A Chat with Tiffany

“Hey there Honey.”

Seeing Tiffany there with my husband caused a short circuit in my brain for a second, I had been edging myself all week and then nothing today. It’s almost like he wanted me to see them there together. I tried to calm myself down before my heart started racing meanwhile Tiffany and my husband were looking at me waiting for me to speak.

“Oh..Hi..Babe”

“Tiffany just stopped by to let us know that she’ll be out of town next week.”

“Oh, of course. You’ve got that college tour with your mom don’t you?”

“I can’t believe that you remembered that Mrs. B.”

Regaining my composure again and able to think straight I joined them in conversation.

“Of course I remembered Tiff, you’re my favourite dog walker and I’ll be sad to see you go off on your own big adventure of learning, boys and freedom.”

As soon as I said boys her eyes darted to my husband and I saw a blush come to her cheeks.

“Unless, there’s already a boy in your life?”

“Yeah, she was just telling me about a new guy she’s been seeing.”

Tiffany’s eyes were now glued to my husband and the blush more noticeable too.

“Apparently he’s a bit older too.”

“Mr. B, I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Oh, no please go on. How long have you been seeing him? How much older?”

“We’ve really only gone on one date.”

My heart was pumping a little faster now, I knew she was talking about my husband, he knew she was talking about him but she didn’t know that I knew or that it was exciting to hear her side of the story too.

“Well, how did it go? Did he treat you okay?”

“Yes, he was a perfect gentleman, way better than any of the guys from school that I’ve been out with.”

“I assume that you’re going to see him again?”

“Oh yeah, of course. We have another date set for tonight before I leave for the week.”

“Are you doing anything special?”

“I think he’s cooking for me at his place.”

Now it was my turn to stare at my husband, was he planning on cooking Tiffany dinner tonight? Here? In our house? When was he planning on telling me as I should obviously not be here. My husband rarely ever cooked for me so this was just a little extra ****.

“A man that can cook? Sounds like a keeper Tiff.”

“He really is, I’ve known him for a while but I didn’t think he was interested in me, I thought I was maybe too young.”

“Anyone that can’t see how great you are isn’t worth it.”

The conversation was making my heart race even faster and it was all I could do to not give the game away. My husband just sat there with a smirk on his face watching the two women in is life chat like everything was normal. I really couldn’t wait to actually see them together, in person with his cock inside her. Just the thought was unbearable and my nipples, now erect were painfully rubbing against my bra.

“Anyway, I need to head off and get ready for my big date. See you guys next week when I get back.”

I watched as Tiffany grabbed her bag and sashayed out the door, seemingly putting on a display for my husband without being lewd about it. As soon as I could see her get to the footpath I turned to him and he simply pointed to the couch. I took the hint, walked over and sat down. He knelt down in front of me and in the calmest voice.

“You’ve been a very good girl this week, holding yourself back while Lucy and I entertained each other.”

By now he had unzipped the side of my rather conservative black skirt pushing it slowly up my thighs until he could see the bottom of my garter belt. This too he made a slow play at unhooking from my stockings, one clip at a time, the anticipation building.

“Tiffany’s date, as you’ve probably guessed is with me tonight.”

My breathing just got heavier as he spoke about Tiffany and finding the final garter clip only to push it up as well. I was wearing a lacy pair of underwear and I could feel how damp the were, my husband traced the fingers from his right hand up my thigh and gently over the front of them eliciting a moan from my lips.

“I’m planning on doing the same thing to her tonight that I’m doing to you right now.”

“Yes, please, I want you to.”

“I know you do.”

My husband brought his face closer to where his hand was brushing back and forth over my panty clad pussy lips and I could feel his breath bringing some warmth with it. Then he inhaled the scent of my panties that had been soaking on and off all day, waiting for his messages then again when I saw him with Tiffany at home.

“Hmmm, that is intoxicating. I wonder what Tiffany smells like? I will have to compare and let you know.”

My husband and I took part in foreplay before sex in the past but I had been dealing with a week long session of foreplay, expertly co-ordinated by my husband and I was ready to explode again. He kissed each of my thighs while I sat there, just glad that the anticipation of a substantive physical touch had drawn to a close. He kissed the outside of my underwear and the tingle on my pussy went trough my entire body. His hands slowly made their way up my legs towards my hips as he gripped the sides of my lacy undergarment lifting my backside just a little to gently pull them down.

“If this is what you wear to work each day, I can’t wait to see what Tiffany wears for me tonight”

This was my husband pulling down my underwear, presumably getting ready to go perform cunnilingus while talking about a date he had later with an eighteen year old girl who walked our dogs. This is not where I expected my marriage to be at twenty years ago when I said “I do.” but here we are and it is exactly what I wanted. Without even realising it he had completely removed my panties, taking another breath from them before handing them to me to do the same. I took them without thinking and could smell the musk of pent up, raw sexuality from a week’s worth of edging myself.

He went back to kissing my thighs, just lightly, once on the left, once on the right, slowly moving up to my aching mound and just as soon as he reached it he retreated back down. My legs were now visibly shaking, the anticipation had built so much and I needed release like I had never needed before.

“I need your tongue on my cunt right the fuck now”

And that’s when he struck. With a grunt, he took a long slow lick up the entire length of my slit, no longer just my legs shaking, my entire body went along with it now as waves of pleasure crashed throughout. A lick here, a nibble there, my hands gripping the couch cushion for all I was worth. My breathing remained deep but the pace was picking up, each exhale now came with a long sustained moaning sound. He kept the agonisingly slow pace up and down my pussy. I had been waiting for this all week so I knew that I wouldn’t last very long under his ministrations. My body felt very heavy but also loose at the same time, my grip on the couch weakening as the broad side of my husband’s tongue found my swollen clit. He rubbed from one side to the other, sustaining the pleasure without it ever tapering off.

My moans turned into passionate cries and before long into shrieks as my orgasm hit me. It was all he could do for my husband to keep at it while I was in the throes of riding orgasmic wave after orgasmic wave and just as heavy as it hit me, it subsided.

“Please, I can’t. I can’t take it any more. It hurts.”

My shrieks died down and were replaced with laboured breaths, my chest rising and falling dramatically. I heard my husband stand up and he sat beside me, I looked over almost dazed, dizzy and saw him as I did on my wedding night, just as much in love now as I was back then.

“Babe, I love you so much. Tiffany is going to be a happy girl tonight.”

Without saying a word he just leaned over and kissed me, making his way off to the kitchen.