, it was driving me wild.

Then whatever she was doing brought a whiff of her aroused pussy to my nose, and it was strong, hot, and overwhelming.

With a deep, guttural yell, I began to cum.

The first couple spurts went right down Christie's throat. After that, my grip loosened on her head and she pulled back so she could breathe better. She kept my cock head between her lips and let me pump the rest of my orgasm out onto her tongue.

As I felt my legs start to get wobbly, the pulses in my cock began to subside, until finally, it was over.

Reluctantly, I pulled my softening cock free of my wife's loving, talented mouth, stepping back slightly to watch what she wss doing to herself.

"Please don't stop," I whispered, awestruck. "Carry it to its end."

I had no idea what band Christie was dancing to, but it was too erotic for her to stop before the song was over...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt's orgasm, signaled first by his yell, brought Christie back to the real world. The first few spurts went down her throat easily enough, due to being so deep in her mouth anyways. When Matt let go of her head, she hissed breaths through her nose and pulled back a bit to collect whatever was left in him in her mouth. After Matt had collapsed on the bed, she opened her mouth to show him what had collected there, then swallowed it down. Once again, she was surprised that she actually didn't mind the taste.

At Matt's instruction to keep going, Christie became embarrassed. There's no way she could keep that fantasy going without letting him know what it was, and without knowing his thoughts on the matter, there was no way she was willing to chance telling him about it. Instead, she shifted forward on her knees and leaned in to kiss him.

"Maybe later," she whispered when she pulled back. She gave him a naughty smile, then added, "I want to be on edge to keep me ready for whatever you have in store for me."

With that, she rose to her knees and fixed her top, then went in to the bathroom. There, she fixed her hair again and reapplied her lipstick that was now satisfactorily smeared to the base of Matt's penis, then washed a bit between her legs to alleviate the smell. When she returned to the bedroom, Matt was still reclining on the bed, trying to recover. She gave him an amused smile, then told him to finish getting dressed.

"Didn't you say something about dinner reservations? We don't want to be late, do we?" She asked him coyly.

 

[susurrus]

It was with the utmost delight that Christie showed me my load on her tongue before swallowing it down. I thought women only did that in porn videos. It was ten times hotter when it was your woman doing it with your own jizz.

Unfortunately, though, she started to blush when I told her to keep doing whatever she was doing and pulled her hands away. To cover, she crawled over to me and kissed me.

I know a lot of guys out there won't come within ten feet of their woman's lips after she's blown them, and especially after she's had a mouthful of cum. Buncha ungrateful pussies, if you ask me. I mean, she's just given you the best head of your life, and you're too chickenshit to give her a kiss because you think it'll make you gay? Fucking pathetic.

I gladly let Christie know how much I appreciated what she'd done for me. To me. Or did I do it to her? Maybe it was some of both. Anyhow...

"Maybe later," she whispered sheepishly. "I want to be on edge so I'll be ready for whatever you've got in store."

She then got up and from the sounds she was making, I figured she was getting herself straightened up. I couldn't move. Christie was walking out of the bathroom about the time I could even lift my head.

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed?" she asked amusedly. " Didn't you mention something about reservations? We don't want to be late, do we?"

The cheeriness in her voice told me she was extremely pleased with herself. As well she should be. However, the self-satisfaction in her tone made me want to turn her over my knee and spank her.

Still, she was right. A glance at the clock told me we still had time, but not if I didn't get my ass in gear.

Just in case, I went to my drawer and grabbed my tightest pair of jockey shorts. I wanted something that might have a chance of containing my erection should the need arise. With the way Christie was acting, it was a pretty good bet the need would arise...

I had created a monster. I wasn't complaining, trust me. It was just dawning on me I was going to have to really up my game if I was going to have a chance of keeping up.

Ducking into the bathroom for some deodorant, since there was no chance in hell of catching even the quickest of showers, I finally managed to get my clothes on. A glance in the closet mirror showed that I looked pretty decent. There was still no doubt who'd be turning the heads during this outing.

"Will I do?" I asked, turning from the mirror and picking up my keys and wallet from the dresser.

 

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While Matt finished preparing, Christie placed backup makeup, her ID, and other ancillaries in a small clutch. She finished about the same time as her husband, just enough to reflectively ask herself, "Where did that come from?". Just then, Matt asked her if he "would do".

