Date Night - Part 9

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Your wife is sitting at one end of the couch and you're on the other with her feet in your lap. She's watching TV, but you can't keep your eyes off of her as you give her a massage. Every once in a while she looks at you, smiles, and tells you how good the rub feels.

"So, what are the plans for Saturday?" you ask.

"You mean date night?"

You nod and watch as her lips curl into a flirty smile. "Eric is taking me out." She shifts her foot and presses her toes against your crotch, offering a massage of an entirely different kind and bringing your cock to life. "Or should I say my boyfriend is taking me out for date night."

It's the fourth Saturday in a row she's gone out with Eric and for the past two weeks they've seen each other once during the week, too. A real relationship is developing - with your blessing, of course - and there's been a distinct increase in both her happiness and her sex drive since Eric officially became her boyfriend.

"Where's he taking you?" you ask.

"He hasn't told me," she replies. "He wants it to be a surprise. He's only said that it will be romantic."

Your pulse quicken and blood flows to your cock, bringing it to a half erect state as your wife continues to gently massage it with her toes as you rub her legs. "Romantic, huh?" you ask.

She nods and bites her lower lip. She's excited. You can see it in her eyes. She likes that her boyfriend has planned a romantic evening for them. "He asked me to spend the night with him. He didn't say what that would entail, but I told him I would."

"Like, sleep at his place?" you ask.

"Maybe," your wife replies. "Or maybe a hotel? I mean, who knows what he has planned?"

Her nipples are hard and poking through the thin material of her bra and tank top. You imagine her pussy is wet, too. You like that she's excited about a romantic night with her boyfriend. You're excited, too, but you feel just a hint of angst, a sensation you've experienced a great deal more often in the past few weeks.

"Are you okay with me spending the night with him? Because I can tell him that won't work for me," she says.

There's genuine concern in her eyes. She doesn't want you to get hurt, to be upset. "Yes, of course," you say. "I'll admit that it makes me feel a touch of anxiety, but I don't think that's a bad thing."

"You feel a little excited, too, right?" she asks as her toes continue to play with your stiff cock.

You nod.

"And you're okay with not being able to watch?" she asks. "With staying home while you know that I'm out with my boyfriend?"

"Yes," you say. It won't be the first time you've stayed home. That's happened with increasing frequency in the past month, too. Sometimes you get to watch, sometimes you don't. It's an entirely different experience to stay at home while she's out with Eric, but it's still a good experience. It's thrilling in an entirely different way as you exist in a state of intense, slightly angsty arousal for the whole night before she comes home and offers you the kind of pleasure you crave.

"I'll give you all the details on Sunday morning," she says.

"I know," you reply. "And I'll enjoy the hell out of that."

She smiles sweetly and says, "Would it be okay if I bought a new dress for Saturday?"

You nod.

"And...and maybe some new lingerie to wear for him?" she asks.

Your dick throbs. There's something so exciting about your wife wanting to buy something new and sexy to wear for her boyfriend. She might wear it for you, too, but her first thought is to wear it for him and for some reason that fills you with wild desire.

"Yeah, that would be okay," you say. "That would be great, actually."

"Yeah?" she asks with a smile. "You really wouldn't mind if I bought something to wear just for my boyfriend?"

She's trying to stoke your desire. She can feel your stiff cock and she can almost certainly see the lust in your eyes and she wants to deepen it. "I'd really like it if you bought something to wear just for him," you say.

"Something for him to fuck me in?" she asks.

You groan. You can't help it. It just comes out. Her toes feel so good working your dick and her words reverberate around your brain, sending waves of arousal through your body.

"Yes, something for him to fuck you in. A sexy dress to make him want you from the moment he sees you and sexy lingerie to make him want to fuck you...to fuck his girlfriend," you say.

She takes off her shirt and unhooks her bra. She pulls her feet back and you move to your knees, lean forward, and pull off her leggings. She pulls you on top of her naked body and her tongue explores your mouth as she strokes your cock through your jeans.

"I want you," she says. "I want you inside me. I need you to fuck me."

She pulls your shirt off and tosses it aside. You kiss again and your hand finds her breasts. You play with her perky flesh and roll her nipples between your fingers as she grabs your ass and pulls your crotch against hers.

"Take your pants off and fuck me," she says.

