She felt a certain excitement - having gotten a note from James. At first she had thought that he had forgotten her birthday - but instead in the note, with the dozen red roses, was a command to "dress fancy" and meet him for dinner at a fancy downtown hotel. She had been preoccupied recentlywith worries about the relationship. Some of the passion and spark seemed to be dwindling but tonight, as she bathed and dressed, she felt better. "God" she said to herself, "I am going to fuck his brains out." Just the thought gave her a little tingle.
As she left she had to admit that even at 37 she was turning heads. Soft, full brown hair cascaded over slim shoulders - their slimness accentuating the full firmness of her breasts. "If people only knew how sensitive my nipples are" she thought to herself and let the thought go consciously to her nipples and she shuddered slightly as they rubbed against the satin material. A nice touch she thought to herself - to go with neither panties or bra under her fancy black, but very clingy, cocktail dress.
The Crescent was mostly a business travel, expense account hotel and on this Saturday night was largely deserted. Ilisa had purposefully arrived early - she wanted a drink to let the anticipation mount. She sat at the bar in the open atrium, ordered a vodka tonic and sat back to admire her surroundings. She could see the sun setting through the glass ceiling - streaks of orange softly painting pastels above. A rich, lustruous piano filled the open lobby with soft, but almost melancholy melodies - which sounded even more forlorn as there were almost no other sounds.
As the drink began to take effect and she let the stress of the day melt away - all the cares of errands and housework and children slipped into the non- existent past - after all what good are grandmas except for times like these. I am going to enjoy myself she thought and let her mind picture her husband from their early days. She remembered when he was shy and hesitant - even both naked he had asked her so politely that first time, "may I eat your pussy?" But his politeness masked a burning ardor - she clearly recalled the fury and passion with which he ate her - and that he had helped her reach those orgasms that she rarely experienced anymore - so mindboggling in intensity. As she ordered another drink she toasted to herself, "to mindboggling orgasms" and felt the beginnings of warm wetness between her legs.
Ilisa had let her mind wander back to her age old debate - which was better - when he ate her to orgasm or when his thick hardness found the right rhythm, the right spot and she overflowed with the feeling of being filled and completed. She was startled from her pleasant reverie by a gentle touch up her side which just flicked across the top of her breast as her husband gently kissed her cheek and seated himself. She immeadiately pulled him close and began a deep wet kiss - and heard a small moan escape from her as the drink and memories and excitement melded together to make her want him then and there.
To her surprise there was a certain reticence in his kiss - almost as if he was pulling back. Disappointed and a little hurt she let him go - and to her surprise he very sheepishly introduced her to another man who had been standing, unnoticed by her, close at hand. "I, uh, I must, well, let me introduce, Phillipe" James stuttered, self conscious and flushed. Then hurriedly he added, "he is here from France and got stuck after a meeting at the office and has nowhere to go this evening - so I invited him to join us for dinner."
Ilisa looked up and noticed a tall, thin pleasant looking Frenchman - he seemed very continental, almost elegant in his dress and manner. He leaned forward with casual confidence and kissed her softly on both cheeks, "I am most charmed to meet you, Ilisa, you are more lovely than your husband described."
However, the polite reserve of his words could not mask the hunger his eyes betrayed as he stared directly at her breasts. She suddenly became aware that her fully erect and tingling nipples must be showing quite prominently through the thinness of her dress. She had momentarily forgotten, in her surprise, that she -expecting to meet only her husband - had not worn a bra. She could feel her cheeks color under his gaze - but with the effect of the drinks and the kiss and her reveries she could feel her nipples distend even further and between her legs she felt her moistness grow.
She soon became aware that James had ordered drinks for all and steered them to a secluded table in the atrium. As James guided her into the u-shaped sofa, Phillipe excused himself momentarily - to make a phone call he said - and it was James' turn to kiss her passionately and deeply in his absence.
Suddenly he pulled away, but whispered, "I want you so bad, I am about to burst. You look so beautiful and hot and sexy I have to touch you."
She felt his hand trail up her leg - touching her inner thigh and tenderly reaching higher until suddenly his eyes flew open as the realization dawned on him that she was without panties. She always enjoyed his features when they were contorted by that utterly lascivious look he got when lust overtook him - and at this moment she could tell that he was aflame. Indeed - it was at that moment that he gently let a finger trail up and down her now liquid pussy lips and softly enter her.
She closed her eyes and heard an audible gasp escape her as his agile fingers began to probe and reach and explore her. She opened her eyes to look at her husband only to find that Phillipe had returned and was looking at them both with a knowing smile. The table and the gathering dusk kept her safe from Phillipe's actually being able to observe James' handiwork, but she was sure her face gave her away.
As she struggled with the swirl roiling in her head, she became vaguely aware that James had engaged Phillipe in a business related conversation - but had not quit fingering her. Instead - and in her condition she felt almost powerless to stop him - he had worked her dress higher and higher and had redoubled his efforts - his fingers running from her thighs to her pussy and occasionally drifting upward to lightly brush across her clitoral region.
Ilisa tried to focus on the conversation - but James seemed particularly skilled this night and she worked mainly on trying to keep a sense of decorum about her and with great effort she tried to get James to stop.
It was then that she was aware that the conversation had taken a turn in an unexpected direction.
"Is she as good in bed, as she is beautiful?" she heard Phillipe ask, with just the hint of a leer in his voice.
To her surprise, James answered, his voice seemingly more thick and husky with excitement, "oh yes, Phillipe, she is a very horny and lusty woman. Sometimes I make her beg for my long hard cock after foreplay and you should see her. She wants it so bad, she needs to have a big stiff cock to fuck."