Christie turned and smiled at him warmly, then sidled up to him. Slipping her arm around him, she cradled the back of his head and pressed her body and mouth to his. "Always," she murmured against his lips, then slipped her tongue briefly but seductively into his mouth. Another quick peck, and Christie turned to walk in front of him.

As she reached the front door, she flipped the back of the short but loose skirt up at him, then winked teasingly over her shoulder at her husband. Ever the gentleman with her, Matt opened the car door for Christie before going around to the driver's side. During the ride, innuendos were more often than in their conversations of the last few years, but not overdone. Christie held Matt's hand in her lap, his hand warm against her bare legs.

 

[susurrus]

I have always loved my Christie’s smile, and in response to my question, she gave me a warm one, tinged a little with lust. She seemed to enjoy being a sex kitten. It sure as hell was working for me. Whether it was getting her mind off the rigors of her job, I had no idea, but she was certainly acting like anything but a nurse here at home, to my utter delight.

Unfortunately, the kiss she gave me was far too brief, but it definitely promised more delights to come. She surprised me – she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately – when she stepped out in front of me, headed for the front door, flipping the hem of her little skirt up and giving me a fleeting, but enticing, glimpse of her perfect ass.

Well, I’d be a fool not to eagerly follow that, so I wasted little time falling into step behind her, drinking in the view of her hips as they ticked back and forth in front of me.

Out at the car, I rushed to beat Christie to her door, where I opened it gallantly for her and helped as best I could as she got in. Whether consciously or not, one benefit of being there when she folded herself into the car was the opportunity of a spectacular view of her legs and an even more spectacular shot of cleavage as she situated herself.

Not long after we got on the road, Christie reached for my hand and pulled it over to her side and placed it on her bare thigh. She held it there a few seconds before lessening her grip, but not letting go. I took a chance and slipped my hand up under the hem of her skirt. When Christie just let me, I got braver and slid it higher, until I could feel the heat of her crotch against my fingers.

I really wanted to slip a finger under the gusset of her flimsy panties, but the angle was wrong, so I satisfied myself with gently rubbing the tip against the fabric, up and down the little triangle.

Our conversation was more sexually charged than usual. There wasn’t a lot of it, but what there was seemed to have double meanings almost every other word.

Unfortunately, the place we were going wasn’t far from home, so the trip wasn’t a long one. I pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant we truly enjoyed, but the cost of it was just enough past our typical price range that it was a rare treat we indulged in maybe once or twice a year, rather than on a regular basis. The food was spectacular, though, so we kept it on our rotation, even if we couldn’t manage to go often.

This time, Christie made no move to exit the car until I came around and opened her door for her.

I had no idea whether it was intentional or not, but when Christie scooted her ass over to get out, her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing the crotch of her little thong to my horny gaze. Innocently, she acted like she had no idea what was happening. Maybe she didn’t, but I was skeptical of that notion.

In any event, I helped her out of the car, letting her show me anything she wanted to. Once she was standing beside me, smoothing out her skirt and adjusting the neckline of her dress, I held out my elbow and guided her inside.

The décor inside was elegantly understated, and even though there was room inside for more tables, they had never had enough seating to pack the place, even before the virus and “social distancing.”

I gave my name and the reservation time I’d booked, and within less than a minute, we were seated at our table, in a corner where we were slightly hidden from the rest of the diners.

 

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As they drove, Matt tried to slip his finger between her lips, but wasnt quite able to do so. Still, his efforts-combined with the sexually charged conversation-maintained her state of arousal. If room in the car had permitted, she would have splayed her legs a bit too allow him better access, but the limited space and fairly short drive precluded such an effort.

Matt surprised her by pulling in to one of their favorite restaurants. Christie felt a bit under dressed in the short clubwear with the plunging neckline, and wished she had known to wear some sort of accenting jewelry to class herself up a bit. Men were so clueless about that sort of thing, but she excused Matt's lack of foresight at the rare treat of a meal at this place.

As Matt came around to assist her out of the car, Christie didn't at first realize that her skirt had ridden up far enough to show the crotch of her panties until she caught her husband's pregnant pause and pointed gaze. She blushed furiously at the thought of anyone within eyesight being able to see as well. However, that thought also served to turn her on for some reason. That, and the sexual hunger on her husband's face at her unwitting display. Christie had never thought of herself as particularly sexy, but if a little exposure turned her husband to putty like this, who was she to discourage him?