You stand and strip out of your pants as your wife spreads her legs and rubs her pussy. She slips two fingers inside and moans as you lower your underwear, kick them aside, and crawl on top of her.

Your wife guides your cock into her pussy and you fill her with a long, slow thrust. She runs her hands down your back, grasps your ass, and moans as your lips meet hers for a deeply sensual kiss.

"Fuck me," she says. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."

The sex is astonishingly hot. Every thrust bathes your cock in pleasure. Her pussy is hot and wet and it feels as if she's genuinely desperate for you, as if she needs you just as badly as you need her.

She cums faster than you expect. She wraps her legs around you, announces her impending orgasm, and unleashes a beautiful scream while you kiss her neck and play with her tits.

"Pull out. Sit. Let me ride you," she says.

You pull out and sit on the couch. Your wife stands, straddles you, and drops her pussy onto your cock. She leans forward and kisses you softly while riding at a slow, teasing pace.

"Do you ever think about my boyfriend fucking me while you're inside me?" she asks.

"Yes," you reply.

"Does it turn you on?"

You nod. "It does."

She kisses you softly and whispers, "And would it turn you on to know that I rode Eric's cock in this same position yesterday?"

Your dick swells in her pussy as you nod.

"We were on his couch. My dress and panties were on the floor. I'd spent the previous five minutes between his legs with his cock in my mouth. My pussy was soaked. I put a condom on his cock and took him inside me. I told him how good his dick felt in my pussy, how happy I was that he'd asked me to come over, that he'd told me how desperately he needed to see me," she says.

She's riding you slowly, but you can feel your arousal building and your orgasm approaching.

"He told me he's never been with a woman like me," she continues. "That he thinks about me all the time, that he's so happy that I'm his girlfriend now, that he gets to see me more often, that he gets to fuck me more often."

You love that he's so into her. There's anxiety there, but you love it.

"I told him he makes me cum so hard," she says. "That he fucks me so good. That I think about him too. That sometimes I get desperate for him, that I have to see him, that I have to have him."

You feel that anxiety right now, but there's such intense pleasure along with it, especially since you just gave your wife a good orgasm and can feel secure in your ability to satisfy her.

"I rode him harder," she says while picking up the pace. "I rode his big cock hard and fast, baby. I rode his cock while his strong hands moved all over my body, while he kissed and licked and sucked on my tits, while he told me how beautiful I was and how good my pussy felt."

You're seconds away from cumming as you think about your wife riding another man's cock.

"I love thinking about you fucking him," you say. "I love thinking about you riding his cock instead of mine."

She smiles, kisses you deeply, and says, "I love riding his cock instead of yours."

You cum inside her. You cum thunderously. The orgasm is so strong your toes curl and you feel lightheaded for a few moments. Your wife moans and showers your neck in soft kisses as she runs her fingers through your hair.

"I love you," she says. "I love you more than anything. I will always love you."

It feels so good to hear her say that, washing away any post-orgasmic angst that was waiting to crop up. "I love you too," you say.

She sits back as your cock continues to pulse inside her pussy. Her smile is bright and beautiful and she says, "That was really hot."

"I know," you reply. "Thank you for the orgasm."

She leans closer and kisses you. "No, thank you. You made me cum hard, baby. Really hard."

You share a deep, passionate kiss as she holds your head in her hands. Her touch is warm and gentle and you can feel her love for you.

"I was thinking I'd go shopping Saturday morning after breakfast," she says.

A thought jumps to mind. "Could I go with you?" you ask.

She smiles. "You'd want to do that?"

You nod. "I think it might be really exciting, actually."

Your wife kisses you softly. "I'd love it if you came with me. You could help me pick out something that Eric will really like."

"I'd love that," you say.

"Me too," she replies

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Your wife steps out of the fitting room in an elegant, floor length red halter dress. Her breasts - which are free of a bra - bounce gently and seductively as she walks towards you. The bottom of the dress is loose with a slit halfway up her left leg, flashing a bit of her soft skin and the heels she brought to mimic how she'll look for her date that night.

"What do you think?" she asks before putting her hands on her hips, spinning around, and showing that the loose, light, thin fabric makes her ass look utterly breathtaking.

