Idle thoughts.
Over the months that we had been experimenting and trying new things our love life had improved so much. As I thought about our new lifestyle, which nowadays I did more and more frequently, I saw that a pattern was emerging. Kevin would suggest or hint at a new escapade that generally would embarrass, appal, demean or scare, though excite me. I would baulk against the idea and initially I would verbally resist it. But then gradually I would come around to his way of thinking and my resistance would disappear and eventually I would throw myself into the adventure usually wholeheartedly. The main exception to this way of behaving was the dogging that we both agreed was not really for us although I had to admit that flaunting myself the way I did was a massive turn on. It was the other participants that were the turn off.
Extra marital.
Kevin had said wear something sexy but not overtly so as he had a surprise for me that evening. Being nosy, I'd questioned him trying to learn more about what it was but he wouldn't budge other than to tell me that it was another escapade and a very sexy one at that. He'd said to be ready when he got home which should be around seven.
So, I had a nice long bath, something I rarely do usually preferring showers and washed and blow dried my shortish, blonde hair. Then using Kevin's shaving cream but my own razor, I shaved my pubic mound and pampered my body with the assortment of oils and potions that women get conned, willingly I admit, into using and painted my finger and toe nails. Naked, apart from my glasses without which I can hardly see, I wandered into my small dressing room feeling great.
Obviously, my mind was on the evening and where we might go and what might happen and that made me feel excited. I thought of masturbating but decided against it, after all it was nearly six-thirty and I still had to decide on what to wear and get dressed.
Almost dead on seven I went downstairs and poured myself a drink to await my 'lord and master' I said to myself grinning. I was wearing what was probably my best and certainly most expensive underwear, the top stuff from Lejaby. It was pale beige, or as clothing companies now call it nude in colour and see through, or again in the manufacturer's parlance, diaphanous. The panties were lacy and like a half thong with a low waist and were cut acutely across my cheeks with the silky material of the gusset plunging between them and my legs. The bra barely covered my areola and was surprisingly delicate and flimsy to hold such a full cargo as my D cups I smiled to myself doing the clasp up with it at the front. It's easier to do it up like that then spin the bra around and feed my boobs into the cups and slip the straps onto my shoulders.
So that's the underwear sorted, what's on top I asked myself?
I looked through my entire wardrobe, well both of them actually and tried on a few outfits before deciding on a skirt and top and not a dress; I had no clear idea why. The choice was made more difficult because the bugger wouldn't tell me what we were going to do or where we were going. The skirt was short but not overtly so I thought I would wear holdup stockings as recently Kevin had encouraged me to do that. They were long and dark so even if I bent forward, I wouldn't flash their tops or the skin between them and my knickers. The skirt was dark blue with pink markings and it was fairly loose so was slightly flared I guess is the best description. On top I chose a pale pink, posh tee shirt that was also loose so when I bent forward it gaped and a goodly show was made of my tits and bra.
Sitting in the lounge sipping my second glass of white wine I felt good and up for most things but felt quite pissed that my sod of a husband was keeping me in the dark and running late. Then I heard his car pull up and a few moments later his key in the lock of the front door.
"Hi babe?" he called out from the hallway with the full-length mirror in front of which we had made love several times.
"Hello love," I called back as I heard him approaching the lounge.
"I'd like you to meet someone," he said.
Standing up and turning I saw someone else in the hallway as Kevin said. "This is Darren. Darren come in and meet my wife Jayne."
And in walked the young Aussie waiter from way back.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing as he approached me and held his hand out for me to shake. I did and we shook hands without speaking.
"Where's your manners Jayne. Say hello to Darren."
As it happens not only was I lost for words but I was also speechless with curiosity, amazement and, of course excitement. Kevin hadn't given me any clue about him being in touch with Darren so seeing the rather gorgeous-looking young man in my house was such a massive surprise and a situation that cried out for further explanation.
"Oh hi Darren," I managed to pull myself together to say as we let go of each other's hands and stood facing each other with him looking just as embarrassed as I felt.
Looking at Kevin with bewilderment and slight anger, I raised my eyebrows questionably. He smiled.
"Welcome to our home Darren, I am sure when Jay gets over her surprise she'll make you very welcome, won't you darling?"
"Yes, yes of course I will, would you like a drink Darren?"
"Actually yes please."
"What can I get you?"
"Water will be great please."
"You could have beer or wine or anything," I told him.
"Thanks but I don't drink," he mumbled.
"How about that," Kevin laughed. "An Aussie who doesn't drink, wow?"