Instead, as Christie moved to get out of the car, she leaned over drastically. This not only enhanced her less-than-ample cleavage, but caused the front of her dress to fall away from her breasts. Matt's eyes shot from her panty-covered mound to her chest, even as Christine's nipples hardened deliciously at the sudden coolness of the evening air against their bareness. As she straightened up, she tried to be seductive about first tugging the skirt back into place, then adjusting an errant piece of her top that hadn't quite covered it's respective nipple.

When she was ready, Matt practically strutted as he led her to the doors. As he gave their name to the maitre d', she held his hand, the back of it resting against the hemline of her skimpy panties beneath her dress. It was only a moment before they were being led to their table. It was rather secluded, and Christie had no idea what Matt had planned for the evening, but as graciously and modestly as she could slid into her seat, feeling her skirt sliding daringly high on her thighs once again. They maitre d' remained professional, but from the look on Matt's face, Christie figured that he'd gotten some sort of perverse delight at the sight of her being seated.

"Two can play that game," she thought to herself. Once Matt was seated, she extended her leg to him, resting the heel of her shoe on his seat between his legs, the sole of her foot dangerously near his crotch.

 

[susurrus]

Heads actually turned when we followed the maitre d' to our table. In my peripheral vision, I caught lots of looks of admiration as well as a few of jealousy. All I knew for sure was, I was proud as hell to be accompanying this spectacular woman tonight.

When he seated Christie, I noticed the man take a quick look as she sat. It was quick, but the sparkle in his eye and the taut smile that turned the corners of his mouth said he'd gotten something.

I couldn't help a tiny smirk of my own. Christie must have noticed, because I saw a knowing little twist of her mouth and wry look enter her eye.

The table was intimate. It was big enough to accommodate however many dishes we might order, but it didn't feel like I needed to reach for miles if I wanted to hold my wife's hand while we sat.

I had my nose in the wine list when I felt something insinuate itself between my legs. A glance to Christie told me she was feeling naughty. It was her foot I felt resting at my crotch. It didn't take any imagination to figure that out.

Reaching a hand under the table, I felt down Christie's foot as far as I could reach, then came back, slipping my hand down and sliding her shoe off, placing it on the floor next to me.

"If you're going to do it, you might as well do it right," I said quietly enough no one but my wife could hear, my attention turned back to the menu in front of me, as if nothing was happening, or was likely going to happen.

I was going to regret wearing tight underwear, but on the other hand, I wasn't going to end up with a wet spot on the front of my pants when this was all over, either, which had been the plan all along.

 

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Due to their secluded seating and the perpetual sexual atmosphere of the evening, Christie would have loved if Matt had continued travelling his hands up her leg. Unfortunately, the table got in the way of his reach, and she was left squirming with frustrated anticipation in her seat.

Instead, Matt removed her shoe. "If you're going to do it, you might as well so it right," was his subdued comment to her. Unfortunately, without the heel, Christie could only just reach the edge of Matt's chair with her foot and leg painfully extended. She waited until her husband had ordered their wine, then moved to the seat around the table corner from him. She again extended her leg. This time, she was able to put it across part of his lap, her knee cocked slightly towards him, the sode of her foot able to brush against his rising erection. Fortunately, the tablecloth prevented any immodesty on her part.

Her position change complete, Christie began looking through the menu in earnest. All of the food was delicious, and she always struggled with being fiscally pragmatic with wamting to try some of the other dishes that were offered. This time, she decided to go middle-of-the-road with one of the seafood meals. She knew that with Matt's decisions to pamper her lately, he'd be ok with it. Plus, she'd make it up to him at home later.

"And maybe start earlier," she thought to herself as she caught him watching her out of the corner of his eye. She absently traced her finger down the neckline of her dress until it found the bottom "V" far below her breasts. After lightly grazing the skin there, she felt her nipples once again begin to harden. She continued looking at the menu as though she hadn't yet made up her mind, her fingers tracing up the other side of the neck line, this time slipping beneath just a bit so that Matt could catch a more daring glimpse of her bare breast beneath the fabric.