I’m going to switch to the wife’s perspective now:
Tom and I walk hand in hand from the coffee shop. His big manly hands enveloping mine as I interlock my fingers with his. It is a strange feeling as my husband is the only man I’ve been in a relationship with and apart from the odd fling when you get he is the only man eto kiss and hold my hand. Yet here I am with Tom who I’ve only properly met just an hour ago. There are still butterflies in my belly as we walk but it just feels right being with him which is a feeling I can’t explain!
We walk around a few shops trying on different dresses. Each time coming out and showing Tom and getting his opinion. Unlike my husband who just says everything is nice he gave his real opinion which in a strange way is another turn on. There’s a couple of dresses that I picked which were definitely not wedding attire but looked sexy and I wanted to give him a show which he seemed to appreciate.
I finally make my decision in the last shop and go for a sexy figure hugging navy dress which has a slit down the thigh and go back into the changing room to get changed. I hear a noise behind me and Tom is there, shutting the curtain behind him. “Tom you‘ll get us in trouble”, I say feigning offence. But before I can do anymore he kisses me, very heavy kissing with hands wandering all over each others bodies. I’ve never been kissed like this before and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Tom lifts my hands above my head and holds them there as we kiss. He starts kissing my neck and around my ear which makes me moan lightly.
I give Tom another noisier moan as he spins me around so that I’m facing the mirror. With one hand he holds my hands and with the other he unzips the back of my dress letting it drop to the floor which I kick to the side. He spins me back around and slides his hand down into my underwear. He rubs his finger around feeling the wetness and slides 1 into me, making me moan again. He roughly fucks me with his fingers, slipping in another finger. As he does this he starts kissing me heavily again as well as kissing my neck and shoulder. I feel a bit of a pinch as he gives me a hicky on my neck, my first ever hicky!
I’m getting so close to orgasm that I wrap my arms around Tom and grind my pussy down into his hands as much as I can. I start moaning quietly, or at least I’m trying to be quiet and whisper into Tom’s ear that I’m going to cum, throwing in the odd “oh god”. I feel the orgasm building up more but before I climax Tom removes his fingers and stops kissing me. “I thought you wanted to take it slow?”, he says as he stares into my eyes, almost laughing. “Please Tom, take me now. Fuck me here”, I reply in between moans, my pussy now soaking wet and yearning for his cock. “No, you don’t fuck before the third date remember? I’m going to hold you to that”.
Even this denial makes me moan. I’m angry at myself for mentioning that to Tom earlier trying to make myself look classy as I want him so badly now. I’m now stood leaning against the wall in just my underwear, blushed red and panting wanting more but he’s not going to today. “Take your bra and thong off and pass it to me. I want to give your husband a surprise”. The thought of having no underwear on in public horrifies me as I’ve never gone without in public but he assures me I’ll be fine and no one will notice. So I do as I’m told and pass them over to him, standing naked before him for the first time. He stands for a few seconds taking in the sight before putting the underwear in a shopping bag from a shop he went into earlier. He picks up the dress, “I’ll wait for you out there”.
I stand there naked for a few minutes catching my breath at the thought of what has just happened. Here is a man I’ve pretty much just met who I’ve let fuck me with his fingers and who has driven me so wild I was begging him to fuck me within hours or meeting and not 3 dates like I’ve always said. He really has opened up something deep inside me as just thinking about him makes me wet again.
It may have been more than a few minutes as I get a text from Tom asking if everything is ok. I snap out of it and pull on my leather trousers again, the effect on the inside of the trousers rubbing against my pussy just makes me wetter again at the reminder that I have no underwear on. I pull on my jumper, with no bra on you can really easily see my rock bare nipples which I try and cover with my coat. I step out, heading out of the changing area. Tom is stood there holding a second bag. “You ok? I didn’t go too far did I?”. I shake my head and just reply “no Tom, you were perfect! I just wanted more”.
He hands me the bag saying he’s paid for it but said he was keeping my underwear in the other bag and I can collect it from him next time. I thank him and ask if I can buy him a drink to say thank you? Laughing he replies “what about your husband?”. Without even a seconds though I reply “he can wait”. I suggest the fancy wine bar in Grand Central above the main foyer which is always popular with dates. It overlooks the main concourse so I text my husband and say we’re having drinks and tell him that I want him to sit on a bench in the concourse that I can see, just so he can watch the end of our date. |
