"I still don't understand the bracelet, he buys it for you and tells you you can keep it if you don't fuck him?" James said holding her wrist looking at the expensive piece of jewelry, "If he wanted to make me jealous by buying you something we cannot afford, it is working...I was going to say give it back, but you agreed to give it back only if you guys fuck. Crap, I hate this thing."
Anne looked at James, "I've thought a lot about this since at first it made no sense, but there's a possibility it was just a joke and there's no meaning to it, but..." Anne hesitated.
"But, everything Davenport does is with a purpose, you wanted to say." James sighed.
"Ok, let's look at this from his angle. First of all every time I look at it, I am reminded of the possibility, the promise of sleeping with him, plus every time you look at it, you have to be thinking the same thing. What if I shower and forget to put it back on and you come home from work...I wish I hadn't said I'd leave it on until...."
"Fuck him. Let's just take it off and throw it in the jewelry box, or give it back to him and tell him to give it to another of his willing women." James spat.
"No, I also like teasing you wearing this, and perhaps I'll intentionally leave it off some day. I know how excited you get thinking how close I came to...anyhow, I see other motivations for John. Let's say he bought me a $5,500 bracelet and I sleep with him because I am so grateful. That just makes me a whore and second, he wins me over not by this wit, charm and large dick, but by buying me. He doesn't want that, he wants me to come to him and let him take me willingly." Anne finished. "Also, he wants you to know he's had me, you see I no longer have the bracelet and I don't need to say a word, forget about Schrödinger."
"Why would a bracelet prove you came to him willingly...never mind. Crap, this raises the level of willingness, or rather eagerness. You want him so bad you'll be sacrificing this bracelet just to have sex with him. That would represent a huge victory for him, you open your legs and in effect you pay him $5,500 for him to take you." James said bitterly, "God, he's good, no way this was a joke. What about the cocktail dress, where is it? I want to see it on you."
Anne got up, "Stay here, I'll go get it."
Five minutes later Anne came back into the bedroom wearing...almost nothing, or at least that is what James saw. Anne twirled in a skin tight, thin satin or silk dress so short that it that barely covered her ass and pussy, her back totally exposed down to just above the crack of her ass, but the side panels were what drew James' attention. They were 6 inch wide sheer strips of fabric that went from her thighs to her armpits. "Anne! I can see your boobs from the side, and how will you wear a thong or panties? How the hell will you sit down?" James sputtered.
"I know, I am not sure if I can wear this out in public, but," reaching behind her she pulled on a matching light jacket, "this goes over it, so I can walk around without being totally leered at."
"Sit down, I want to see how exposed you are. No way can you go out with Davenport wearing that, no way."
Anne walked over to the chair in the bedroom, taking off the jacket she pulled down the hem and with great care sat in the chair with her legs tightly closed. "See, you can't see anything."
James looked at her, "Relax and let your legs just open naturally, yeah. See? I can see your slit right there."
"Maybe I should take it back, it is really revealing." Anne said sadly.
"Anne, I know you want to wear this, but how about this? You drape the jacket across your thighs when you are in the car and put your napkin on your lap at the restaurant. Nothing much we can do about the side-boob issue, but, damn! You look really hot in that. Come over here." James said.
James stood up and kissing her, put his arms around her, letting his hands roam down to her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the hem. Anne's tongue was eagerly probing his mouth and he could feel her pubic bone grinding against his stiff cock. He slid his hand between them and found a slippery wet slit welcoming his finger inside.
"Oooooohhhhh, yessss. I want you to lick my pussy, lick my pussy with me in this dress." Feeling James' finger attack her pussy harder, she moaned, "Yes, you like that don't you, you like thinking about John's tongue right there, he'll surely want to do that seeing me in this dress..." She pushed James to his knees and opened her stance allowing James to press his face into her moist cunt. "Oh God yes!! There, there....fuck me with your tongue. Yes, that's it, deeper..." Anne moaned feeling James' finger push into her ass.
James started roughly finger-fucking her asshole while driving his tongue deep into Anne's wet hole, pulling her onto his tongue with his finger in her ass. His lips were getting bruised with her thrusting pelvis and was rewarded when she started panting rapidly and bucking harder against face. James had to swallow all the flowing juices and when she was done, he slipped his finger out of her ass and let her flop back on the bed. He stood up looking down and her drenched pussy exposed with her legs splayed wide and pulled his pants off.
"Wait," She said, "I want you to do me from behind as if you are just seeing me in this dress for the first time." Anne got up and stood in front of the dresser, pulling the hem down as far as she could. She felt James' cock first poke her, then press his dick against her ass.
He wrapped his arms around her, "I saw you standing here alone, where is your husband? Why would he leave you alone?" He said feeling the warm sides of her breasts through the sheer fabric before reaching around and cupping her breasts.
Anne rubbed her ass against his throbbing cock, "I think he is off tit-fucking some busty babe, or perhaps burying his cock in her ass, since he doesn't get that from me, you know how it is, boys will be boys. You planning on doing anything with that, or just hump my ass?" Anne purred as she bent over onto the dresser.
James felt her dress pull up as she bent over and her bare skin on his balls. "My wife won't let me fuck her ass either, where is this busty babe?" James said looking around, "Think he'll let me have a go when he's done?" He grabbed his dick and started sliding the head up and down her slit feeling the lips part.
"You really want to take me like that? I said he can't have my ass, I never said you couldn't." Anne bent forward pressing her chest onto the dresser, and when James pressed his cockhead against her anus, she pushed back letting out a moan as the cock readily slid in. "Yes, that's it, fuck my ass."
"I love your dress, I didn't even have to pull the back up to get at your ass, all the men here are going to love this, plus I love your shaved pussy when your juices flow. Your husband has no idea what he's missing." James said while rapidly rubbing her clit.