"It's...I mean, it's perfect," you say. "It's elegant and sexy, just like you wanted it to be. It's the perfect dress for a night out at a really nice restaurant, or a show, or even a party. It's a dress that will draw a look from every man you walk by and will absolutely make them jealous of...well, of your boyfriend."

The fitting area is empty, leaving you free to talk about the fairly unique nature of your wife's plans for the evening.

"I really like it too," she says. "I feel so...so beautiful, so sexy in it."

"If we bought it this would become the sexiest dress you own," you say.

She runs her hands over her stomach and for just a moment cups her breasts through the thin material of the dress. She closes her eyes, bites her lower lip, and then looks at you and smiles. "And the first time I wear it out, it will be for my boyfriend," she says.

The notion turns you on, so much so that you feel your cock grow between your legs.

"Does that bother you...or do you like that?" she asks.

"I like that," you reply.

"I'll wear the dress for you too," she says with a smile.

"I'd like that a lot," you say. "I'd like knowing...I'd like knowing that he...that he touched you in that dress. That he kissed your neck while his hands moved up your stomach...that he played with your breasts through that dress, that he grabbed your ass in it...that he was so turned on by that dress that he couldn't keep his hands off of you."

"I'd like that too," she says. "It would always make this dress special, even after Eric and I go our separate ways. I could always wear this dress and think of him, think of the fact that you bought it for me so I could wear it for my boyfriend."

"This is definitely the sexiest dress you've tried on," you reply. "And we should definitely buy it."

She walks towards you and your eyes roam over her body. Every part of her looks flawless, though it's hard to ignore how utterly arousing her breasts look under the soft red fabric.

"I love you," she says softly before bending over to kiss you. "I'll change out of the dress and then you can buy it for me, okay?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do," you reply.

She stands, turns, and slowly walks away. You stare at her ass the entire time as it looks irresistibly sexy and you're quite certain it must feel fantastic when caressed through that soft fabric.

She turns, blows you a kiss, and then steps into the fitting room. You stretch your legs and try to think about anything other than your wife's date with her boyfriend as you need your erection to deflate. You succeed - eventually, at least - and your wife emerges from the fitting room in the tight jeans, heels, and sweater she wore for your shopping trip. She looks beautiful even when dressed casually and you feel like the luckiest man in the world.

"Let me take that," you say as she approaches.

Your wife hands you the dress and you fold it over your arm and take her hand. You walk to the register and she kisses you on the cheek and whispers, "Thank you," before you hand the dress to the girl behind the counter.

It's expensive, but just about any price feels worth it at the moment. Like your wife said, this dress will always carry with it the memory of the time you bought her something stunningly beautiful so she could look good for another man and that's worth its weight in gold.

You pay for the dress, take the bag from the girl behind the counter, and leave the store holding your wife's hand.

"So, do you have any sense of what kind of lingerie Eric likes?" you ask.

She smiles and kisses your cheek softly. "I don't, actually. I was thinking, though, that I'd try on some things for you and we'd go with whatever you thought was the hottest. It will be something I change into for him as I don't plan on wearing anything under the dress, so we can go with anything in the store."

"Nothing under the dress?" you ask as a deep sense of excitement courses through you.

"Nothing at all. It's a full length dress so panties aren't really necessary and the halter top means I could only wear a strapless bra and those never really look good," she explains.

"Plus, your breasts looked incredible without a bra on," you note.

"There's also that," she says.

You find your way to the lingerie store and browse together. She shows you a handful of options - holding most against her body to give some sense of what they might look like on her - and you find it hugely thrilling as you can't stop thinking about the fact that you're buying her lingerie to wear for another man. For her boyfriend. For the man that has planned a romantic evening with your wife that will almost certainly include lots of passionate sex.

"Are you okay?" she asks after setting a camisole and panty set back on the shelf.

"Yes. I'm better than okay, actually. Sorry if I seemed a little out of it there. I was...well, honestly, I was fantasizing," you say with a laugh.

"Yeah? About me and Eric?" she asks.

You nod. "About you and Eric having a romantic evening together. About you wearing this dress for him and lingerie for him. About you...about you having a boyfriend and wanting to be with your boyfriend and finding great pleasure in spending the night with your boyfriend...about you being his girlfriend for the night. I don't know, there's just something so hot about it."

