A Date with Tiffany, the dog walker

As soon as my husband left the house, I raced to get myself ready. I had organised a single table at the restaurant for myself so I could watch him with his date. I didn't want to tell him I was there so he wouldn't get all flustered and would just be comfortable with her.

I was still on my way to the restaurant when my husband called.

"I'm here. Will you tell me who it is yet?"

"Just look around, she told me what she was going to wear tonight, a short black skirt, long sleeved salmon blouse, glasses and black high heels. You should be able to spot her easily.

I could hear some shuffling around on the other end of the phone before he spoke up again.

"Is that?"

"Tiffany, yeah."

"You set me up with a teenager? Are you fucking kidding me? You want me to date the girl that looks after our dogs? She's only 17 for fucks sake."

"Oh no babe, she turned 18 a few weeks ago, the pictures were all up on Facebook and I know she's into you. She makes it pretty obvious whenever she's around. I've gotta say you look so cute being so oblivious. Her attempts though, really do make me hot whenever I see it."

The initial shock had worn off and his voice became a little more tempered again.

"I had no idea, she's always just seemed to be really nice to me."

"Oh, I know. But she's just so cute isn't she?"

"I guess so, I've never really looked at her like that. She's always been so young. Not that you're old or anything but she's still a teenager."

"You're making me blush...you'd fuck her though right?"

"Oh my god, you're putting me on the spot now."

"You would, I know you would."

"Yeah, she does look pretty hot. I guess so, she's just always been the girl that looked after our dogs when we needed."

"So you have thought about it?"

"What, I thought you said."

"Ha ha ha, I was just fucking with you. I'm not sure, she looks innocent but from the way she's been chatting with you...ahh me she seems a little freaky to be honest."

"Now, you are absolutely sure about this honey? There is no going back after I walk into this restaurant."

"Oh, I am sure, I am one hundred percent sure babe. Go and romance this girl like you did when we met and she'll be sucking your dick in no time. I want her to, I want to hear all about it babe. Now go in, don't make her wait too long for you."

I rolled into the restaurant’s car park about a minute after my husband hung up the phone and saw him walking up to the entrance right towards Tiffany. As he approached I saw Tiffany recognise him and watched as her eyes light up like mine still did. Seeing the same reaction that my husband had on such a cute girl that he had on me had an effect on me that I couldn’t describe. It was yet another image from my fantasies that I never thought I would see. My husband looked a little tentative upon their meeting but soon looked to relax when Tiffany reached over to take his hand and plant a peck on his lips. The tension that I had seen in him had faded just as my pulse began to get quicker. I watched them enter the restaurant and waited before following them in, I had reserved my own table a little later than theirs so I could watch their date. Fifteen minutes later I had calmed down from the excitement of seeing my husband with Tiffany and my own reservation time coming up soon.

I put on my meagre disguise hoping that across the restaurant it would be good enough so that they didn’t recognise me. I entered the restaurant and knew that it was exactly what I wanted for their first date. I had chosen it very carefully, based on its menu and the fact that we had never been here before so the staff wouldn’t have any chance of recognising us. After the pleasantries with the maitre d' I was shown to my table and sat. I immediately looked around and found where they were sitting, both Tiffany and my husband were smiling, appearing to be having a good time. I ordered my food and while waiting just sat there watching them chat, watching Tiffany laugh, watching their hands brush together. Over the course of the evening as their meals arrived as did mine they looked more and more comfortable with each other. Like two lovers giddy to be around someone new and I grew warmer and warmer as I was watching my fantasy play out in front of me. The way her eyes were locked to his, her beautiful hands holding my husband’s, it was all I had ever wanted.

Tiffany left the table and I knew that this was my time to let my husband know that I was there. I slowly made my way over to their table until he looked up and saw me slightly taken aback.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh babe, I’m just here to watch you with your hot new girlfriend. You didn’t think that I wouldn’t be here to watch my sexy husband be fawned all over by the teenage hottie he was on a date with did you?”

“Well, I, uhh...I didn’t think you’d be here is all. You took me by surprise.”

“Oh, I know, I didn’t want you to get all flustered knowing I was here watching you.” I leant in closer to whisper, “You have no idea how much this is turning me on. How is the date going?”

“It’s going really well, Tiffany is quite a driven and intelligent conversationalist.”

“So she’s not just the little girl who walks the dogs then?”

“Oh no, she’s much more than that.” Now it was his turn to drop down to a sexy whisper, “Also really, just how turned on are you.”

I shuffled closer to him, grabbed his hand and placed it directly between my legs onto my mound. It was radiating heat and just the tiniest bit of dampness, “Does that answer your question babe?”

“Why, yes, yes it does. Now go away before she gets back.”

I turned quickly as I saw Tiffany exit the restroom but walked back to my table where my dessert had arrived, a chocolate mousse and ice cream. I continued to watch Tiffany with my husband as I ate and now they appeared even closer than before. They were now seated directly next to each other while he spoon fed her their own dessert. When they finished she was completely nestled into him, her head resting on her shoulder while he drank a glass of wine. Just as I finished my own meal she sat up, looked into his eyes and planted a kiss right on his lips. Nothing overly sexual, just enough to show that she was enjoying her time and wanted to share that in an affectionate manner. The two of them looked quite cosy in the booth they shared but that kiss had made my pussy moist and I was finding it difficult to not touch myself. I felt like this would be a good time to go home and take care of that. I called or the cheque, paid, left the restaurant and raced home. Visions of the kiss they shared dancing in my head making me even more turned on.

As I arrived home I realised that I had a message from my husband, he apparently noticed that I’d left and the message simply read. “Wait.”

I replied back, “Wait for what.”

I sat in the care waiting for a response, “Wait until I get home”, Then a few seconds later, “I’ll know if you’ve touched yourself.”

Even over the text message the forcefulness in his words came through and I felt frustrated but in a good way. Being denied this pleasure just meant that it would be even stronger release when it happened. I hoped that he let me cum when he got home himself, I knew he would. I had never been so turned on without touching myself at all in all my life. I needed to calm down and settle my sexual urges but couldn’t get off to do it, the best thing for that was a cold shower. A good shock to the system and a literal cooling down. I must have stood under that shower head for a half hour, making sure that the water didn’t beat down on my pussy too much. I didn’t want to accidentally go against my husband’s wishes at all. When I finally turned off the water I was physically and emotionally drained, ready for bed. I dried myself off, stripped down and curled under the covers falling asleep to the flashes of Tiffany and my husband laughing, kissing and just looking happy with each other. I was ready to hear all about my husband’s date in the morning.