It was Jo's birthday. It was also the third anniversary of her divorce. Jack had sent a beautiful bouquet of flowers to her hairdressing Salon. He had done it for the last three years. He was now twenty-six. He had been a lawyer for two years, and three weeks ago he had been offered a partnership in the firm where he worked. Today's bouquet was the biggest he had ever sent. They had arranged to go to Jo's favourite Italian restaurant. Jack had arranged a taxi to pick them up at seven from their apartment.
Jo was so happy with the flowers. She loved to have them in the Salon where everyone complimented on them. Jack had been an excellent support during her breakup and divorce. He had handled all the legal work and had done an excellent job. Jo had a monthly payment which rose yearly with inflation. The family house had been sold, and she had received fifty per cent of the value which enabled her to buy the apartment without a mortgage. He had also got all the Antique furniture, which had belonged to her mother from the house.
Jo was worried that Jack maybe could be gay as he never went out socially. He wasn't gay. From his first year at University, Jack had been having an affair with one of his lecturers who was married. He husband, who was now retired, was now at home and it was now difficult to meet for their hot rendezvous's. Jo also didn't socialise as she was busy with her work. Her best friend, May, who had been her friend from school and even her first lover. They visited each other and drank some wine usually resulting in a sleepover. May was a doctor and a widow. She had two grown daughters that now had left home.
Jo had grown very close to Jack. He was her life. She washed and cooked for him. She loved to come home and get a hug from him. Last Christmas he had given her a two hundred pound voucher for a lingerie shop. She had thanked him with a big hug and loved the lingerie that she had bought. But had never shown him what she had bought. She kept thinking that men liked to buy lingerie for their girlfriends because they wanted to see them in it. She had started to wear tighter fitting clothing around the house, but he had never changed how he treated her in the house. He always would compliment her on an outfit if he liked it. Tonight she would wear a risqué costume.
She had discussed it with May on many occasions. May had told her to say she had a sore back and could he massage. She even suggested that she should let him catch her masturbating, which she did on a daily basis. May had said that she should stop going to church on a Sunday as this gave a holier than thou impression which wasn't the case as Jo loved sex. May had told her that if an opportunity came along, she would be in bed with Jack in a jiff. She had also suggested asking Jack to do something for her in the house then seducing him. May had a healthy sex drive too.
Jo had put a lot of thought into tonight. She believed that she would get another lingerie voucher. She would hug and kiss him on the lips but no tongue. She had two bottles of Pol Roger, his favourite champagne, in the fridge. They would both be tipsy in the taxi home. She would hold and stroke his hand suggestively. They would sit on the sofa when they got home. She wanted to kiss and cuddle with him. She had wanted to do this for years, but she was so scared that he may reject her. She knew that her life would be empty without him.
Jack had a busy day at the office. He was now driving home. The lingerie shop was now doing risqué outfits for older women, and he liked how they looked. He took a five hundred pound voucher and the owner, who remembered him from Christmas, made the coupon for six hundred pounds. He was happy as this was a twenty per cent discount. He was home before Jo. He showered and trimmed the hair around his cock. With Gail, his lecturer, she shaved him every week. She hated hair in her mouth. She loved oral and had taught him how to give a woman pleasure orally.
His cock and balls were utterly smooth when he came out of the shower. He dressed in a Ralph Lauren shirt and chinos and a pair of Timberland Boat shoes. He was in the kitchen when Jo came home. She put her handbag on the kitchen table. They then hugged. He felt the weight of her massive breasts against his chest, but for the first time he felt her pussy pushing against his leg with a circular movement. He said, "Happy Birthday Jo, I hope that you have had a wonderful day. I am so looking forward to tonight."
They kissed on the lips but no tongue. He then gave her the voucher. She opened it and said, "So much, thank you so much. I see that they are selling some exciting outfits. I enjoy shopping there. I love the lingerie from there. I will wear some tonight, and if you want, then I will show it to you. You are the only guy in the world that I would say that too."
He poured them both a glass of Champagne. They toasted each other. She was smiling now. She said, "I love you in that outfit. The taxi is here in an hour. I need to shower and then apply my war paint. I will leave the door open as I will need a top-up of Champagne. I will only call when I am wearing the lingerie that I am wearing tonight."
She kissed him on the forehead then left the kitchen. Jack thought, could this be the night. He hoped so. She had shown more positive feelings than she had ever shown in her life. Wanting to show her lingerie. Leaving the bathroom door open and he had to go and top up her Champagne. He was hoping that it was the night. He had the feeling, for the first time in his life that it could happen.
She came out of the shower. She had worn a shower cap as she didn't want to waste her hair, which was perfect. She had shaved her pussy. She had used Jack's razor, as she always did and wondered whether one day he would be shaving her. When she was with May, they shaved each other. She had a push up crotchless red bodysuit which pushed her massive breasts up. She couldn't make up her mind if she should wear panties or not. She looked at her swollen vulva. She had a perfect slit. She decided no panties was the way to go.
She went into her bedroom and put on her self-supporting stockings. She then put on three-inch heels. She stood up and looked in the mirror. Her breasts looked terrific; her vulva looked awesome. Her legs looked marvellous. She put a chair at the side of her dressing table that would allow him to sit nearly facing her. She sat with her legs crossed. Then she slowly opened them revealing her vulva. She was now ready, how he reacted this evening would show if he had any interest. Her only other option would be to beg him to fuck her. He went to the door and said, "Darling, my glass is empty. Bring the bottle and your glass, and we can chat here."
She went back to her stool and sat down with her legs crossed. She took a deep breath. He heard her and was amazed that was the first time she had ever called him darling. He put the champagne with its wine cooler on a tray with his glass and went to her bedroom. He was amazed at how beautiful she looked. Her voluptuous body looked stunning. He put the tray on her dressing table. He topped up both of their glasses. She asked, "What do you think of my lingerie? I love it and feel so good when I wear it."
He replied, "I love it. You look stunning. I wanted you to have it so that you would feel good. If I may say so, you fill it splendidly."
She responded, "Darling, do you mind if I call you darling? Thank you for the compliment. I do my best to keep my figure in shape, and thankfully it has paid off."
