"Stay right there and don't move. I'll get the door," I said, moving across our lamp lit bedroom toward the French doors.
Carl, my handsome husband, sat in a silky pair of boxers in the wingback next to the bed. A pink sash that I'd bought as a belt covered his eyes. I didn't want him to see what was happening too early or he might back out. He loved me and he'd assume that I'd done this just for him and feel guilty. Truth be told, I was doing it for me, too.
I opened the door to see Charley, a brunette with flashing dark eyes. She looked just as I'd hoped. Beneath a black overcoat that hung open, she wore a black latex bustier, miniskirt, and shiny black thigh high boots. Her round, porcelain breasts stood in stark contrast to her dark, wet lips. She was so sexy that I couldn't wait for Carl to see her.
"Hey. I'd hoped I was at the right place." She smiled and glanced into the room.
"Yeah, come on in."
We'd gone over the plan when I asked her to help a week ago. I didn't know if she'd show, since my contact with her had been conversations through a mutual guy-friend and one quick meeting. Luckily, she kept her word.
Charley put her things on the table and turned toward me, sliding off her coat. She whispered, "Are you nervous?"
I giggled and stripped off the bathrobe hiding my own costume. "Yeah, a little."
"Charley?" Carl said.
"Hang on just a second, honey."
Charley smiled, moving close to me. "Boy is he gonna be surprised."
I breathed deep, taking in her sweet, musky perfume and nodded, trying not to stare at her enticing chest.
She glanced from me to her cleavage, and then back with a smile. "Where do you want to start?"
I glanced away, toward Charley. "Right here I guess."
Her hand immediately went to my breast, taking me by surprise. I glanced down to see her head bent to the swell of my breast. The sensation of her warm, damp tongue across my flesh made my flesh prickle.
I'd hoped that I wouldn't freeze when it came to action, and I didn't. I raised my hand to her hair and grabbed a handful. When she glanced up, I pulled her lips to mine.
Her lips were sticky and tender, brushing across mine playfully at first. Then, she pressed her tongue against mine, letting me savor the moment and the taste of cherry candy that lingered in her mouth. When she slipped her hands around my waist and opened her mouth to me, I released years of wonder and frustration in one lingering kiss.
"Hey, what's going on?" Carl said.
She broke the kiss, breathless and glowing. "Should we tell him?"
I nodded. "Carl, you can look now."
I watched him yank off the blindfold, still holding Charley close to me. I tried not to let her tongue caressing the side of my neck become a distraction and even managed a smile in his direction. "Happy Birthday, babe."