"I know," she says. "There really is. If I'm being honest, I've been wet since I tried on the first dress. I'm just so excited for all of this, and the fact that you're excited, that you came with me to shop, really turns me on even more."

You want her. You want her desperately in that moment. You can't have her, though. She's his tonight, which is a source of angst and arousal. You can't help but love it.

"You know, every man in the world loves a full lingerie set," you say. "Bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, heels. There's really nothing in the world quite like seeing a woman come into the room in a set like that, especially if she's as beautiful as you are."

"Yeah?" she asks.

You nod. "There are lots of good choices here and I see no reason we can't buy multiple pieces of lingerie - it's not like you won't use them - but I think a full set is a great way to go. Black is a classic choice, though red is pretty irresistible, too, especially that dark red set over there."

She turns and looks at the dark red bra, panty, garter belt and stockings set on the mannequin. "Should I try that on first, then?" she asks.

"Yeah," you reply. "I think Eric...I think your boyfriend will love it." Saying it makes your cock stir and your balls tingle. It feels so good. So fucking good.

Your wife finds her size in the dark red bra and panties and grabs a garter belt to go with it. She can't try on the stockings without committing to buying them, but they'd look good no matter what so she grabs a package and hands it to you.

"Should we try this on?" she asks.

You nod and follow your wife through the store and towards the fitting area. You're prepared to stop at the entrance, but she takes your hand and walks you down the hallway and into one of the rooms with her.

The moment the door shuts she hands you the lingerie and begins to strip. She turns around to remove her pants and you see her perfect ass with a thong running down her crack. She bends over a little and you're tempted to reach out and kiss her backside. She looks over her shoulder, smiles, and blows you a quick kiss before pulling her pants all the way down and stepping out of her heels.

Soon enough, your wife is naked in the fitting room. She steps back, leans against the wall, and takes her breasts in her hands. She closes her eyes and plays with them. She moves her fingers down her stomach and between her legs. She penetrates herself and you hear the wetness. She wasn't kidding about being turned on.

"I'm so wet," she whispers. "I'm so horny. Fuck..."

You want to touch her, to go down on her, to make her cum, to relieve her horniness. You tried that before you left to shop, though, and she told you that she was going to save herself for Eric, that she wanted to be desperately horny when she saw him.

She pulls her fingers from her pussy, sucks them clean, and takes the lingerie from you. You watch her put on the bra, the garter belt, and the panties. She looks astoundingly good in the dark red lace. The bra fits perfectly and makes her tits look breathtaking. You can partly see her pussy lips through the panties and it's insanely alluring.

"Open the stockings," she says.

You tear open the package and hand your wife the stockings. She lifts her foot and places it on your knee. She leans over and pulls the stocking over her toes and foot and you watch her leg transform as the semi-sheer, dark red nylon covers it. She repeats the procedure with the other leg, steps into her heels, and strikes a pose for you.

"You look perfect," you say as your cock grows while you imagine her wearing that lingerie set for her boyfriend. "Utterly perfect."

"Do you think he'll want me?" she asks.

You nod enthusiastically. "Your boyfriend will want you. He'll be out of his mind with desire. He will."

"Do you want me?" she asks.

"More than anything," you reply.

She steps closer, reaches out, and takes your hand. She presses your fingers between her legs and you feel the wetness already soaking into the panties. "Do you like that you can't have me? That I'm his tonight?"

Your cock throbs as you nod.

"Is it okay that I like that too? That I'm his tonight? That my boyfriend is the only one that gets to enjoy my body today?" she asks.

"Yes...I love that...I do. It's such a turn on," you admit.

She steps back, bends over, and caresses your cock as she kisses you. Her lips part and her tongue slips into your mouth. The kiss is long and slow and deep and by the time it's over your cock is so hard it hurts.

"Thank you," she whispers. "For all of this. For your support in this. For your willingness to pursue all of this with me. I love you so much."

"I love you more than I thought possible," you say. "I do. I love you with my whole heart, and I can't wait to hear about your night with your boyfriend."

She kisses you again and again your dick throbs.

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow," she says. "And of course I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good."

"I know," you reply. "You always do."

She smiles. "Why don't I change out of this and we can do a little more shopping. Like you said, it's not like I'm going to be short on opportunities to wear lingerie for my boyfriend."

You can't think of anything you'd rather do.