That weekend I got all dressed up and drove over to pick Lisa up for our date. She was waiting in a tight green dress, high heels, and black stockings. I was a total gentleman; I came to the door, escorted her to the car, opened the car door, made sure her seat was comfortable, the works. I spent the drive to the hotel telling her how wonderful her hair looked, how perfect her lipstick was; all of it completely sincere too. She was a beautiful lady, well dressed for the evening. As I parked and walked her into the lobby, I subtly tried to see if she was going commando or not. I wasn't sure if I saw a seam or panty line or not.
I told her about the honeymoon, and didn't hold back. Her eyes glazed with desire. I gave her an occasional brush of fingers on her arm. She asked some very detailed questions, clearly intrigued.
"So you tied them to the railing? And used them while they were helpless?"
"I did, absolutely. That makes it even better. Not just for me, either."
"No way. I bet it would. Wow. Tell me more."
I told her about breeding Emily. That really fascinated her.
"So she wanted you to knock her up? Really?"
"Oh yeah. Christy loved it too. Loved. It. And it got Emily so hot she wanted to make it kinkier. She'd been open with her husband about what was going on, and I made her tell him she was calling it off, that she was going to start being a good wife. Then met me for more fucking."
"Wow, that's really hot. Women love to obey you, don't they?" She traced a finger along my forearm. "I bet you love that."
"Well of course -- but really it's all about the connection. Primarily, first last and foremost, between me and Christy. But also about the connection between me and any woman I'm with. It can be a grinding, needy, desperate connection, or a slow, sensual connection, but it's always that connection between me and a woman that's the key. Two smart, sexy, independent human beings who want each other. It's showing each other how desirable they are, how much they want to experience each other."
"Eagerly, or reluctantly?" Lisa asked.
"There's something to be said for turning reluctance into eagerness." I told her about Anne.
"Wow, that's hot. Wow. But that poor girl. She's gonna have a rough time with that lush. Part of me thinks you took advantage of her -- you naughty boy -- and part of me thinks you gave her the best memories she'll take away from her honeymoon."
"Well, I broadened her horizons -- along with Christy and Barbara. And she did have a lot of orgasms."
"Well, at least you were considerate and thought about her pleasure. I know you're good at that."
"Why thank you; you're damn good yourself sweetheart."
We ate our dinner, enjoying some after dinner drinks. I paid for the check and helped Lisa with her chair. I think she was surprised when I walked her through the lobby and not to the elevators. I put her in the car and drove her back to her house. Naturally I walked her to the door.
Lisa stopped at the door and turned to me. Before she could say anything, I took her face in my hands and gave her my best movie star kiss. I explored her mouth, loving the feel of her lips on mine, the barest light contact between her breasts and my chest. I wanted to keep control and keep her guessing.
I broke the kiss and said "thank you for a wonderful evening, beautiful. I'd love to do it again."
Lisa blinked with surprise. She'd clearly expected dinner to move right into sex. I wanted to build her anticipation, though. I opened her door, gave her a last peck, and closed the door.
When I got home, I ignored Christy's questions and pulled her to our bed. I made love to my wife, passionately and deeply. At first she was saying "please tell me you fucked her" but I focused on my dick inside my wife, and on her physical pleasure. She surrendered, kissing me and working her hips, lost in the pleasure of my cock reaching deep inside her. She orgasmed before I did. I shot my load deep inside my wife. We curled up and slept.
The next morning I told her about the date. "You left her hanging?" Christy asked incredulously.
"Yep. I plan to work up to actual sex over the course of a few weeks."
"Wow. You devious bastard. She's gonna go nuts. Delicious. You'll have her so horny she won't even remember the word 'condom.'"
"Exactly."
"Maybe I should cut you off so you'll be just as horny,"
"Try it if you like; I'll just go fuck my sister."
"Perv."
"You love it you little nympho."
She sighed in feigned frustration. "I do. You know me so well."
A few days later -- four, to be exact -- I called Lisa and thanked her for the date. I asked her out for a movie, playing up the cliché date progression. She eagerly agreed, and a few nights later I picked her up. She was more casual this time, and before the coming attractions were finished I was sure she hadn't felt too attracted to panties. She guided my hand between her legs under her skirt. I knew I could have brought her off quickly, but instead I just teased. I would stroke her inner thigh, then pretend to get caught up in the plot. I dd this throughout whatever movie it was. Lisa reciprocated, but I'd worn really tight jeans. I'd wanted to make it difficult in case she got more aggressive.
After the movie we went straight back to her house, and I let her invite me in. We sat on the couch. We never said a word. I kissed her, holding her behind her neck with one hand. I spread her legs with the other. She opened herself submissively, and I gave a few light touches before moving up to her breasts. I fondled them through her top. She was panting and moaning into my mouth, trying to get my belt buckle open. I moved my hand back to her pussy. She forgot about my belt as I fingered her. I was kissing her deeply too, running my tongue over hers.
I felt her clit harden, and she began rocking her hips, moving faster and faster. For the first time that evening, I slipped a finger into her. I pulled it out and tasted it, then kissed her and said I had to go.
"What? Really... master?"
"Sssh, don't worry, we'll have another date really soon, okay?" I could see the struggle. "Really soon."
"Okay. Okay. Really soon though, all right?"
"Promise."
When I got home I made love to Christy twice. She talked about me getting Lisa pregnant the whole time, then throughout round two.
"So what's the plan for the third date?" she asked as we spooned on a huge wet spot.
"I was thinking art gallery, some place with plenty of nudes, then dinner, then hotel."
"Meh. You can do better. What about that spa in the resort on the south side of town. You can give her a massage, then take her to the shower, then take her to a room and breed her."
