Some time ago, my wife and I decided that once a month we would have a special night out. It didn't have to be much, dinner and a movie, something other than a night at home watching TV. I look forward to those nights. We seem to get to know each other again. Appreciate each other again.
It was our planned day out. As I left in the morning, I kissed my wife and told her to pamper herself as she had the entire day off.
"We'll see," she replied as I headed out the door.
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I headed home after work and grabbed a quick shower before we headed out. We had made plans to go to one of our favorite local restaurants and take in a show at the theater afterwards. The restaurant was busy, but we were seated quickly.
Shortly after ordering, she excused herself and headed to the restroom. After a short time, she returned, tossing something into my lap as she sat back down across from me. I was taken off guard by what had been tossed at me. It took me a minute to realize what it was. She had removed her panties when she was in the restroom! I was mesmerized; all I could do was stare. They crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices. God how I wanted to taste it! Reality hit when I noticed the waiter returning with our drinks. I quickly stuffed the damp panties into my pocket. I must have turned a hundred shades of red. Did he see?
"Is everything alright here?" the waiter asked.
"Yes, thank you. Everything is fine," I responded.
As the waiter disappeared I glared across the table at my wife who was now running her stocking covered foot up and down my leg as she sipped her drink. I was still in shock from her little surprise.
"What are you doing!?"
"They were bothering me. I need to get rid of them," she said as she smiled coyly, gently stroking my cock through my pants with her foot.
My cock with ready to explode with excitement. I need to stop this torture before it was too late. I reached down and started to rub her foot. That's when I noticed her perfect French pedicure. Little hints of pink and white peeking through her sheer black stockings. It was too much. I excused myself and went the restroom to splash some cold water on my face. When I returned, the waiter was just leaving the table from delivering our food.
We sat quietly and ate, my wife playfully rubbing my leg and bulging crotch with her foot. I tried not to think of what was to come as I knew there was a long night ahead of me before we could head home.
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We made the short walk from the restaurant to the theater. All I could think about was getting my sexy wife home. I could have cared less about the show we were going to see. I wanted a private show!
The theater was crowded. We made our way to our seats and settled in. The walk down the street gave my raging hard on time to calm down. I tried to think of other things to keep it from coming back as we waited for the show to begin. Suddenly the lights dimmed, the show was starting. My wife seized the opportunity of total darkness and took my hand which was absent mindedly caressing her leg and shoved it under her skirt. I noticed two things, one, she was dripping wet; two she was bare! She leaned over and whispered "The pedicure wasn't the only thing I had done today. You told me to pamper myself." My cock immediately stiffened and strained against my pants. Thank God the lights are dim I thought to myself.
The night continued with her teasing me throughout the show. Seizing total darkness opportunities between acts to shove my fingers under her short skirt and into her wet pussy, occasionally licking her juices off them before the lights would come back up.
As the show ended, we hurriedly fought our way through the crowd. When we made it outside we practically ran back to our vehicle. The short fifteen minute drive home seemed more like five. We stumbled up the stairs and into the bedroom locked in a feverish embrace the entire way.
"Let me undress you," my wife whispered in my ear.
